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We hadn’t even noticed he’d joined us. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps look even more pronounced. He wore a black V- neck t–shirt and blue jeans. His hair was still wet, and he was barefoot.
“You mean like animals? Like our wolves do?” Leo asked, his gaze shifting from me to Phoenix then to his father.
Phoenix lay contentedly in my arms, burping, completely oblivious to our discussion about her and her feeding habits.
“Yes, exactly like that,” I smiled in response.
His gaze momentarily unfocused, then his face scrunched up in disgust.
“That’s gross,” he said, taking a step back from me as if I’d suddenly grown two heads. “I
think she’d prefer milk from a bottle.”
His gaze constantly shifted between my chest and Phoenix.
“What if you’re not around? What happens then? Can we use formula like I saw the nurses.
doing?”
“No more formula, breast milk is good for her. If I’m not around, I’ll pump some milk so
whoever’s with her can feed her.”
He stared at me in horror, like I’d just set fire to his gaming console.
“I’m out. I don’t want to hear any more,” he shook his head and walked out the door.
“I think I just traumatized our pup,” I said to Sebastian, grinning. “He probably never
wants to hear the word ‘breast‘ again.”
Sebastian chuckled. His voice was deep and sexy. “Give him a few years, and he’ll be singing a different tune.”
I stood up and stared at him. “Did you just imply what I think you did?”
This time he laughed. The sound did things to me. When he was around me, he never
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laughed, so I just let the sound wash over me.
“He’s a boy, and we both know what boys are like as teenagers. He’ll be hiding in his closet
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