Septuplet And Their Super Daddy

Chapter 9 Crying Like Hell

"Wow…" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

However, as soon as Michael finished his words, crying, shouting and babbling came from the room.

"Oh no! The babies are about to wake up!"

When Catherine heard the child's crying, she was in a flurry. Michael looked at her and couldn't help laughing. "It's just that the child is awake. There's no need to make such a fuss."

"Wow…"

However, the child was soon joined by more children in their waves of crying.

At this time, all their seven children were awake. Moreover, they seemed to be infected by their brothers and sisters around them. Their cries were louder and louder, as if they were in a competition.

Hearing the cries of the children, Michael could no longer remain calm.

He rushed into the room and saw seven children waving their little hands and feet on the bed, crying loudly.

The voice of the baby was not loud, but when the seven of them cried together, it was completely different.

They cried like hell!

And it was mind-blowing for Michael.

He finally understood why Catherine looked so anxious and flustered when she heard the first child's cry.

"Michael, quick, the milk bottle. Take it and feed it to Kid Number 1 and Number 2!"

At this time, Catherine directly handed over two milk bottles and shouted to Michael anxiously.

Seeing this, Michael hurriedly took out the milk bottle and looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears on his face. In his opinion, the seven children were basically exactly the same. How could he tell them apart?

He looked at Catherine and asked directly, "Who is Kid Number 1 and who is Kid Number 2?"

"There are numbers on the child's clothes!" Catherine's voice came from the living room.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Michael's mouth couldn't help but twitch. This woman was actually so casual as to mark her babies.

Michael took the milk bottles in his hand and walked over. As expected, he saw them. Judging from their appearance alone, they were absolutely the same. It was impossible to tell them apart.

However, when he saw the marks on the clothes of them, a smile appeared on the corners of Michael's mouth.

He started to work with his both hands and held two milk bottles. He carefully put the nipple into their small pinky mouth.

"Psst! Psst! Psst!"

"Psst! Psst! Psst!"

When Kid Number 1 felt the food, he sucked it with all his might. The two babies stopped crying and only sucked at the delicious food in their mouths with a face of enjoyment.

Just as Michael was about to let go of his hand, he was shocked.

Because although the two babies held the bottle with both hands, they couldn't hold it at all. They didn't have much strength, so the bottle fell off at once.

Fortunately, Michael was quick-witted and did not let the bottle fall off.

As a result, he held the two bottles in his hands and fed them slowly.

The poor babies who didn't eat were still crying. Michael looked at them, and he was about to collapse. It was not because he couldn't bear the crying of the children, but because he felt distressed.

He only had two hands, so he could only feed two babies at a time.

Now, Michael deeply felt that it was not easy to raise seven children.

At this time, Catherine came in with five more milk bottles in her hands. However, what she did next made Michael’s eyes open wide in an instant.