“It’s my turn to feed him,” Gray says without looking up. “So bottled breast
milk it is. He hates it. I know, little dude,” he says to the baby. “I love Mommy’s
boobs too, but she needs to sleep.”
From the far room, a muffled groan rings out. “Mother guilt has killed my
sleep,” says Ivy’s disembodied voice. “And don’t discuss my boobs with my son,
Cupcake.”
―
Kristen Callihan,
The Game Plan