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breast feeding

Niall - First feeding on his first full day home, you unhooked the strap of your black fabric bra to reveal your nipple to your newborn boy, scrunching up your nose under your sleepy eyes as he latched on quickly. The nurses had warned you that not every baby took their mother's easily, but Donagh took your breasts pretty much as instantly as Niall had when you two first met, nearly five years ago now. The little boy didn't have any teeth to speak of, but his gum acted like leeches on your sensitive body. Sitting in the rocking chair that had been presented to you and Niall as a present from his mother, you smiled down at your hungry baby in your arms and watched carefully. Everything was so new to you and you worried if your hands weren't position properly that the whole room would cave in on your son. "I'm jealous." From the open door, you spotted Niall, putting his phone down as he had snapped a candid photo of his little family. He started into the nursery, looking around at the job well done he and his friends had done with painting the room and setting up the baby furniture, putting his phone back into the pockets of his pants and then resting his hand on the crib in order to comfortable watch the feeding. "What?" Laughing lightly, you looked at him as if he was crazy. Niall was no longer fazed by expressions like that. You were always raising your eyebrows at him and tilting your neck to the side when he said something that you lovingly referred to as a "Niallism". "You get to bond with him like that, I can't. What am I going to do with these?" He poked one of his nipples with an Index finger and shrugged. He knew what he was saying might have sounded weird, but the envy growing in him was real. "You can feed and nurture him naturally. I can't do that. I just am his human spit-up rag." Donagh had only been home for 24 hours and Niall had already tossed two shirts in the wash and three towels, as well as had to scratch dried up bits of regurgitated milk off his bare chest. "You're more than that." Nodding, you assured him, but Niall didn't really believe you. He thought you were superwoman before and now your powers were growing. He was a mere mortal. As you spoke, he walked away from the crib to the changing station, folding a hand towel over his shoulder in preparation. You didn't even have to ask, Niall loved it. He was in complete bliss with his first child. "You know very well that there is a lot you two will be able to do that I won't." It was sort of within you to be whatever Donagh needed you to be, but you knew that moments would arise in your son's life that Niall would be better suited for like anything penis-related or football orientated (though you thought you could help with that, too). You felt fortunate that you were able to breastfeed, but you wondered if you should pump just so Niall could feel included. You had read pros and cons to both after all, but you had to admit, as painful as it could feel, it was nice to have the connection with your baby boy. Leaning down, you kissed the top of his basically bald head and sat up to see Niall closing in and looking for a kiss himself which you happily put to his dry lips...though you were confident your breath was a bit rank. "I can burp him, you know..." You didn't want Niall to feel he had to do the messy task though you really did appreciate it. "Nah, go get some sleep." Nodding, he assured you. You both had been up all night, but Niall was confident he was ahead of you when it came to sleep hours booked. Besides, he had already had a big cup of joe and he wanted some private hang time with his boy.

Louis - "Do you know how lucky you are, buddy?" Very seriously, Louis asked his baby boy that he was holding above his head, their blue eyes matching one another with bewilderment shining through. "Do ya?" Louis brought his four month old back down and rested his wobbly feet on his knees since he was sitting comfortably on the main room couch. "You stole Mommy's boobs from Daddy and you get to kiss them whenever you want." Playfully, he squinted a glare at Luke who just tried to giggle in return. Maybe, he knew he had it made. "Can you not tell him things like that?" From the kitchen, where you were cleaning up the dinner mess, you called out. Louis could swear that he heard you shaking your head at him. "When are you planning to give them back to me, bud, huh?" Louis knew you weren't going breastfeed Luke until his thirteenth birthday or anything, but he was seriously going through withdrawal when it came to your chest. The post-baby sex had been pretty delicious considering he didn't know what was in store, but you smacked his hand away or flinched whenever he came in contact with the two girls that he used to hold onto like a boat buoy. He couldn't kiss them anymore because Luke's juice would leak out and poison his mouth. As a father, he was glad that his son was getting proper nutrition, but as a horn dog, he needed some boobs in his hands stat. "Help a daddy out." Tilting his head onto his shoulder, he gave his son a pout, earning himself another spectacular giggle. If he couldn't have boobs, he would gladly take a happy baby boy.