Milk For His Little (The Lactin Brotherhood #12)

14. Shawn

Chapter 14

Shawn

Something’s wrong.

I opened an eye and focused. Kasper had spent the night as he did most nights and we were in my room. It was just after dawn, as light was creeping under the curtains. My boy’s breathing was slow and even, and as it was the weekend, there was no need to wake him.

I was in my happy place with my boy snuggled into me, and I couldn’t figure out what was bothering me. Until I experienced that familiar ache in my chest. My nipples were hard and I was engorged with milk.

That wasn’t unusual first thing in the morning, but the milk not dribbling but streaming over my chest and wetting the bed was. Maybe this was the chaos before the storm, with the storm being my milk drying up.

I grimaced as I carefully removed the sticky wet sheets from my bare skin. Gross. I didn’t want to wake Kasper because if he opened his eyes and rolled onto the wet mattress, he’s think he peed the bed.

Thank gods I’d bought a mattress protector in case his diaper leaked, when it was me who posed the danger.

I removed the wet comforter and top sheet but could do nothing with the bottom one until my boy got out of bed. Instead, I rolled him one way and the other and stuffed towels under him. It’d have to do for now.

After a quick shower, I pumped… and pumped. I had more than enough milk for my customers, and I added a message to my followers saying I had extra. The phone pinged, and a minute later, I’d sold my current supply.

“Daddy!” Kasper’s troubled voice echoed through the house.

“It’s okay. It’s not you, it’s me.” While I loathed that expression, it was appropriate here.

“You pee-peed the bed?” He made a face as he edged to the side of the mattress.

“Leaked.” He cocked his head, and I clarified. “My nipples.” If another part of me was leaking, I’d need a doctor lickety split.

“Oh.” He sniffed and grinned, that cheeky little smile I adored. “I smell it now.”

He helped me change the bedding, and I put on the first load of washing.

“Daddy.” He sidled up to me. “Can we have breakfast in bed? Special treat? Please!”

“We can.” That was code for solid food followed by suckling. “But first you need a shower.”

Kasper sat on a stool while I made the toast. I’d need to get him a highchair so he could play with his toys or watch me cook but he’d be a safe distance from the stove. The highchair would have to be custom-made, so it wasn’t happening today.

“Eggs soldiers or banana muffins?”

He rubbed his belly. “I want the soldiers in my tummy, please, Daddy.”

Kasper knew the drill, and he moved the stool further from the stove. While the eggs were boiling, I made the toast and asked if he wanted to cut the toast into soldiers.

“No. I like how you cut them.” By that he meant he often lost patience trying to make the toasty soldiers the same size.

When I removed the eggs from the stove, I’d chopped the strawberries he’d asked for and placed everything on the tray.

“Go and get settled in bed.” Kasper understood he had to get the extra protector to cover the mattress and to roll the comforter to the bottom of the bed. I didn’t encourage eating in the bedroom, but my boy had been so good, and he loved eating from a tray.

“Ready.”

I didn’t need to lay eyes on him to know his body would be humming with excitement. And he was doing just that as I placed the bed tray over his lap, making sure the legs were in the correct position.

“Egg soldiers.”

I put on his bib, and he stuck a thin piece of toast into the boiled egg. His eyes rolled back as he bit into the “soldier,” and he licked runny egg from his lips.

“It’s yummy in my tummy, Daddy.”

I wasn’t hungry and sipped my coffee while enjoying Kasper’s pleasure at eating a boiled egg and toast.

“All done.” He licked his fingers, and I handed him a wipe.

“Are you sure?” I lifted my chin at the fruit.

“Can I have it later?” Furrows appeared in his brow.

“Eat some, please, and then you can suckle.” Though I’d pumped earlier, I was wearing nursing pads because my milk supply was double or triple the norm.

“Okay.” He sighed, probably hoping his expression would have me changing my mind, but he was out of luck. When I asked him what fruit he wanted, he’d told me strawberries.

Kasper shoved the spoon in the middle of the chopped fruit and a couple of pieces flew out onto the tray. He stuffed them in his mouth, giving me a cheeky grin. His lips were stained red when he finished and juice dribbled over his chin.

“I’m a good boy, Daddy. I finished all my fruit.” He bounced up and down, almost upsetting the tray before I removed it. He wiped his hands and shuffled down in the bed, pulling the comforter up and patting the mattress.

“Milk time.” The comforter bobbed as he kicked his heels.

Pushing two pillows against the headboard, I made myself comfortable, and Kasper scrambled onto my lap, his cheek resting on my chest. I wrapped my left arm around him while pulling up my shirt and removed the pad with the other. Milk was dribbling from the nipple, and I cupped my flesh, allowing him to latch on.

The frantic energy that had his body buzzing vanished as he rested his cheek on my bare skin.

The sun danced around the room, reflecting on the mirror, and a gentle breeze billowed the curtains. I closed my eyes as Kasper sucked. Where once I’d been ashamed at producing milk, now I was proud that I could satisfy my boy.