The Last Humans (Age-Regression)

Chapter Thirty: The Day

Grace (Mama) POV:

Today's the day the King and Queen are coming. I'm extremely nervous and had a hard time sleeping last night. I ended up holding Clara in her rocking chair most of the night, just staring at her sleeping face. Eventually, I brought her to my bed and she slept on my chest.

I didn't get to sleep until 2:20 A.M. Now, it's 7:30 and Clara's stirring awake. I can feel her rooting around on my chest looking for my nipple. Supporting her head as I sit up, I help her latch. She starts to suckle and I give her a tired smile.

"What time is it?" Dechen sits up and groans.

"7:30. I'm exhausted. I was too nervous to sleep last night. I stayed up until 2:30 in the morning holding Clara. She just looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I couldn't help but hold her close."

"I hate visitors. They throw off everybody's schedule and only want to hold the baby. They never ask or care about how we're doing. It's only about Clara. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful they love her, but I just want somebody to check up on us every now and then." Atticus pipes up.

"Let's just get past this week. Afterwards, we can take Clara to do something special." Calisto says as he gets out of the bed.

"I'm going to go shower. I'll do baby duty after I'm out." He adds.

Looking down at Clara, I smooth her little red hairs out of her face. I love her more than anything in this world. I watch as her little lips move as she suckles. It's peaceful to watch her so content. When I first thought about nursing, I thought it would hurt. I couldn't have been more wrong. Her lips don't just wrap around my nipple, but my areola as well, it makes nursing painless.

"You want to burp her after she's done?" I ask Dechen.

"Sure." He smiles and plays with her toes. Atticus grabs her hand and she automatically wraps her hand around his finger, holding on tight. Her eyes slowly open and look into mine.

"Good morning, princess. Are you ready to start the day?" She doesn't reply but I don't expect her to. She's content to lay there and drink, surrounded by her Mommy and Daddies.

"What do you think it tastes like?" Dechen asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Your breast milk. What do you think it tastes like?" He reiterates.

"It's sweet and thin. To me, it was nasty." I answer his question.

Atticus and Dechen's heads turn towards me. Mouths wide open and eyebrows raised. "What."

"You tasted it?" Atticus questions.

"Yes, I was curious. I was pumping and took a sip. If you want to try it, go down to the kitchen and defrost a bag." I laugh.

"No thank you." They both say at the same time.

Clara eventually lets go of my breast and stretches her little arms out. "Come to Dada." Dechen picks her up and Atticus hands him a burp cloth. Placing Clara's head on his shoulder, he pats her back until she burps.

"Good burp, little lady." He smiles and kisses the side of her head.

We snuggle and talk a little back more until Calisto comes back into the room. He quickly dresses in our walk in closet, and reaches for Clara. "Let's go get ready for the day! Grammy and Grandpa are coming." He whispers in her ear. I watch them walk out of the room and can't help but let out a content sigh.

Calisto (Daddy) POV:

I lay Clara on her changing table and put her pacifier in her mouth. She's awake but quiet. That's rare for her. Usually she babbles as soon as she's awake. "Alright pumpkin, let's get off this poopy diapee and get dressed." Quickly cleaning her up, I dress her in a yellow, short sleeved onesie with a matching pair of black leggings that have sunflowers on them.