Chapter Two: BottleNala's really hungry. Daddy's still making sure her bottle is nice and warm for her though. He wasn't very good at that at first, making her milk too cold or too hot. He had burned her tongue the first time and she remembers shrieking and crying for hours afterwards and he had panicked, driving her to the hospital only to be sent home with a Popsicle.
He balances her on his lap in the living room and untangles her arms from around his neck.
"Don't suck your thumb, baby," he chides gently, easing her mouth open with his own thumb between her teeth to guide her own thumb out.
She whimpers at him unhappily until he pops the tip of her n****e bottle into her mouth. The milk is thick and kind of sweet. It's warm and very nice. She reaches for it happily, holding onto the b
