The feeding was nearly over. I had done my duty to the boy and the first girl, and now the last of the three—Damar Jr.
I took her from Fenric and placed her in my bosom. I think I was nearly out of milk, but it should be fine. She was not as heavy a sucker as her siblings.
She sucked for a while, quietly and didn't rush, but the flow of the milk seemed too delicious for her to keep her composure and she grew even fiercer while sucking. But she brought her tiny paw to her face, hiding as she did this.
It was so cute seeing how she was hiding.
But I saw how she eyed Fenric, who was looking intently at him, and then covering my breast.
Oh my, was this what I thought it was? Was our little Damar Jr becoming territorial during meal time?
It's almost as if she wanted to take after her father in that aspect.
Gosh, it'll be war if she does. I hope she doesn't.
And then, after a while, she was finally full. She let go of my breast and burped.
