"And I thought my little baby missed me," he says taking me toward the chair that moves, he takes a seat and sits me there in his lap. My head moved straight toward his n****e, my milk source, he set me closer to his chest making sure my body is relaxed over his lap, I was the same size as a baby in his lap.
He petted my diapered bum and moved the chair back and forth in a rhythm that helps me feel safe and calm. Once I was done he pulled me back lifting my head up toward his shoulder petting my back until I burped.
"Ready to go see your dada and papa?" he asks after I was done eating, he carried me down to the kitchen where they were waiting with their breakfast. Although I still wanted to eat real food but daddy's milk didn't give my tummy any pain, it really helped me get better.
"Go
