Epilogue
Three years later….
Brenna
“My sweet baby boy, come here…” I picked up my almost ten months old son- Christopher or Chris as his Dad and uncles calls him, from the bed as I settled back against the headboard and slide down the strap of my dress to reveal a breast for him to feed on.
His lips parted, seeking and searching, but only for a moment, as with a small fingers curled into a tiny fist he grabbed for my breast, kneading until the n****e touched his lips. Then, like his father he latched on to it, sucking and biting. I grimaced as his one tooth that had just made an appearance scraped my already sensitive n****e.
I closed my eyes and laid my head back, thinking about catching up on my sleep, because even after three years later with two children, my angel was still as hu
