Jamie was angry. Damned angry! Her husband just slept through everything. The baby had woken up five times already and it was only three in the morning. She was certain to wake up at least once or twice more. And each time that the stupid monitor told Jamie that their daughter was awake, she would nudge her husband. He could at least go down the hall and get the baby from the nursery. Was that too much to ask?
She had endured five months of near constant nausea, three months of back pain and indigestion, forty-eight hours of labor and major surgery. Not to mention the raging hormones that resulted in dozens of tears fests, the cravings, the swollen feet, and the hornies those last couple of months. For the baby they both supposedly wanted.
And he slept through it all. He had even managed to sleep through most of her labor. Now even though she could barely walk from where the caesarian stitches pulled and itched, he could not be bothered to get up and walk down the hall, pick the baby up and bring her to be fed. Now Jamie's boobs felt like they would burst. The baby was balling so loudly that she was certain one of the neighbors would call the cops. And he still slept.
She shoved him one more time. This time she put all her strength into it. Even though the stitches pulled painfully, she kept pushing. Until he rolled out of bed. He jumped up, looked around and exclaimed, "What?"
Jamie had had it. She threw his pillow at him. "Can't you hear that?"
He listened for a moment and said, "The baby is crying again. So what? It is all she does."
"Go and get her, asshole," she raged at the man that was fast extinguishing every positive feeling she had for him. "She needs to be fed."
"And you woke me up for this? Why couldn't you do it? You are the one she wants. The one with the tits. The one who insisted on breastfeeding," he said as he turned and sulked down the hall.
"I already have. Half a dozen times, Daddy," Jamie emphasized the final word.
A moment later he reappeared in the doorway. The way that he cooed and gently held their little girl caused Jamie's heart to stutter in her chest and for a moment she remembered the man that she loved.
Then he opened his mouth, "Here is Mommy. She was too lazy to come get you herself, sweetheart."
Jamie was right in the middle of unsnapping the complex mechanism that was a nursing bra. Her overly full breast popped out and a bit of milk shot out of the nipple in a stream. She realized too late that her breasts were too full for her small baby to latch onto properly. She was about to reach for the manual pump on the night stand next to the bed when another burst of milk gave her an idea. A wicked, vengeful and still slightly funny idea.
Smiling sweetly at her husband of five years, she reached down and gently squeezed her breast. A stream of milk shot across the bed and hit him squarely in the face. The shocked looked on his face was priceless.
"What the fuck?" he cursed as he wiped it away. His brow curved inward curiously as a bit of it leaked into the corner of his mouth. He froze holding their daughter in one arm as he brought the wet hand up to his mouth and licked his finger tentatively. "Well, I'll be damned. Shit that stuff don't taste half bad."
He passed their little girl to Jamie and nestled on to pillows next to them. Surprisingly, Jamie felt self-conscious. This was the first time he had actually watched. She blushed as she tried to adjust her bawling baby into the proper position to latch on to the still slightly engorged nipple. It took them a moment to get it right but then her baby settled into a good rhythm.
"Wow," he said.
Jamie looked up at him quizzically, "Wow what? Breastfeeding is the most natural way. It is best for the baby and for me..." she started to launch into the full lecture that she had memorized from the support group meetings. Then she saw the look of wonder and amazement on his face as he gently caressed their little girl's cheek and occasionally her breast.
"Amazing. She actually gets everything she needs from your boobs," the way he said it might have been lacking but Jamie gave the man credit for his obvious fascination. And for the first time in weeks, her heart began to warm just a bit to the man that had been the center of her world for years.
She shrugged as the sucking began to slow, "Damn," she cursed as she began to unwrap her daughter.
"What are you doing?" he asked in shock. "She's falling back to sleep now. Isn't that what you want?"
Jamie shook her head, "Normally yes, but right now my breasts are getting engorged and that makes me uncomfortable. It can also lead to a blocked duct and mastitis. So I need her to wake up and eat some more. Otherwise I am going to have some serious pumping to do," she explained.
"Mastitis?" his face contorted again.
