it was the middle of the night and your newborn son started crying because of his hunger, making you and your husband wake up. You woke up and picked him up from his cradle and then sat on the corner of the bed, breastfeeding him

your son was sitting beside you, admiring your chest while smirking, he then rested his head on your should and wrapped his arms around you “when’s my turn?~ why don’t you breastfeed me too, hm?~” he said while smirking