Hopefully, the old fool doesn’t know how to cook and dies of starvation.He deserves it for buying a human and not even caring enough that his own son assaulted her.What a dick.
“How’s Hannah?”
I sit taller, shaking off my negativity.It’s easy at the mention of my wife.“She’s amazing.”
“Rebekah says you do damn near everything for her.”He smirks.
I shrug.“Yep.And I enjoy it.”
“You do realize that meansI’mgoing to have to do all this shit for Rebekah when she gives birth.She’s going to expect it,” he jokes.
I roll my eyes.“Don’t give me that shit.You already dote on that woman like she hangs the moon.”
“That’s because she does.How do you think that big orb gets up in the sky every night?My wife hangs it there.”
“Haha.Well, I’m certain when she gives birth, you’ll move heaven and earth to make her comfortable.Trust me when I say it’s instinctive.I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Adam glances at the fridge.“Is it true that you have a stash of breast milk in there because you pump her after she nurses?”
“Yep.”
Adam grins.“Good.Maybe Rebekah will think it’s perfectly normal for her husband to milk her when the time comes.”He slaps me on the back.“Thanks for setting the standard.”He’s serious.
“You’re welcome.”
Rebekah comes into the main room, carrying Eve in her arms.She’s beaming.It’s the look anyone has when they hold the little cherub.I swear this baby rarely cries.She’s the happiest tiny human alive.I won’t jinx that by voicing it out loud, though.
“Hannah needs you,” Rebekah says.“Adam and I will watch Eve while you tend to my sister.”
I rise and glance at my adorable daughter on the way by.She’s mine in every way.My name is on her birth certificate.I couldn’t love her more if I’d been the one to get Hannah pregnant.And I will love her until the day I die.
When I enter our bedroom, I close the door.“Did she nurse okay, honey?”
“Yeah, but I swear my boobs are getting bigger and fuller.They ache.”
I grab the pump.
Hannah is already lowering the front of her nursing bra.She holds her arms out of the way so I can hook her up.Fuck, I love her.She has no idea how much it means to me that she lets me milk her.
I know she’s not feeling particularly sexy after giving birth, but I also know it turns her on when I adjust her breasts.She stares at me while her milk fills the bottles.Her eyes are big and lustful.
Hannah sighs in relief as the pressure eases.“Do all husbands take care of their wives’ breasts?”she asks softly.
“I doubt it.”
She stares at her amazing tits for a few seconds and then looks at me.“Why doyou?”
So far, it’s been something we do without specifically discussing it.I stroke her cheek.“Because I like caring for you.It pleases me to be involved in every aspect of this.I’m grateful you let me be so hands-on… Plus, your breasts are fucking sexy, and this way I get to handle them several times a day under the guise of necessity,” I tease.Halftease.
She smirks.“You love touching them.”
“Yep.”
“You love looking at them when they’re full and milking me like I’m a cow.”
“A sexyhumancow,” I correct.
She glances at my crotch.“It turns you on.”
