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“Yeah, I think I will.”

“Underwear stays on,” I say sternly. He grins and opens his mouth. I already know what he’s going to say about going commando. “Then borrow a pair of mine.”

He grumbles but doesn’t get out of bed.

I come over and tuck him in before kissing his cheek.

“Love you,” I say.

“Love you too. Have a good day and don’t cut your arm off with a chainsaw.”

“One of these days I’m going to, and it’s going to be all your fault.”

“I’d still love you,” he mumbles, and I know he’s going to be out quick. “Oh, I made you lunch. It’s in the fridge. Don’t forget to grab it.”

“Lunch, right.” I really have the best friend.

Chapter 5

Joe

I didn’t get much sleep last night.

I spent the whole night either thinking about how nice it felt to get Izzy home and into bed, or trying to wrap my head around the idea of someone suckling.

It made using my pump so much worse last night.

Stupid cold, noisy thing, and now I have to do it all over again.

I grumble to myself as I get set up and lock my bedroom door. My son already knows too much, and he’s not too embarrassed to come in and have a whole conversation while I’m milking myself like some kind of farm animal.

When he first found out about six years ago, he was off at college, came home to visit unexpectedly, and then played twenty questions about what I was doing.

At first, he thought it was some kind of sex thing, which you’d think would have made him leave.

But not my son. When I finally yelled at him to “get the hell out of my room,” he scolded me for swearing but then he left. Of course, he was waiting for me when I came back out.

So I explained my most embarrassing secret, and he listened like a mature adult. Which was weird because he’sstillnot a mature adult. He hugged me and told me my secret was safe with him. Then he told me all about how he learned this new thing with his tongue, and I tried to put him in a headlock. Lucky for him, he’s fast.

A few months later, I got an email from a support group that called themselves the Lactin Brotherhood, and I ignored it for weeks. One night my pump broke, and I was so sick of these darn things that I decided to check their website to see if they had any tips. Turns out they have lots of great ideas and resources to help guys like me, and I hate to admit it, but I enjoyed speaking with them, and it was nice not to be alone anymore.

So I joined.

I’ve been to a few meetings in a more private setting, but never out in public, and I never would have if the little traitor hadn’t tricked me.

It wasn’t too bad, though.

I learned something new.

Like boys want to suckle on their Daddies.

Maybe Izzy wanted to suckle a Daddy?

He said he was there to meet a group, and it was private. He seemed kind of embarrassed too, but it could have been anything.

A dance group, a knitting circle, a book club, heck, even a cat fancy party because he loves cats so much.

Besides, what do I care? It’s not like I can give him what he wants.

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