BRIDGET'S POV
Charles hadn’t touched my breasts in six weeks.
Six weeks of waking up engorged and aching.
Six weeks of having to handle it myself in the shower while he got ready for work like nothing in our bedroom had changed.
Like I had not just delivered an entire human being and was now producing milk like a dairy farm and needed attention in a way that was making me slowly lose my mind.
I brought it up at breakfast… I just had to.
"You haven't touched me," I said. Trying my best to stick to facts not accusations.
He looked up from his phone. "What… I touch you."
"Yes, you squeeze my shoulders. You kiss my forehead. But I'm talking about touching me, Charles. My breasts especially. You used to be obsessed with them and now you won't go near them!"
He put his phone down and I
