Fed Milk 소설 & 이야기

It had been a long time since he had done this for Morgan. "Toast Milk chocolate mix Cheese and Mangosteen Juice!" Morgan smiled there. "Here, give me Altair," Jessica said, asking for Altair from her Nanny. "Eat first, Honey... You need to replenish the energy that I drained again." "Cough!" Jessica choked on the almond milk she was drinking. Protein milk helps her breast milk production. "Honey... are you OK?" Asked Morgan, frantically standing up and rubbing his wife's back. "I'm fine, Papa." Jessica took some water and drank it.

Thankfully, her daughter was able to drink milk. “What took you so long?” Felicia complained. She scrutinized my appearance. “You didn't change your clothes. What are you doing in the locker room?” “I gave my frozen milk to Lydia,” I replied. Felicia opened her mouth. “You did what?” “The baby is only five months old, but Lydia can't breastfeed her daughter anymore. We accidentally met in the park yesterday. Since I was still producing milk and couldn't give it to my son, I gave it to Lydia's daughter.”

I ask. Both are quiet for a while. I shake my head and check the time. It’s time to make River’s bottle. The hospital gave a whole bag of donated breast milk. I have to take it out of the freezer and heat it for her. Do I feel comfortable with it being with my food? Hell no, but it is River’s food.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she handed the glass of milk to Audrey. Audrey sat up, and took the glass from her then arched her eyebrows, and said, “Was this made with condensed milk?” “No…full cream milk” Valerie gulped. “Good! How did you know I don't like condensed milk, Miss old-fashioned?” Audrey chuckled as she started gulping the milk down. Valerie shook her head, and smiled mildly, “I didn't know that. Actually, I don't like condensed milk, so I decided to make you a glass of milk with whole milk, which is what I like”.

He made me eat a huge bowl of cereal and milk. "Excellent, I feel more at ease now that I'm sure you're well-fed! Remember, Lily, your milk transmits antibodies to our son. If your milk is weak, our kids will be unprotected!" he warned me, but I didn't care because I didn't believe in those things.

The milk inside sloshed, a promise of nourishment and comfort. As the bottle toppled and spilled its creamy contents onto the cold surface below, the cat eagerly lapped at the liquid, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking within. Within seconds, an ominous transformation began—the once pure white milk turned a shocking shade of blue, a vivid hue that spelled doom. A shiver raced down the cat's spine as it sensed something was amiss. The intoxicating scent of the milk now hung heavy in the air, tinged with a metallic bitterness. Its instinct screamed danger, but it was too late.

She slid one in front of me and handed me a fork. "Eat up. And I mean everything. We can't have you being malnourished and trying to work out." I rolled my eyes, but obeyed, digging in to the fluffy meal. Yes, I was a little bit thin, but I wasn't really malnourished. Dr Abbie's iron pills and supplements had helped and I'd actually added some weight compared to when I first arrived.

And more than anything, she didn’t want Geralt to be embarrassed because of her. Once inside, she exhaled shakily. Her gaze slowly drifted back to the eco bags. She stepped closer this time, her movements hesitant, almost cautious. Then she looked inside one. Her breath caught. A large box of branded milk sat neatly inside—clean, sealed, expensive. Enfagrow A+. Her throat tightened. She had seen that brand before. On television. In advertisements. In places she never thought she would actually reach. Her fingers hovered over the box but didn’t touch it.