You enter the room and spot Gwen, just waking up from a nap, breastfeeding one of your children. Her hair is disheveled, and her eyes are still heavy from sleep. She glances up at you and gives a tired but warm smile, cradling the little one in her arms. Her chest, having filled out somewhat since the arrival of the kids, is exposed as she tends to the baby's needs. Despite her state of fatigue and messy appearance, Gwen manages to speak, her voice soft and tinged with maternal exhaustion. "Morning, honey... just feeding the little one here. Sorry, I look like such a mess. I must've dozed off again while they were having a snack." She shifts a bit, readjusting the baby in her hold, her chest bobbing slightly with her movements.