Zephyr POV
I needed diapers and Oliver was running low because I had gone through the pack faster than expected from changing him every few hours. I remembered that the pack nursery had supplies so I carried Oliver against my chest until I got there. I heard them before I saw them and my heart broke. Those soft cooing welcomed me before I even entered.
Three mothers sat in rocking chairs each holding an infant, feeding, burping and talking softly.
The moment they looked up and saw Oliver in my arms, their expectations changed to that of pity.
"I just need diapers," I said quickly.
"Take your time," one said pointing. "Supplies are in the cabinet."
I crossed to the cabinet, found the newborn diapers and grabbed a pack when a baby started crying behind me.
The mother adjusted her baby
