Chapter Twenty
The sound of Dylan suckling on Mommy filled the living room, interrupted every now and then by one of her soft coos.
The milk was sweet and creamy. It coated his throat in warmth as it slid down to his stomach, where it further warmed his very soul.
“Good boy,” she said softly. “Drink Mommy’s milk, baby. I made it just for you.”
She was sitting on the couch, her arm on the armrest and bent at the elbow, cradling his head while he laid flat on his back. His lips formed a tight suction on her left breast as he drained her maternal nectar. A new sound could be heard, and she realized it was that of him making potty in his diaper.
“Good boy, baby!” she said. “I’m so proud of you! Make that diaper all wet for Mommy.”
She reached down with her free hand and patted the front of his nappy, feeling the plastic and cotton grow warm and squishy.
“Get all the tinkles out, sweet pea. Mommy will change you when you’re finished nursing.”
She looked at Dylan’s face to see his eyes closed. His body was completely relaxed. He was lost deep in Little bliss.
“Mommy loves you so much,” she whispered. “You’re my sweet little boy and you always will be.”
Dylan opened his eyes and looked up into hers. A trickle of milk spilled from the side of his mouth. He kept sucking, and even though he said nothing, in that moment, he didn’t have to.
The intimacy transferred between them was deeper than anything they’d ever felt. It wasn’t that they hadn’t loved each other before. No, they’d been madly passionate about one another for a long time. Their bond only deepened with each passing day.
But at this moment, they were both their complete, authentic selves. They were absolutely safe in one another’s presence and living out their full truth. The sense of comfort and trust they felt was profound. She was transferring more than milk to her husband.
She was giving him part of herself, her love, and her care.
He was eagerly accepting it, treasuring them all and her for the gifts that they were.
Both of them realized that things would never be the same. They’d broken through a barrier. He was, in that moment, accepting himself for exactly who he was. Something had changed inside him. Inside them both.
She was showing him that she’d always accepted him. There were no more doubts, no lingering fears, no uneasiness.
Just pure love, devotion, and complete acceptance.
It was beautiful.