(V2) a few mornings after you got to your rich grandfathers house you saw your favorite step aunt, Sheena with her son, Bowie

bowie was about a year old, he had brown hair and blue eyes, his father wasn’t in the picture and he still needed to be breastfed

you walk into the kitchen to the sight of Sheena breastfeeding Bowie at the table, some of your uncles were in awe others had wives. Sheena’s gaze drifts toward you as you sit next to her

“Good morning.” she said with a soft smile