Sweet Addiction

ZACH

The house is quiet when we walk in, except for the distant sounds of cooking and soft laughter coming from the kitchen.

“Mom must be here,” Tyler suggests, shedding his shoes and heading down the hallway.

I hang back for a moment, watching him disappear. I could easily pull him back to bed right now. We’d already made love four times this morning before we finally managed to get dressed and leave. Four times we’d succumbed to temptation. Four times that made staying in bed worth it. And a perfect birthday morning for Tyler.

As we near the kitchen, I’m not surprised to find both our mothers and my father. After all, I did borrow my dad’s car last night, and Liz always loves spending Tyler’s birthday with him.

Neither of us are big on birthdays, a trait we share. My mom is setting the table while Liz stirs noodles into a wok of vegetables. I didn’t even know we had a wok.

My dad is perched at the kitchen island, holding Ella and talking to her about stocks and investments. He promises to teach her everything she needs to know when she’s older.

I stop in my tracks, doing a double take. My dad never holds babies. But there he is, looking at Ella with such joy that he might burst.

I can’t resist the chance for a little fun. I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures of them, planning to tease him later.

“Happy birthday, son. You’re late,” Liz scolds Tyler, pulling him into a hug. Even she can tell he’s not thrilled about her being here. He knew she was coming over for lunch and wasn’t happy about it. But trying to stop our mothers from doing anything is a losing battle.

“Sorry, Mom. We had things to do. And you know I hate birthdays.”

“Of course you did. Hi, Zach.”

“Mom,” I greet her, pulling them both into a side hug. I can’t help but stare at my dad, who’s now talking about all the adventures he’ll have with Ella when she’s older.

“Grandpa Jerry suits him, doesn’t it? Happy birthday, Tyler,” my mom says, following my gaze. My dad blushes, and I can’t help but laugh. Life is getting weird. But in a good way.

“Yeah, he looks alright,” Tyler agrees.

“Did you two sort things out?” my dad asks.

We both shrug. We didn’t really talk about anything, other than agreeing to work on our relationship. But we did have some amazing sex, which always makes things better, even if it’s just temporary.

“We’ll figure it out,” I assure him, walking over to take Ella from him.

Her eyes are bright today, one blue and one brown, just like Tyler’s. “How’s my little princess? Did you keep Mommy and Daddy up last night?” I ask her, pressing my nose against hers in a greeting my mom used to give me.

“I missed you, little one.”

“Yeah, it was weird not waking up to your cries this morning, Ella,” Tyler adds, leaning in to kiss her. We stand shoulder to shoulder, looking down at our daughter. She’s the center of our universe now.

Having Violet and Callum in our lives only makes things more perfect.

Life feels good for once, even with Sophie lurking in the background.

I’m pulled from my thoughts by the flash of a camera. I look up to see my mom holding her phone.

“Mom, what the hell?”

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time,” she says, shrugging and walking away.

“Fatherhood suits you both,” my dad adds.

“Thanks, Dad.” I notice a high chair set up in the corner. “Callum put that together?”

“Your mom convinced him to. Ella liked watching us cook for about two minutes,” Liz says.

“Don’t worry, Ella. If you don’t like cooking, I’ll hire someone to do it for you,” I tell her, tapping her nose before handing her to Tyler.

“Where are Violet and Cal?”

“Cal’s in the dining room with Dante. Violet was tired after a rough night and a morning of cluster feeding, so we sent her to shower. I think she fell asleep. Ella might be hungry, it’s been a few hours,” Liz informs us.

I nod and head to the fridge. It’s full of breast milk, and the freezer is starting to fill up too. Catherine has been labeling and freezing the milk for us.

According to her, it can last up to six months in the deep freeze. Annie gave us a Haakaa as a gift, which Violet uses to collect milk from the breast she’s not feeding from. It collects ounces of milk, especially at night.

We ended up ordering another one because sometimes one breast fills more than one Haakaa. When she doesn’t use it, I don’t let any of it go to waste. Her breast milk tastes amazing.

“How many ounces should I give her?”

“Start with three,” Liz suggests.

I find a bag labeled with three ounces from last night. They say babies should have evening milk in the evening, right? I warm the milk in the sink, then pour it into a bottle and hand it to Tyler.

I’m good with numbers and business, but I doubt I’d be good at feeding a newborn who prefers her mother’s breast.

“I’m going to wake Violet,” I decide, thinking about the excess milk she’ll have to pump…hopefully into my mouth.

The midwife said to pump even if the baby has a bottle, to keep the supply up. I figure drinking the milk myself will have the same effect.

I hope so.

“Dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”

“Let’s hope she’s not grumpy when I wake her,” I call over my shoulder as I head upstairs.

I have ten minutes to empty her breasts and maybe even bring her to orgasm.

Violet is asleep when I enter the room, curled up on my side of the bed with my pillow under her face.

She usually sleeps in the middle with Tyler, but I guess she missed me last night.

I roll her onto her back. She’s naked, her full breasts resting against her small body.

I crawl up beside her and latch onto the nearest breast, sucking hard.

After a few minutes, her milk starts to spray onto my tongue. I switch between her breasts, trying not to waste a drop.

“Zach.”

“Mmm?” I mumble around her nipple.

“The milk isn’t for you,” she says, shuddering as I let my hand trail down her flat stomach.

“Ella’s bottle was full, and I didn’t want it to go to waste.”

Her nipple finds its way back into my mouth. It’s just too damn good.

“I could have pumped it and stored it in the freezer,” I tease, releasing her nipple with a pop.

“But we have plenty in the freezer, and besides, I enjoy it.” I switch to her other breast, savoring every last drop.

“You’re strange.”

“Mm-hmm,” I agree. Breast milk, her body, spicy food…just a few of my favorite things.

“So...” she gasps as I trace her clit with my finger, “strange,” she murmurs.

“Are you still bleeding?” She shakes her head, her gaze locked on mine as I play with her nipple, stretching it before letting it go. Her breasts are noticeably less full now.

“No.”

“Good. Can you lay back, love?” She complies, and I move to position myself between her legs, parting them to reveal her glistening center.

“You enjoy me nursing from you.” She averts her gaze, her cheeks and chest flushing a deep red.

“Hey, there’s no need to be embarrassed. I enjoy it, and I love your milk. It’s okay to have unusual tastes, Vi.” I shrug, blowing a gentle breath onto her sensitive skin.

“But I produce milk for Ella, not for you,” she keeps her eyes closed. It’s intriguing, I’ve never seen her embarrassed about something I enjoy before.

“Your milk production hasn’t stabilized yet. I’m sure if I helped empty them, you’d produce enough for both of us.” A small smile plays on her lips.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have unusual knowledge for a man?” I laugh.

“Love, I’ve dreamed about tasting your milk since we found out you were pregnant with Matthew. That didn’t change when you were pregnant with Ella. Plus, you were leaking milk during your pregnancy, it was just thicker and tasted slightly different.”

“Colostrum.”

“The most nutritious milk a mother can produce,” I confirm, planting a kiss on her inner thigh.

“How do you even know that?” I ponder how to answer her question before saying her name.

Rose was a stickler for research. Being a doctor, she was obsessed with knowledge. She knew all the medical terms and facts. She told me about colostrum and its benefits. How a newborn only needs a tiny amount to satisfy their hunger and nutritional needs in the first few days of life. She shared a ton of information about fertility treatments, pregnancy, childbirth, and breastfeeding.

“Rose,” I say her name, pushing her memory to the back of my mind. I don’t give Violet a chance to respond to my revelation because I dive in, tasting her arousal.

It’s a tough choice between the two. Breast milk or her arousal. Both are sweet and addictive.

“Zach.” Her hands tangle in my hair as she arches into my touch. It’s time to wrap this up before my mother comes looking for us.