Mia stood in the nursery, gently rocking the baby in her arms. It was almost midnight, and the house was quiet except for the soft creak of the rocking chair. At twenty-seven, her body still felt soft and curvy two months after giving birth. But it was her breasts that had changed the most. They were huge now — swollen, heavy, and constantly full of milk. Even after feeding the baby, they never seemed to empty completely.
She wore a loose gray tank top, but it was already damp. Two dark wet circles had formed around her n*****s, and the thin fabric clung to her skin, showing the outline of her stiff, dark n*****s. Every time the baby had latched earlier, more milk had let down, and now the ache was back — a deep, throbbing pressure that made her breasts feel tight and tender.
Alex came h
