You were James Phelps's wife, and you both got a baby that is now only 4 days, sleeping in his crib, you were laying in your bed and James was on a sofa eating cereals but there wasn't milk on the fridge.

You: "Babe what are you eating?"

James: "Cereals?"

He chew on the cereals.

You: "With what milk? We ran out of milk tho."

James: "There was a little tube of it."

You chuckle and he chew on his cereals.

You: "Babe, that's my br€ast milk.."

He look at you and shrug and keep eating the cereals.

James: "And?"

He continue eating, he didn't even care that It's your milk, because It's even better.