Edward watched, feeling like a monumental ass when he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Macie’s butt. It was a very nice butt. She could stand to gain a few pounds though. She’d lost too much weight, although she hadn’t lost anything in her breasts! In fact, they were larger than he remembered. He knew that was because she was nursing and, sure enough, as soon as she lifted Kyle into her arms, he started nuzzling her chest, obviously hungry for his next meal.

Jealousy towards his son was ridiculous, but Edward couldn’t deny what he was feeling. Kyle was kissed and snuggled for a moment while Macie carried him over to a chair, unbuttoning the snap on her maternity bra. He moved, wanting just a small glimpse of those magnificent breasts before….

Nope, Kyle was too fast. His little mouth clamped hungrily over the offered nipple and started feeding. Little brat!

Edward almost laughed at how sad his life had become. He was jealous that the woman he ached to hold was feeding their son! How ridiculous was that?

“Does it always rain this much in Bristol?” she asked, looking out the window as she tried to push a pillow under her arm for support.

Edward glanced out as well and mentally sighed. “Not usually. We get a lot of rain, but normally, it doesn’t rain for three days straight like this.”

“Is there any sunshine in the forecast?”

More awkward conversation. Perfect. Even worse, their interactions had devolved to discussing the weather.

Still, he pulled out his phone and pulled up the weather information. “Tomorrow should be nicer.” He tapped the screen. “We might even get some sunshine this afternoon.”

“That will be nice,” she replied, her tone and words formal.

“Have you eaten breakfast?”

Macie shook her head. “No, I grabbed a cup of tea though.”

He looked around and spotted the cup. “Here,” he said, and walked over to grab it, then set it on the table beside her elbow. “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” she replied and offered him a small smile.

Edward knew that he shouldn’t stare, that he should probably walk away and give her some privacy. They might have been completely open and intimate last night, but apparently, that intimacy didn’t transfer to the morning.

But he couldn’t seem to make himself walk away.

“Does it hurt?”

Macie’s eyes widened at him. “I’m sorry?”

He jerked his head towards her. “Nursing. Does it hurt?”

“Oh!” she whispered, then looked down at Kyle and smiled gently. “It did at first. It was really painful. But eventually, Kyle and I figured it out.”

“What does it feel like?”

She looked up at him, and Edward sat down on the ottoman in front of the chair, watching as Kyle fed, his tiny hands kneading Macie’s breast.

She stroked his fuzzy head and pale cheek before answering. “I guess it sort of feels like…” she stopped and looked at him. “I can’t really describe it. Maybe like there’s a lot of tension in my breasts and when he starts feeding, that eases the tension. When I don’t nurse, it becomes painful because my breasts fill up with milk on his personal schedule.”

For the next half hour, Edward asked her questions. At first, his curiosity was merely a ploy to give him time to stay with her, to hear her voice. But after he started asking questions, he realized that he truly was curious. He wanted to know what she’d gone through, what it had been like nurturing their son through her pregnancy.

“Do you want more kids?” he asked, startling himself more than Macie. He’d never wanted kids before. But holding Kyle, seeing the way Macie held him, and finding absolute joy in every tiny thing that Kyle did, Edward realized that he truly wanted more than just one child. A little girl would be amazing!

Still, he waited, watching the expressions flit over her features. “I don’t know,” she said, but he heard the wistful tone in her voice. She did!

Edward stored that tidbit of information away for future use. He wasn’t exactly sure how he could use it, but he would figure that out.

“What would you like for breakfast?”

She looked up at him, startled. “Are you going to cook?’

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve already enjoyed the full extent of my culinary capabilities. So unless you want a grilled cheese sandwich, then I’ll just pass along your request to Ms. Kealy.”