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she could question him, the child at her feet started to scream. Without a second thought, D.J. bent down and lifted the little girl onto her hip. The earpiercing shrieks ceased. |
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''Mom, can we eat? We were waiting forever and ever for you to come out of the cave." |
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D.J.'s head snapped to the left to stare in amazement at the two boys sitting on the tablecloth. They both returned her gaze with angelic innocence. She glanced behind her. There was no one there but McCall. No, they had called her, D.J. Halloran, Mom. |
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"We'd better eat now, honey." McCall came up behind her and put a palm against the hollow of her lower back, urging her forward. "You were in there a long time. What did you find?" |
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Before she could answer the little girl started tugging at her blouse. D.J. looked down in shock. "Wh-what's the matter with her?" |
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"What do you think? She's hungry too. Why don't you sit down and nurse her. I'll feed the boys." |
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"Nurse her!" D.J. heard the panic in her voice. This dream was getting too weird. "I can't nurse her." |
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But even as she said the words an odd burning and tightening occurred in her breasts, then a wetness soaked her bra. She looked down, amazed to find her midsized chest had expanded at least two sizes larger than normal, and she could feel herself growing bigger with every second that the child in her arms cried and nuzzled her aching breasts. |
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