"I guess so," I said. After hesitating a minute, I asked, "It doesn't gross you out?" Slowly lowering my arms, I put my hands in my lap again, trying not to be embarrassed about my wet shirt.He made a noise with his mouth, rolling his eyes as he said, "C'mon mom. Why would that gross me out? I used to drink the stuff myself." He was grinning. He turned his head, looking away from me and then said softly, "Come to think of it, I'm thirsty."I couldn't help but laugh while at the same time, my face turned bright red. An image flashed in my mind of my son drinking my milk. But then I realized he was looking toward the kitchen. Oh. He hadn't meant he was thirsty for my breast milk. My face became even more flush. Oh jeez. I looked away."Why are you blushing again?" Josh asked and I shook my head, looking anywhere but at him. "Mom?" he asked softly. When I still didn't answer, it clicked. "Oh. Oh! You thought I was making a joke about being thirsty... for those?" he nodded toward my ches
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