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Celeste was curled up on the couch, reading, feeling like a really awful mother.
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Sage flopped down next to her with a sigh, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He didn't bother her since she was reading by saying anything, but he did want to be near her.
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Celeste wasn't actually reading, just pretending. She felt like an absolutely awful mother.
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Sage just rested his head on her shoulder lightly, closing his eyes. He wasn't sleeping, just sort of resting there.
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Celeste set her book aside, just staring at her hands.
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When she put the book down, he felt her shift and opened his eyes. "What's wrong," he asked, though he sort of figured he knew what was wrong
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"...I'm a bad mom, aren't i?"
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Sage frowned slightly and shook his head. "You're wonderful with them," he noted gently. "You sacrifice a lot for our family. This doesn't change that," he pointed out. "You can't take care of any of them if you're hurt," he added gently.
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"I-I should be able to nurse Att naturally..."
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Sage soon his head slightly, tightening his hold on her. "Lots of parents don't feed naturally at all," he pointed out. "You're a wonderful mom... But he's growing teeth, and you can't take care of anyone if you're hurt."
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