A Year to Remember (BOOK 2)

Milk troubles

It was time to go home for a week. Y/n and Harry were glad. It was May now, and Darcy is almost 6 months old. She was starting to sit up by herself and use more of her "words." Harry held her while they got on the plane to meet their car and head home. She loved the plane ride. Her and Harry fell asleep while Y/n pumped. She noticed some pain in her right breast but she shrugged it off. She figured it was some kind of spasm. Harry and Y/n didn't get home with Darcy until late that night so they practically crashed when they walked through the door. Harry fell on the couch after he put Darcy down. "Harry?" Y/n heard muffled "mmhhmm" coming from the couch. "Can you hand me your daughter please? She needs to be changed." Harry got up (slowly) and got Darcy out of her seat. He took her to her nursery and Y/n followed behind with a fresh diaper. "I was thinking we start her on some baby food. Maybe carrots or green beans." Harry made a disgusted face. "That sounds awful." Y/n laughed while changing Darcy. "I think she'll like it. Me and her might go tomorrow and get some." Harry gave Y/n a new outfit and she put it on the baby. Darcy was out almost instantly and Y/n put her in her bed. She turned on her monitor and walked out to find Harry looking through  the fridge. All of a sudden Y/n got a pain in her boob again. "Fuck!" Harry closed the fridge to check on her. "What's wrong?" Y/n held her breast and felt a lump. She knew it was a clogged milk duct but she's never had one before...at least not this bad. "What can I do?" Y/n thought for a moment. "Could you get me a warm washcloth so I could put in on me?" Harry ran to the bathroom and got what Y/n needed. She was in so much pain she started to cry. "Oh baby I'm sorry. I wish you didn't have to go through this." Y/n sniffled and felt a tad bit of relief. "It's okay. It comes from breastfeeding. Maybe I have to start bottle feeding her more or something. Jesus Christ this hurts so bad." Harry sat next to Y/n feeling helpless. The warmth from the washcloth helped Y/n some but not all. The pain started to subside but her chest start to feel firm and swollen. "Harry? Can you get in the bag and get my pump. Maybe that'll help." He shook his head and helped Y/n attach her pump. She pumped for almost forty five minutes, getting enough to fill both containers. "Jesus, Y/n. That's a lot." Y/n winced as she took the machine off of her and asked Harry to bring bottles. "I have a weird question." Y/n poured the milk in the bottles. "What?" Harry looked concerned but also intrigued. "Can I try it? I've always wanted to I just didn't know how to ask." Y/n stopped and looked at Harry. "You want to try my breast milk?" Harry shook his head. She handed him the bottle and he did. His face was a mix of shocked and confused. "Honestly it's not bad. Kinda sweet. No wonder she likes it." Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah well that's for your daughter so gimme. She needs her food poor baby is starved. She doesn't have enough rolls." Y/n finished her milk duties and put the bags in the freezer. She had a lot but with a baby there is never enough. "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? Don't answer that I know you are." Harry came up to Y/n and grabbed her waist putting her on the counter. "I'm hungry. But not for food. For you." Harry started kissing Y/n but she stopped him. "Not tonight, baby. I'm exhausted. We can tomorrow. I'm promise." Harry put his hands on either side of Y/n and looked at her. "Okay. That's fine. But I am actually hungry so let's find something." Y/n sat on the counter while Harry looked around their kitchen. Both sneaking peeks and the monitor to make sure Darcy was okay. She was moving around like crazy so Harry went to check on her. He came out with a baby with bed head who only wanted Harry. She cuddled up to him and put her head on his shoulder. "What's wrong, sweet girl?" Harry rubbed her back but she started crying. Her bottom lip quivered as if she was in pain. "I'm going to give her some gas drops. Her belly might be upset." Harry sat Darcy on her little couch pillow and waited for Y/n to bring the drops. "Here we go. Darcy. This might help your tummy." Darcy started cooing and mumbling and her belly seems to be getting a little better. Harry picked her up again and held her, making her go back to sleep. "She's a daddy's girl tonight." Y/n smiled and rubbed Darcy's legs. She cuddled up to Harry more. "She's so cuddly, baby. I don't want her to get bigger." Y/n smiled and looked at Harry. "Me neither. She's already six months. I'm not ready for her to grow up. I'm gonna miss loving on another baby." Harry kissed on Darcy and snuggled up to her. "What if you didn't have to?" Y/n looked at Harry with confusion. She was hoping he didn't mean what she thought. "What are you saying?" Harry patted Darcy's butt and looked at Y/n. "Well we are financially stable, we have a beautiful baby, and we're getting married. Why don't we have another baby?"