Moth to Flame 2: La Famiglia

Reposting 2

Mia

It was another rainy night in Seattle. The sounds of fierce thunder and lightning were too loud, making it unable for me to sleep. Plus, Ethan was away on official Mafia business in Portland, Oregon for the next two days. I missed him terribly.

The Greek relatives were managing a big American gun deal, and they needed Ethan's help. His Uncle Paulo and Aunt Chara were like two balls of energy. Where Paulo was tall and thin, Chara was short and thick. However, their love was an inspiration. I hoped Ethan and I would still carry that kind of flame for each other after0 many years.

Dante's loud wailing put the storm to shame. I stepped out of bed and put on my slippers so I could go feed our boy. He was sleeping more often...except it still wasn't much. I was trying to get better about letting him cry, but I just couldn't stand to let my child have a moment of discomfort.

"What's the matter, sweetness?" I asked, lifting him out of the baby bed.

He began rooting, so I knew he was hungry. I walked over to the rocking chair and took a seat. Then I lowered my nursing tank. It was barely down before Dante began drinking from my n*****s. I held him close, staring down at his beautiful blond-haired head as he fed greedily.

"You're so much like your daddy, Dante," I murmured, rocking us gently.

The sounds of the storm blended with Dante's suckling to make a comfortable melody. My eyelids started drooping, but I fought sleep for my baby boy. His warm little body wiggled and squirmed as he ate to his heart's delight.

After about fifteen minutes he unlatched. I laid him on my shoulder so that he could burp. I noticed how much weight he'd gained. It had become harder to pick him up and some of his older infant clothes were now snug.

"My big boy. You're growing so fast, Dante."

He squealed and slobbered on my cheek. I took that as his way of giving me a kiss. My little man was so loveable and already showed signs of kindness. I had so much love in my heart for him that it felt like I could burst.

"I thought I heard my cuddlekins," Chara declared, entering the room. She was wearing a long pink bubble gum robe which clashed with her fire engine red hair, but somehow, she made it work.

Smiling, I passed him to his great-aunt. She kissed his chubby pink face while whispering Greek words in his ears. At this rate, I was going to be the only one not multilingual in this family. Ethan had promised to teach me some Italian, but lately he'd been too busy.

"You can put those away now, dear. I'm sure my Ethan enjoys them as much as our bambino. It's been so long since mine were that high," Chara said wistfully.

I was dumbfounded until I looked down to see my breasts still out. Blushing, I snapped my nursing tank back into place. So far gravity had been kind to my body, but I knew that it would eventually catch up if we kept having babies.

After changing Dante's soggy diaper, we went to the kitchen to get a snack. My baby boy knew this room best, and his fat little legs went wild the moment we entered. He was now able to eat hot cereal and other mashed food, and he loved it all.

I turned on the light and took out the ingredients for turkey sandwiches. Chara was like all the other women in Ethan's family, so my baby boy instantly loved her. I'd been worried she wouldn't like me, but we got along well from the start.

"What do you want on your sandwich?" I asked, cutting up some vegetables.

"I'll have lots of olives and onions. You can take the girl out of Greece, but you can't take Greece out of the girl," she chortled, bouncing a laughing Dante on her knee. It warmed my heart to hear my baby boy so happy.