The Problem with Dreams

Chapter 82 - Naming over Dinner

"And, she's wearing a diaper now," Greg added with a smile.

"Well that is an improvement," Mr. Abernathy said. "Does she still have her hat?"

"I didn't see it tonight," Susan said. "I'm not sure what happened to it. I'll have to ask one of the nurses tomorrow."

"What about her weight, Susan?" Mrs. Abernathy asked.

"She weighed in today at four pounds seven ounces. That's up three ounces from yesterday, but she's still down five ounces from her birth weight," Susan told her.

"At least she's headed in the right direction," Mr. Abernathy said.

"Yes, she is. Now, if she can keep doing that tomorrow, I'll be happy," Susan said as she turned to go up the stairs.

"Are you going to bed, Susan?" Greg asked.

"Yes. It's been a long day. I don't suppose I'm used to being quite this active, so I'm going to turn in."

"I'll come with you," Greg said. "Good night all."

"Good night," Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy said.

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Greg followed Susan into the bedroom and into the closet to watch her change.

"I don't think you want to be here," Susan told him. "I need to get cleaned up before going to bed."

"I'll leave when you need me to, but I want to see you," Greg told her.

"You want to seem my boobs, you mean," Susan said with a teasing smile.

"Yes," Greg said honestly.

Susan's lips curled up slightly at their corners before stepping into their closet and taking off her top. Next came the nursing bra with its flaps. Once she was naked from the waist up, Susan put her hands on her hips and turned to face her husband.

"You did say curiosity was normal," Greg reminded her as he saw her expression.

"Yes, I did," she said. "Go ahead."

Greg approached her but still he hesitated. "Are you certain it's all right for me to touch you?"

"Is there some reason you shouldn't?" Susan asked. "Maybe some reason having to do with cleanliness perhaps?"

"Ah. No. I don't think the laws in regards to that apply."

"Then as you are my husband, in my mind, it's all right."

Greg nodded, gingerly touching the fullness of her breasts with his fingertips.

"They're warm. Warmer than usual," he commented.

Susan nodded. "And at the moment they're relatively soft. That will change as I get closer to feeding time."

"Where does the milk come from?" he asked curiously as he looked at her nipples. "From the tip?"

"No, from all these little pores, all over the areola and the tip," Susan said. "I'll have to show you some time."

"How?" Greg asked looking startled.

"Either sometime when I'm feeding Melody, or after I'm recovered and we're ready for sex, you might find out then," Susan told him.'

"During sex?" he asked doubtfully.

"Don't you know about that?" Susan asked.

Greg shook his head hesitantly with a doubtful expression on his face.

"Greg, how long did Ruth nurse Julie or Alan, if you don't mind my asking."

"I don't mind, but I don't truthfully remember."