Preparing to Leave

After washing up, I drank a glass of warm milk.

The cold air outside made the warm, smooth milk going down feel especially nice.

“I’m good.”

Claude wanted something other than milk.

“Is it really… that delicious?”

What he’d chosen instead of milk was my breast.

“I get to drink it fresh, right here.”

“If you like it, Master, you can have as much as you want, but….”

You’ll have to leave some for the baby once they’re born.”

Claude told me not to worry, but I couldn’t help worrying anyway...