Can My Husband Breastfeed Novels & Stories

A strange calmness that made him harder to read. She composed herself. “Since we agreed not to divorce for six months, you are still my husband during this period,” she said. “Which means you must follow certain rules.” His expression did not change. “You cannot be involved with anyone else, and you must respect my family. Even though this marriage is only in name, you still have responsibilities. In return, I will let you stay here until your memory returns. Deal?” Lucien let out a quiet snort. Everything is the same.

After we had our routine intimate session, I lay naked on the bed, still feeling the lingering sensations in my body. My husband, Gordon Zule, panted lightly beside me as he casually grabbed a few tissues. "Don't be so loud next time," he mentioned. I understood what he meant. Ever since his younger brother, Yoseph Zule, moved in a few days ago, having another young man in the house made things a bit inconvenient. It wasn't like before when we could be as uninhibited as we pleased.

Yes I would love to seek revenge but I just could not or should I say not yet. Even if I want to, I want her here, so that she can see for herself She took a deep breathe and starred at her daughter who was breastfeeding half awake, thinking of ways to help them sort out the issues. She know how stubborn her husband could be…. Sometimes.

But this was not a long-term solution. After my baby fell asleep, I put on a lace nightgown and crawled over to my husband slowly. I tried to seduce him. "Thomas, why don't you give me a hand?" Desire washed over me as my breathing quickened. However, he held my hand down and said helplessly, "At this point, I'll have to get my best friend to help out." "What?" Puzzled, I scrambled to sit up. "I just don't have any breastmilk. What does your friend have to do with it?"

I said, turning to look at my sleeping daughter again. I planned to breastfeed her until she was at least a month old—it would save us so much money. "Ugh! I wish lightning would strike each and every one of them!" Carla huffed, making me laugh despite everything. I stayed lying down, not ready to get up yet. "But... Mara." I looked back at Carla—she’d pulled a chair up beside the bed. "Does your husband really have no plans to come home? You’ll struggle so much doing this alone."

I cleared my throat. “I'm sorry he can't; I need to breastfeed our baby,” I said with the intention to hurt her, but she didn’t look pained at all instead flushed a smile, which wasn’t fake. “I'm sure a nurse can help with that, right?” “Right.” “There easy, now Cli—” “But I need my husband with me,” I added, cutting her. "Oh, you know where your baby is; why don’t you just go and feed your child, or do you want me to help like I’ve been doing when your silicone breasts refused to produce milk?” she mocked, I felt bad for a second before dismissing it.

He lifted one of my legs and began to drive into my wet entrance again. "Oh, Mommy, we will make love all night." I tilted my face, and our lips met. We shared a passionate kiss while he fucks me like the true lover he is. -6 YEARS LATER- I gently put my baby girl in her crib after she fell asleep. After breastfeeding her and burping her, she is now sleeping soundly. I smiled, caressed her chubby cheeks, and left the nursery after turning on the baby monitor. I walked to our room, and I bit my lip because of the weight of my breasts. Even after giving birth, my breasts are still producing a lot of milk. I looked at the nightgown I was wearing, and my breast area was wet because it was drippi

The nurse brought things before leaving the room. When she was in good condition, she greeted our friends. “It's not obvious that you prepared flowers and balloons,” she joked. "Oh, it's your husband who gives orders, even if it's late at night," they said. "Y—you didn't like it, love? "I asked my wife with raised eyebrows. "I like it; thank you!" She said. "Are you hungry?" I asked, even though she didn't answer yes. I took the food and went in. Mama brought it; she said it was good for a lactating mother to breastfeed our two babies.

Cassie’s POV. ​ “I can’t believe I’m off limits from these cuties.” My husband said as he watched me breastfeed our baby girl. ​ I smiled, not tearing my eyes from the angel in my arms. ​ “You are off limits for a year plus.” I took a glance at him before turning back to the love of my life. ​ “That’s a very long time.” I could hear a little bit of sadness in Shawn’s voice. ​ “Don’t worry, it’s going to pass by so fast,”I assured.

Asher chimed in. "Are you sure you can stay by yourself? I can call Stefan to get us the food you want?" Asher asked and I shook my head. It was already late evening and this was the only way I could get him to leave for a few minutes so I could put out a call. "I’m fine, babe. I’m hungry, and I’ll have to breastfeed the baby when he wakes up again,” I said to Asher. I’d been on hormones and treatments for months so I could produce milk for my son, and I'm so glad it worked so well.