Page 17 of Milk For His Little

“Why Marvin?”

“I don’t know. Sounded like a good cat name.”

“Yeah, I guess it does.” I rubbed my cheek against his the way cats do. “And we can call him Marvy.”

I kissed him long and deep, trying to show him all the love I had for him through it.

“Thank you, sweet boy. Thank you for accepting me for who I am.”

“Thank you, Daddy, for loving me. For taking care of me and for trusting me. And for... you know what you’re gonna do next?”

“Oh? What am I gonna do next, exactly?”

I leaned forward and whispered all the naughty things I had planned in his ear and then did them all.

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 buthe’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.

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