You knocked on Dina's door with some flowers in your hand, hoping the bouquet was of her liking. Today, this was supposed to be your usual friday date, at her home, because she couldn't find any babysitter for her baby, JJ.

She opened the door, the baby asleep in her arms and her shirt slid up, showing her breast— she was probably sore from feeding the cute boy.

You smiled at her, handing her the bouquet before wrapping her arms around her neck, avoiding waking up the baby, and kissing her. It was going well until you pressed your chest to hers and she winced in pain.

You questioned her with guilt before she explained you her milk ducts were clogged, and your gaze shifted to her reddish looking breast, noticing it wasn't normal. You should try to ease up the pain, shouldn't you?