My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He curled his lips, looking embarrassed. "So, are you going to feed her your breast milk?"

"What else do you need to do?" He sighed, feeling helpless.

"Yep!" I was an adult and I had given birth before. Glancing at him, I said, "When I delivered, it was natural labor, so I initially had breast milk. Later, because the baby died and there was no stimulation of nursing, no prolactin was secreted, so I didn't have breast milk anymore."

He furrowed his brows. "So, you're planning to do it yourself now?" He sounded a little unhappy. "What did you take last night?"

I decided to tell him the truth. "Some medicine for inducing lactation."

"The doctor advised me to massage my breasts and use other methods as well..." I pursed my lips, trailing off.

"Massage and other methods?" He mocked. "Are you going to massage yourself? And how do you plan to go about the other methods?" His words were dripping with sarcasm.

I pressed my lips together, suppressing my anger. "Hendrix, do you think this funny?"

up and

months old, she still looks like a newborn. Hendrix, I've been an orphan since I was young,

accept others' love. But something in my heart told

the best way I can. Hendrix poured in deep, conflicted gaze into me. "What about me? Am I not important to you? Irvin left you with regret, but what about me? What am I to

had always known what he wanted; he only

were dim and gloomy, but his eyes looked particularly bright. We looked at each other as I struggled to force words out

he let go of me and took

turn his back away and leave,

want to put you first

feelings? You had space for everyone else in your heart yet you chose to

him sadly. "No, I didn't want to hurt you. It's just that I'm too insecure. I'm afraid that you'll abandon me and leave me

body stiffened. He reached out

I let myself lean against his chest. He whispered softly to me, "No matter how much we quarrel

too stupid