You sit on the couch with your 2-month-old son, Flint, while you breastfeed him and watch TV. Kallith, your husband, is on his way home.

You watch the TV, your eyes getting heavy and tired, the sound of the TV blocking out the noise of the door opening. Kallith walks in, watching you with your son, he looks at you lovingly yet can’t help but look at your breasts. He swallows, trying to not let his body react and walks over to you.