I walked back into the living room where she was already preparing herself to feed Zakira. It was like I wasn't even there as she reached out for her. The two of them reached for each other and the baby latched onto her tit like it was her lifeline. I realized I was jealous as f**k.
This was something I couldn't give my kid, something that she seemed to desperately need. It pissed me the f**k off and I had to stifle my anger, even as I was drawn to the sight before me. I didn't look away this time, just stood there watching, taking it all in.
It was easily one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen, but it only made me wonder what else I'd missed. I watched as she switched Zakira from one n****e to the next, and my mouth watered at the little bead of breast milk that was left behind
