"Awe! Good job sharing, Olive!" Ava praises her son.
                          
"That's so cute, Cal." Grace coos. 
                          
"If I was biologically able to have a stroke, I would be having one right now." I whisper to Grace.
                          
"Chill, Cal. They're just toddlers. It's not like they're going to go off and get married. It's just cute." Grace says, lightly slapping my arm. 
                          
"That's my little girl, though." I pout, feeling my cheeks turn red from Grace chastising me. 
                          
"It's harmless. They're just playing and sharing. Let them have their fun, Cal." 
                          
I sigh, "Okay, but if she blushes again, I'm keeping her locked in her room until Olive leaves." 
                          
Grace just chuckles and shakes her head, moving to sit behind Clara on the floor in front of the toy basket. Ava follows close behind and takes a seat next to Grace. 
                          
"I can understand. Trust me, I'm not pleased my little boy is being a little flirt. He's just being a toddler, though. We're the ones stressing about nothing." The King says, slapping me on the back. 
                          
"They are cute playing together, though. Clara's never had another human to play with. I can tell she's loving it. She hangs out with Grace, Atticus, and Dechen all day. It's good for her to play with somebody her own age." I reply, leaning my butt against my desk. 
                          
"I can already tell you Ava is going to be all over me trying to schedule a play date for them. I can hear them talking about it now." Steven chuckles, moving to stand beside me. 
                          
"How old is Clara in human years?" He asks.
                          
"Almost nineteen. We adopted her when she just turned eighteen. What about Olive?" I ask, gesturing with my hand towards where Olive and Clara are now stacking blocks. 
                          
"Twenty-three. We adopted him when he was nineteen. It's was quite an adjustment learning how to raise a little boy. Whenever we would change his diaper, he would pee on us. He also went through a faze where he was obsessed with his private part. I feel like a little boys go through that, though. That was not a fun time." Steven sighs. 
                          
"Clara went through something like that. She's never peed on us before, well she peed on Grace once in the shower. But she went through a faze where she was obsessed with growing boobs. She saw Grace had them because she nurses, and wanted some so bad she threw a temper tantrum. It was funny and sad at the same time." I chuckle, remembering that day. 
                          
"I swear to you, Olive once cried so hard that he made himself sick, because we wouldn't let him run around naked. My mother was visiting, and he runs into the room naked as the day he was born. When I tried putting at least a diaper on him, he threw a huge fit. 
                          
"My mother laughed so hard that she peed herself. Then Olive kept asking my mom if she needed a diaper like him." I bust out laughing at that, I try to hold it in but I fail. 
                          
That sounds like something a young Atticus would do. I can just imagine a little, blonde Atticus, running through his house naked and his mom chasing him. "What are you boys laughing at over there?" Grace asks from across the room.
                          
"We're sharing embarrassing stories about Clara and Olive." I reply.
                          
Maybe, just maybe, I don't mind Olive as much anymore.
                          
Grace (Mama) POV:
                          
Watching a Clara play with Olive makes me so happy. She's having a ball building a block tower with him. I've already taken a dozen photos (with the Queens permission) and a few videos. "Mama! Wook!" Clara points towards her tower and gives me a big smile.
                          
It's a lopsided mess but I'm proud of her, nevertheless. Clapping my hands together I praise her and Olive, "Good job, babies!" 
                          
Olive wobbles over to me and gives me a big hug before walking back over to Ava, sitting on her lap. Clara copies him, crawling over to my lap. She pulls on my shirt and whines. "Are you hungry, babygirl?" I ask. 
                          
She nods her head and tries to pull my shirt up again. "Do you mind?" I ask Ava.
                          
"Go ahead. I tried to breastfeed with Olive, but I had trouble. I wasn't producing enough milk and the pills I was on, I had a bad reaction to. We eventually switched to formula. He's due for a bottle right about now." 
                          
I lift up one side of my shirt and unlatch my nursing bra, supporting my breast so Clara gets a good latch. "I'm not here to judge, Ava. You don't have to defend your actions. Fed is best. Period." I reply, patting Clara's back. 
                          
"I just felt horrible that I couldn't bond with him by nursing. I cried for days and only stopped because Olive started to catch on." Ava sniffles and I can tell she's trying not to cry.
                          
"Ava, Olive clearly already has a good bond with you. You still provide for him. If you want to try again, then you can. There's more medicines to try. I started lactating two years before we got Clara. That's why I was producing so much by the time I got her. Just know, that I'll support you." I pat Ava's back for reassurance and she gives me a soft smile.
                          
"Thank you, Grace that means a lot." She says, cuddling Olive closer to her body. 
                          
Olive starts to suck on his fingers and Ava finally asks Steven for his bottle. "We're almost out of formula, babe." Steven sighs as he hands Ava Olive's bottle. 
                          
"If you don't mind, I have dozens of bags of frozen pumped milk you can have. They're all dated so you know when they expire. You can have them if you want. I have no use for them, Clara barely takes a bottle." I tell Ava. 
                          
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to take any that Clara might need." Ava asks.
                          
"I'm sure. My milks full of nutrients too because Clara's almost solely breastfed so my body adapts to her needs." I say with a smile. 
                          
Ava and Steven share a look before Ava nods. "Thank you, I'll take them." 
                          
"I'll have them packaged up and brought to you before you leave." 
                          
Ava and I talk for a little bit longer while Olive drinks his bottle. I can see his eyes closing and feel Clara's sucking slow down. Our babies are getting tired. "He's due for a nap soon." Ava says, stroking her finger over Olive's nose.
                          
"So is Clara. She's already fallen asleep, I can tell." I whisper.
                          
"Do you mind if I see? Nothing weird, I just want to see how you have her latched." Ava asks. 
                          
I lift up the side of my shirt that Clara's nursing from, and show Ava Clara's latch. My nursing bra pretty much covers everything, anyways. 
                          
Ava strokes Clara's soft cheek and thanks me. "It's no problem. If you decide to try nursing again, call me and I'll give you a few tips." 
                          
I'm really going to miss them when they leave.