“My boobs have never been so sore,” she tells me, pulling out her top and looking down at her tits which have been making my dick hard every time I glance her way. I mean, I fucking love her body, but since she started breastfeeding, her tits have doubled in size and fuck…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, feeling pathetic for not being able to do more.
It’s always Henley who has to get up and feed in the middle of the night and it’s hard because everything is doubled. As soon as she finishes with one, the other wakes and is screaming for milk.
I just wish there was more I could do to help.
Henley shakes her head. “No, I was going to express some milk while they’re asleep and see if that will help. They’re just so full all the time, not to mention the fact that I feel like a cow.”
“You may feel like a cow, but you look like a fucking goddess,” I tell her, dropping down onto the couch as she rummages through all the baby things we haven’t got around to putting away yet. “So, I was thinking,” I continue, “I know you’re doing a great job and all, but if you wanted, maybe you could express some milk to leave in the fridge for tonight, that way I can get up in the night and feed the boys so you can get a good night’s sleep.”
Henley shakes her head, but awe shines brightly through her eyes. “You don’t need to do that.”
“But I do and I want to.”
“Are you sure?” she questions with longing in her eyes. She’s been so tired that the idea of a full night’s sleep is probably at the very top of her wish list.
“I’m sure, babe. Besides, I’m kind of jealous that you’re the only one who gets to feed them. It’s like you get this special little bonding thing that you get to do and when I hold them, all they ever want to do is sleep.”
Henley beams at me as though I’m her knight in shining armor. “You’ve got yourself a deal,” she says, turning back towards the crap on the dining table. She starts shuffling through all the stuff before producing a big box and bringing it over to me.
She sits down on the couch beside me as we both stare at the box. “What the hell is that?” I grumble in curiosity.
Henley stares at it as though it’s some sort of torture device. “It’s the breast pump,” she says, opening the box and pulling out the pieces. “It’s supposed to suck the milk out of my tits and then I think it goes straight into the bottle.”
Her brows crease as she looks it over and I grab the instructions and start opening it up, but the more I look, the more terrifying it becomes. I mean, there’s fucking diagrams and everything.
We get it set up and Henley looks at the machine with fear, but the way she’s been non-stop rubbing her sore breasts tells me that she probably needs this more than either of us know.
She whips her shirt off and unclips her maternity bra as I plug the torture device into the power outlet. She picks up the pump with a laugh before placing it over her hand. “Turn it on,” she says.
I hit the button and we both watch with wide eyes as the pump gently sucks on her skin before releasing it and repeating the process over and over again. “It doesn’t look that bad,” I tell her.
Henley shrugs her shoulders before pulling it away from her hand. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
With that, she pulls her plump tit out and milk instantly starts leaking from her nipple as I watch on in horror. There must be more milk in those things than I’d realized. No wonder she keeps saying that she’s sore.
Henley places the pump over her tit and cringes as she looks at me. “Okay,” she says. “I’m ready.”
“You don’t look ready.”
“Just do it. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can both have a nap.”
Fuck, that sounds good.
I hit the button and Henley’s nipple is instantly sucked into the machine. She gasps out at the foreign feel as we both stare in wonder. The machine releases it before going again. Soon enough, we hear the slight trickle of her milk dripping down into the bottom of the attached bottle.
“Holy shit,” I laugh. “It works.”
“Okay,” Henley says, shaking her head. “Now I really feel like a cow.”
I can’t resist leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. “You’re not a fucking cow. You’re the best goddamn mother these babies could ever have and you’re doing an incredible job.”