"Oh, I am so sorry! He always gets fussy when he's overstimulated!" My girlfriend says as she reaches for the hem of her shirt.
I glare at her, indignation radiating out of every pore in my body.
"Love! I'm not 'fussy'! I'm just having a conversation with your friend!"
The aforementioned friend hides a chuckle behind her glass of wine as my girlfriend pulls out her breasts.
"Baby," my girlfriend clucks, reaching over and cupping my cheek in her hand, "That wasn't a conversation. It was an argument. It's ok to get big feelings sometimes, but it's not ok to take those feelings out on our friends."
I lick my lips as I watch my partner squeeze a breast with her freehand, causing a droplet of milk to express from her chest.
"But, Mommy, I'm not having 'big feelings'..."
I feel my tone shift, my adulthood slip away, as she adjusts her posture and gently nudges my head towards her lap.
"Sure you aren't, sweetie," she coos gently, shooting her friend a conspiratorial wink, "But, doesn't taking a little break in Mommy's lap sound nice right now?"
I whimper, allowing her to guide my head into her lap as she places a nipple between my lips.
Out of habit, I begin to suckle, letting sweet liquid slowly roll down my tongue and down the back of my throat.
The anger, frustration, and excitement I was barely aware of before seems to drift away.
I'm almost not even bothered by Mommy and her friend sharing a laugh about how easily I'm cowed by her now.
I close my eyes as I drink, pretending I don't understand Mommy's words as I let her sooth and coddle me.
And I begin to feel wonder, will life ever get any better than this?