The next day when I woke up, I rolled over in bed, stretching my arms above my head feeling the daylight coming through my bedroom window, I heard the water hitting in the shower knowing it was my husband who was taking a shower. I got out of bed, looking into my daughter's bedroom first, seeing how my beautiful girl was sleeping in her bed, while I smiled proudly at her, then I went to my baby's bedroom, realizing that she was already beginning to squirm in her crib. In the bathroom of her bedroom, I washed my breasts, then dried them with a soft towel that was there, returning...