Chapter 4

I was anxiously awaiting another special delivery, my half-anniversary gift. I had no idea what it was, but Kandi hinted several times that she knew I’d love it. I stood near the head of the table in the Great Hall at 6:15, even though dinner wouldn’t be ready until seven.

As they finally walked down the grand staircase at 6:50, Jaye and Kandi were beautiful in their pretty dresses. My blonde little wife wore a light blue that matched her eyes, and black to make her curly golden hair stand out. Brunette Jaye wore yellow with lots of purple flowers printed on it.

Kandi had invited her mother and sister to dinner, and I saw a young blonde wearing jeans and a loose t-shirt walk in carrying an infant. I thought she was beautiful, despite her plain outfit. Her hair matched Kandi’s. Other than her large chest and being half a head taller, her body matched Kandi’s too. I was surprised she had a baby, since she only looked a bit over twenty years old. The cute little one was also a blonde.

I said, “You’re right, Kandi, your sister looks just like you, gorgeous. But where’s your mom?”

The two of them laughed and Kandi explained, “Amber is my mom, and she’s holding my sister, Jenna. We have the same growth disorder.”

Amber said, “When I went to the hospital to give birth to Kandi, the doctors wanted to know who abused me. I was seventeen, a high school senior, but they thought I was only twelve!”

I laughed. “Okay, your sister is cute, and your mother is gorgeous, like you.”

Amber asked, “How old do I look?”

I thought a moment and guessed, “You look like a college girl, maybe twenty-two.”

She giggled. “I turn thirty-one next month!”

We joked around and had some small talk through dinner. When we were nearly finished, Amber asked, “Is it okay if I breastfeed her in here?”

Kandi said, “Sure. I know my husband would love it if you sat in his lap while you do.”

I suppressed my initial reaction of begging and pleading. Instead, I politely asked, “Please?” She handed the baby to Kandi, then sat in my lap and pulled off her big t-shirt, revealing a nursing bra. I stared intently from only inches away as the baby sucked milk from a pink nipple.

Kandi asked, “Isn’t it just so sweet to watch! I’d love to be able to breastfeed a baby, or at least have one of my own.”

I involuntarily said, “So beautiful!”

I kept watching as she switched the baby to her other breast. I was surprised how much seeing a few drops of milk leak out turned me on. I wondered aloud, “Do you want us to adopt her? We’d be happy to. Or would you like to live with us?”

Amber calmly said, “I’m just visiting. I missed Kandi and wanted to see her. She wanted you to watch me breastfeed, too.” She smiled as I stared at the fleshy pink nub between the baby’s lips.

I started to suggest, “If you ever change your mind...”

Kandi kissed me. “She won’t. Your gift is upstairs. I’ll introduce you.”