Vynessa;

The loud cry of my baby makes my eyelids snap open. My body pushes up from the floor as my legs hurry to him. Picking him up, I cradled him into my chest. And fix my butt on the cave stone next to his little bed.

I undo my lace, granting my boobs freedom. Just when I make to feed him, the voice of Titan echoes through the room. “Is this right?”

“What?”

His gaze runs to my exposed boobs. “Feeding him with that?”

“My milk is not a virus to his system. Besides, I'm his mother.”

“But he has been doing great without those boobs of yours. I...