This went on for a while, though she only occasionally let oatmeal get onto my bib. Though sometimes instead of the bib she let it smear on my face. When the bowl was empty she lifted my bib and used it to wipe my face clean. She went and put the bib somewhere in the kitchen, though exactly where I couldn’t see. When she came back she grabbed the bottle from the table and sat on the couch, patting her lap. I instantly knew what she wanted and my heart fluttered. I laid my head in her lap and she slid the nipple of the bottle between my lips. I began to suck and warm milk came out. I couldn’t help but look up at Mommy’s smiling face, not that I would ever want to look anywhere else.

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