Monica stepped out of the bathroom in a gray bathrobe, a white towel securing her wet hair and her face white.
She carefully dry her hair. Her muscles ached from the morning drill at the gym. She was becoming fit, she was loving herself more.
When she came down, Nancy was feeding Ian his bottle, humming to him. "Good morning, Nancy!" She grinned.
"How was your training this morning?"
"My muscles ache, the soothing balms are beginning to work quite great!"
"This is his fourth bottle. He froze the first three bottles."
"I'll take it from here. Thanks Nancy!"
She looked down at his oceanic blue eyes, his tiny fingers and his little tongue.
"Keep his hands from the bottle. He can't freeze it if he can't touch it." She smiled at Nancy.
She nuzzled him against her chest, breastfeedin
