His moms, Emma and Lila, rushed in from opposite sides of the room the moment they heard his dramatic wail. It was as though they had trained for this exact moment, both sliding in like superheroes arriving right on cue. They exchanged a quick look, the kind that said, “Here we go again.”
Emma held an empty bottle, still warm from the last feed, while Lila checked the bag for a backup bottle—only to find it empty as well.
“Oh no…” Emma whispered.
“Oh NO,” Lila repeated, eyes wide.
Both moms knew what that meant. Milo, the smallest but loudest member of the house, was about to launch into full super-baby mode. And once he started, stopping him was nearly impossible.
“Milo, sweetheart, hold on!” Emma pleaded as she gently scooped him up.
But Milo had no interest in waiting. He puffed out his cheeks, tightened his tiny fists, and launched another mighty cry—one that suggested he hadn’t eaten in years, despite it being only 20 minutes since his last bottle.
The moms jumped into action.
Lila ran for the kitchen like she was in a marathon, sliding across the floor in her socks.
Emma rocked Milo in her arms, bouncing lightly as she whispered soothing words—though from the determined look on Milo’s face, it was clear he intended to yell until the milk appeared.
“It’s coming! I promise!” Emma said, patting his back gently.
But his only answer was a louder: “Miiiiiilk!”
Seconds later, Lila rushed back with a new bottle swirled with warm milk, holding it up like it was the treasure of the century. “I’ve got it!”
Both moms surrounded Milo like a rescue team approaching a high-priority mission. Emma steadied him while Lila offered the bottle. The moment the nipple reached his lips, Milo latched on with the intensity of a tiny warrior finally reunited with his most prized reward.
Instant silence.
Emma and Lila let out matching sighs of relief. Together, they watched their baby drink with complete concentration, eyes half-closed, like milk was the greatest gift ever created.
“Crisis averted,” Lila whispered.
Emma laughed. “Until the next one.”
The two moms sat beside their satisfied little boy and smiled, knowing full well that in Milo’s world, nothing was more important—or more urgent—than milk.
