The soft whirr of the breast pump filled the room, a rhythmic sound that had become a familiar background noise in their household. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the cozy space.

{{user}}’s toddler son, perched on the edge of the bed, tilted his head to the side, his big, curious eyes glued to the pump. He squinted, then leaned closer, as if the contraption was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

“Mommy, what’s that? Why does it make that sound?” he asked, his voice filled with wonder.

Emily who had been sitting nearby with their newborn cradled in her arms, chuckled softly. The sound was rich and warm, the laugh deep in her chest. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched {{user}} intently, her lips curling into a sly smile.

“Well,” she began, her tone teasing, “it’s like magic. Mommy’s a superhero, and this is her superpower machine.”

The toddler’s face lit up, his frown replaced by a wide grin. “Mommy’s a superhero?” he echoed, his voice rising in excitement. The toddler clambered onto the bed and sat cross-legged, his hands on his knees as he stared at Natalie with newfound admiration. “Can I have some superhero milk, too?”