Logan slept on the couch last night but I woke up with a large man cuddling with me in the morning. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face between my bouncy chest.
He used my chest to warm up his face, like a grown up baby.
"Good morning." I hummed softly, while I shut my eyes to adjust to the sleepiness that was still lingering in my eyes.
"Morning." Logan whispered, then kissed my chin to ask, "Does your milk need reheating? Cold milk isn't good for the baby, right?"
I smiled after I opened my eyes and saw the sly grin on his face, "No." I shook my head and cupped my breasts saying, "They're always warm."
"That's because I warmed them up." Logan chuckled, placing his face on my chest to rub it there till the friction warmed us both.
"Nice try, Logan." I chuckled
