cw // lactation
sorry to be a freak about it but felix calling chan over because she’s been left at home alone with the baby and the other kids are sick so they couldnt be sent to school/daycare and her husband is off on some work trip and she thought she could handle it herself and—channie would you mind coming over and helping me make lunch i have a work meeting and the baby wont go down—chan cuts her off and says he’ll be there in 5. when he gets there it’s pandemonium, the kids’ fevers have broken and they’re still sick but excitable and running around begging for felix’s attention, and felix isnt sure if the baby is starting to get a temperature or if she’s just imagining things but baby wouldnt take the bottle so—baby starts to cry again. and felix is. leaking. through her shirt. and hasnt noticed because she is fucking /exhausted/ and scattered by the day’s overwhelming events. chan, who has already scooped baby out of her arms, squeaks a little when he clears his throat and gently interrupts felix to tell her maybe she should take this time to get re-dressed for her meeting and as soon as she looks down in confusion she is BEET RED apologizing and trying to cover herself and Chan is looking up at the ceiling trying his damndest to not think of anything indecent. (like the shape of her breasts through wet cloth. her nipples.) ultimately felix is able to pump, shower, get dressed again, and when she comes down baby is already down for nap and the kids are colouring with chan at the table chattering away over some grilled cheese sandwiches and copped veggies. she makes eye contact with chan over their heads and he just gives her a wink and a nod to hurry into her office before they notice. he stays for the rest of the day, long after work is over. he has put the kids to sleep. arts and crafts supplies put away, dishes cleaned. he’s pouring felix a glass of wine when she comes downstairs from feeding baby one last time before bed. she laughs when he insists she deserves it, and the bottle was a gift from someone from work that he wasnt interested in drinking alone (he raced over next door to grab it from his own counter) so they’re on the couch, talking about the kids, where chan learned to handle them without having any children of his own (little siblings of his own, camp counselling etc) and felix is staring at the last sip in her glass of wine that has already made her feel a little fuzzy and sort of mumbles to herself that she’ll have to throw this batch away. and chan asks what she means. she explains that she can’t give baby breast milk she has had after drinking, since it absorbs anything she consumes and it would be like giving baby alcohol. chan starts to apologize for insisting she drink since he didnt know that it would ruin it like that. slips up and glances at her chest maybe when he asks if she just. throws it away. meaning, whatever she pumps after drinking. does it just go in the garbage? “yeah, why?” “isn’that uhm. wasteful? i dunno. your body went through all the trouble of making it.” and felix thinks back to earlier today. how he helped her so much today, without complaint. a smile on his face as he carried both of the kids up to bed at the same time when they fell asleep watching their movie. how his hand felt on the small of her back and he pushed her in the direction of the dining room, away from the kitchen where He was preparing dinner. this morning. when her shirt was wet and how chan resolutely did not look her way but the tips of his ears. red and feverish like he was ill too. sick with something. “do you have any other ideas channie?”