I got up the next morning feeling really good. Darla had slept through the night which meant so did I. But goodness did she have a diaper for me to change! I breast fed my baby daughter and dressed us and out the door we went. Then I headed to the local coffee shop in Marmet. The Java Palace as it is called it's owned by two hippies out of San Diego. Trisha and Bill and they're cool. I went to high school with their daughter Chrissy. She happened to be one of my best friends but she left town and went to Charleston WV to be an accountant.
I walked into the busy little coffee shop and right up to the counter. Trisha and Bill weren't there so I ordered a latte and sausage biscuit and sat down at a corner table.
I paid for it with uncle Ray's credit card. LOL. I began scanning the little coffee shop for possible clients. There were plenty of guys sitting and standing around some older some younger. The younger guys hardly looked at me but a few of the older guys were checking me out. I thought I was dressed rather provocatively in a very tight white blouse and a pair of come fuck me jeans. I had the first four buttons of the blouse unfastened so my milk engorged thirty-eight DD breast looked as if they were gonna pop free at any second. The blouse was so tight that it was uncomfortable but the inconvenience would be worth it if I could attract a client.
I noticed one guy in particular gawking at me and I smiled and looked away because I didn't want to look too desperate.
My admirer appeared to be in his early forties and he was a big guy too not fat but broad shouldered and barrel chested. He kinda sort of looked like my uncle Max, my mom's adopted younger brother. OH CRAP!! It was uncle Max. I haven't seen him in over ten years so that's why I didn't recognize his at first. When did he get back in town?
Max stands up and he walks over.
I didn't much care for the man because he was a rich asshole that swindled momma and Ray out of their inheritance. Then he runs off and invests it in the stock market and makes millions and he's never once shared the wealth with his brother and sister. I started to get up to leave.
"Molly?"
I turned around, "Max?" I asked pretending not to know him.
"I thought that was you, girl. How are you?" he smiled.
"I'm fine, Max." I don't refer to him as my uncle not after what he did to our family.
"I see you gotta a baby. What's it's name?"
"HER name is Darla." I said a bit snippy.
"Oh that's a beautiful name." he said and reached into the car seat to touch her and I pushed his hand away.
He got the hint and pulled his hand back. "So how is your, mom?"
"Look I wish I could say it's been nice to see you, but I have to go, Max."
He frowned and nodded and I pressed past him and made my way out of the Coffee shop. My car was parked a block down the street and I was in such a fuming state that I wasn't paying attention and I twisted my ankle and went down to one knee, but thankfully the car seat did not hit the ground, so Darla was safe. But my ankle, not so much.
Max hurried out, "MOLLY?" he knelt down beside me, "Are you OK?"
I started to cry as the pain began to set in and I shook my head, "No!" I said holding my right ankle.
"Oh honey I'm so sorry. Let me take a look at it." He asked and I let him and he gently raised my pants leg to expose my ankle. It didn't look that bad I mean I've sprained my ankles before but I'm just a wussy when it comes down to pain, that and I'd almost dropped Darla in the process. Geez how could I have been so careless!
"If I help you up do you think you can make to my car? It just right over there." He said pointing to what appeared to be a brand knew Mercedes Benz convertible that was parked only two parking spaces away.
"That's your car?"
Max smiled, "It is darling. Now let me help you up." he gently took me under the arm and helped me to stand up but I had to lean on him to take the pressure off my ankle and with his free hand he picked up Darla's car seat by the handle and he helped me hobble over to Mercedes. He opened the passenger door and helped me in and he strapped Darla's car seat into the back seat.
"There you go little bit." He said and brushed the back of his knuckle against Darla's cheek. I wanted to protest him touching my daughter but then he was helping us.
Max hurried around and climbed in on the driver's side and started up the car and backed out and drove left up main street.
We passed right by my beat up old Toyota Celica but I didn't say a word because I didn't want to feel embarrassed.
"Are you still living with your mother? I can drop you off."
"No I have my own place."
"Okay where is it?"
Feeling a bit sheepish I gave him the directions and we were pulling into the trailer park in less than ten minutes. He parked the Mercedes on the parking pad at the front of my trailer.
"I'll help you inside if you like?"
I nodded and he quickly got out and opened my door and helps me out but this time instead of allowing me to lean on him he hooks his arm under my bottom and lifts me up. He used to carry me like this when I was a little girl. I would just giggle and preen so. Max was very strong for an older guy he must work out. Anyways I was impressed. He reached into the back seat unfastened Darla's seat belt and picked up the car seat as well.
"Goodness uncle you're gonna hurt yourself!" I said.
He just laughed and carried us both up the steps.
"Where is your key." he asked.
"You don't need one, uncle the lock is broken."
He frowned and opened the door and carried us inside and laid me down on the couch. Then he propped my sore foot up on a pillow.
"I'm okay, Max but could you give me Darla so I can feed her please." I didn't know why I was acting so helpless. Maybe it was because someone was there to actually help me.
"Sure thing, Molly." he bent down and unfastened Darla from the car seat and gently passed her to me.
"Thank you, Uncle Max."
"Don't mention it darling. I mean what is family for, right?"
I frowned at him.
"Right...I'm sorry." He hung his head and turned to leave.
I suddenly felt bad for acting that way. Mom and Ray had a beef with him but that didn't mean I had to treat him out of the way. I owed my loving mother nothing! "Wait Max."
He turned to look at me.
"Why don't you stay a little while."
He smiled at me, "Really?"
I nodded, "Yes really." I nodded to an old beat up recliner and he sat down.
"Thank you, Molly."
"There is some beer in the fridge if you would like one."
"Fuck yeah I'll take one." He got up and walked into the kitchen and took out one of Ray's long necks and he twisted the cap and tossed it in the trash. "PBR!" my brother drinks this stuff. Hell I recall your Grandfather drank it too." He raised the bottle in a toast and then took a drink and sat back down.
I unbuttoned my blouse all the way down and I noticed Max looking as I did.
"I'm sorry I should cover myself would you hand me a throw, please?"
He shook his head, "Nah. It's perfectly natural to breast feed a baby, Molly"
I almost laughed at that, but caught myself because he appeared so sincere when he said it. "Okay. Well let's just put it like this I don't feel comfortable whipping out my breast in front of you Uncle."
He smiled, "Well in that case I can see your point." He pulled the throw off the back of the recliner and tossed it to me and I draped it over Darla."
I unhooked the front of the nursing bra and instantly took a deep relaxing breath. Making sure to keep myself covered I slipped out of the bra and laid it on the floor beside me then I gently positioned so she could take but she didn't. In fact she actually pushed herself away.
"Darn it baby girl." I tried to move her head down but still she didn't latch on. "Dang it she must not be hungry." I frowned. I really need her to feed because my breasts were feeling so tight that they hurt. I tried to position her again but again she pushed away. "Geez is there something wrong with my milk?" I said not thinking about the fact that my Uncle Max was sitting across from me.
He chortled.
"Sorry." I blushed. I sat up and stood up and keeping myself covered I carried Darla to the nursery and laid her in the crib. Oddly enough my ankle wasn't hurting any more thankfully. I leave the nursery and walk back into the living room and find Max sitting on the couch holding my bra. Well sniffing my bra rather. He was rubbing the wet insides of the cups against his nose. Yes my breasts had been leaking the entire time I was in the coffee shop.
"What are you doing!" I asked in shock.
"Oh shit, Molly I'm so sorry." He said and stood up still holding the bra. "I...I" he stammered.
I started giggling and I took the bra from him, "Apparently the addiction for breast milk runs in our family."
He turned red, "Sorry."
"It's okay."
