My eyes spring open in a panic. “What’s wrong?”
In a daze, I go to turn the lamp on, almost blinding myself, then rub my face to wake myself up. My ears listen out for Amelia, but she’s quiet. What the hell is wrong then?
“My milk came in.”
I turn to look over and see Charlotte’s tank completely drenched.
A relaxed smile falls upon my face. “What a relief.”
My body twists to help her remove the wet tank and bra beneath it. When she’s completely bare-chested, I try not to focus on everything engorged. The veins surrounding her nipples are blue and prominent. Her nipples appear much larger.
Listen, control yourself.This isn’t the time to get turned out by your wife’s tits even though your dick is now hard, and there’s no fucking stopping it.
“It’s okay. You can admit they look weird.”
I hop out of bed and open the drawer, grabbing a new bra and shirt. “They don’t look weird. They look perfectly normal for a lactating mother.”
“You think I look disgusting. It’s why you can’t even look at them.”
Motioning for her to extend her arms, I slide a new bra on and then help her with the shirt.
“Quite the opposite, they’re quiet, umm… how shall I say it?”
“Just say it,” Charlotte blurts in annoyance. “Hideous.”
“Sexy.”
“Sexy?” Charlotte glances down, furrowing her brows in confusion. “These things?”
“Yes, so if we can please stop talking about it, I would appreciate it.”
I toss Charlotte's wet clothes into the hamper while Amelia cries. Lifting her from the cradle, I take soft steps and bring her back to our bed. Charlotte takes her from my arms, then attempts to latch her on, to which Amelia finally begins to suck.
“Thank God,” Charlotte says, then winces. “Ow.”
“Just breathe,” I tell her, rubbing her shoulder to distract her, knowing it’s painful for women when their milk finally comes in.
I never imagined watching my child with the woman I love.
But here we are.
It’s such a beautiful sight.
“Just perfect,” I whisper.
Charlotte relaxes her shoulders with an adoring smile. “Our family. I couldn’t have asked for anything more perfect.”
ELEVEN
The time a life began and one ended
Some say death may be the greatest of human blessings.
I never truly understood this until the reality faced our family brutally just a few short months ago.
Elijah is and has been—suffering.
The hardest part has been watching him deteriorate and losing my sister with him.