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Ariana's Pov "Wilder stop it!" I tell my 3 year old as I grab him and sit him on my lap. We're on my private jet on our way to Florida and this little boy decides its best to jump around.
"No mommy!" He whines trying to get off my lap, but i have a tight grip on him.
"No. You don't listen! You're gonna sit right here." I state making him cry even louder.
I look over at Aviana and Ameera who are looking at me to make him stop.
"Here." I give him my phone he takes it and stops crying.
"Finally!" Aviana sighs.
"Ma!" Ameera shouts reaching over for me.
I roll my eyes and sigh.
"Yes Mi Mi baby?" I ask.
"Booba. Booba." She cries. She hates takeoff so I always nurse her while the plane leaves.
I place Wilder on the seat next to me and grab Ameera, kissing her lovable cheeks.
She immediately puts her hands in my shirt and whines.
"Hold on baby." I sit back down and lift my crewneck sweater up.
She cups my breast like a bottle and starts sucking.
"Slow down angel face." I wince as she starts to suck and pinch faster due to the plane starting.
She somewhat calms down when I caress her cheek.
"What's the point in nursing her anymore mom? You probably should try to stop her if we're gonna be with dad. She's gonna be hard to put to sleep if you don't stop breastfeeding her." Aviana tells me as she eats M&Ms.
I pout and look down at the baby drinking from me. As much as I complain about how I don't care for breastfeeding, I really do love it. It makes me sad when I have to stop, but Aviana's right.
"You're right. You know I hate weaning. I don't like when they cry when I don't give them boob. I think your weaning was the hardest, you stuck on me like glue. Everywhere we went, there's Aviana always on mommy's hip." I smile making her giggle.
"Yeah I don't remember that." She shakes her head.
I laugh.
"Oh I do. The first three years of your life you slept on my bed, woke up you were on the boob, after lunch you were on the boob, during a movie you were on the boob. It was honestly your drug. And I loved every single part of our time together, no matter how mad or stressed out I was when it came time to nurse you I forgot about everything. Your dad, was so fed up with you being such a mommas girl he begged me to stop breastfeeding you, but I couldn't do it. Every time you would cry when you couldn't have boob made me cry. I was happy and felt confident that you preferred me over a bottle of regular milk." I smile rocking side to side hoping to get Ameera to sleep.
