Andrew tried to stop, but the urge to suckle was overpowering. A rhythmic motion set in as every muscle in his mouth contributed to the act of nursing. With each suck, he found himself becoming more sleepy with each passing moment.
Andrew wanted to cry in frustration, but the soothing sensations from the pacifier made it impossible for his conscious mind to upset the gratified feelings that his infant body was producing. The act of sucking was simply too powerful for his adult mind to overcome. As his eyelids drooped in blissful surrender, Krystyn said in a voice that was at once maternal and condescending, “Goodnight Baby! Don’t let the bedbugs bite!”