"Chibs?"
"Mm?"
"Baby, I need you to pump me."
"Right now? You're feeding Lottie still."
"Not sex pump, breastmilk pump. My left boob is so sore because she'll only drink from the bloody right."
"Oh, where's your little machine thing?"
"Here." I said, putting it on my boob and he started it.
"Ow, fucking hell." I groaned as it started & he watched it.
"You okay?"
"I don't know why she doesn't drink from my right but it's always so fucking full."
"You want me to suck on it?" He grinned & I smiled.
"Can't promise that I won't make you do it every time then."
He laughed & I felt relief. My boob was drained.
He took the pump off me & looked at the milk.
"For daddy's morning coffee."
I grinned & he sucked on my nipple.
I laughed and Lottie put her hand on it, like she was stopping him from touching my boob.
"Oh are you not gonna share mommy?" He whispered & I smiled.
"They were mine before they were yours baby." He grinned down at her, kissing her check.
I laughed and he stood beside me.
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