Makenna jiggled baby Mia in her arms, trying to soothe her by swaying gently while she set the ray gun once more. Satisfied, she lifted the gun with one hand and awkwardly turned it upside-down to point at herself.
"Shhh, Mia, shhh," Makenna coo-ed. "I'm gonna fix this; you're gonna feel better in a moment!" pulling the trigger with her thumb, the now-familiar pink light enveloped them both.
Closing her eyes again, Makenna felt a tingling sensation begin in her chest. Her breasts seemed to pulsate, feeling heavier by the second. Mia's wails, which had lessened for a moment when the light first surrounded them were again rising in volume and becoming more plaintive. A new instinct took over, and Makenna felt herself lifting her shirt and unclasping her way-too-small bra, thankful it had had a front clasp she could access easily while holding her baby. Shifting Mia in her arms, she guided the babe's mouth towards her swollen mammary, shocked by the sensations she felt as the girl latched on and began to suck. Her wonder immediately faded, replaced by the accustomed relief she always felt when her baby began to nurse and drain the pressure from her full breasts. Memories of giving birth to her little Mia put a gentle smile on her face; the birthing had been hard, but the constant soreness of nursing a growing babe was quickly replacing her memories of that pain. She would be glad when Mia graduated to solid foods!
Makenna cradled Mia to her as she walked over to the couch, adjusting a pillow to relieve the weight on her arms. She felt exhausted. Mia nursed every couple of hours and Makenna felt like she hadn't gotten any decent sleep in the two months since she'd been born.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a fog had lifted: "Whoa." Makenna's eyes widened, though she didn't move or jostle the nursing baby. "This is freaky. Mia is... Mia is *my* baby?!" she looked to where she'd unconsciously set the ray gun on the table.