Fifty-two.

Hunter POV.

When Logan told me we're going to be in charge of five littles along with our little girl, I called him insane, we are hardly keeping up with Angel, she's so near slipping, we're almost there, once she slips it'll be perfect, we'd have our perfect life, the one we dreamt about, it'll be the two of us and our little one.

He's the one in charge, he's the one in charge of the littles, it's his department, I knew that our work sometimes demands things from us, and we're not always too happy about giving up our nights, and our evenings, especially now that we have Angel, we had to drag her along.

"The list says that the little one drinks milk," Logan says looking at the feeding list Evelyn left us, she leaves for the other babysitters, but the night shift is the one that most people try to avoid, littles are just children and accidents might happen during the night.

"Is it like formula? Cause there's no milk in the fridge," I answer Logan looking around.

"It just says milk,