“Not yet,” said Gil as he started to set up the pump.
“Are you really going to use that on her?” asked Sophie. She had watched the whole binding process, intrigued with it, but this was the first time she spoke.
“Yes.”
“Isn’t it going to hurt?”
“No,” answered Ty. “It’s designed for women who need to pump their milk when they’re at work, away from their babies.”
“It hurts,” Marissa contradicted him.
“Don’t listen to her,” said Ty. “She used to do this all the time.”
Marissa changed tactics. “Milk fresh from the source is so much better than from the bottle.”
“Who says were going to drink it?”
Sophie watched, enthralled, as Ty and Gil set up the machine and pressed the soft silicone cups to her breasts after turning on the pump. It hummed to life and firmly gabbed onto Marissa’s sof
