Lullaby
“She’s kicking!” Annabelle squealed excitedly and I leaned over to feel her pregnant belly.
A motorbike accident had left me paralysed and unable to carry a baby. Heartbroken, we had looked for a suitable surrogate, which had been harder than we had ever anticipated, how do you choose the woman who will carry your child? But then we met Annabelle, she already had three kids of her own and was ready to give the same gift to others. She became homeless after her divorce, and her husband had taken custody of the kids, so she was staying with us. It seemed perfect, we could help her get back on her feet and she could give us a baby.
I put my hands on her belly and indeed I could feel the little girl inside her kick. Our precious girl was conceived in a test tube using one of my eggs and my husband’s sperm, so genetically speaking she was a hundred percent ours.
We were both sitting on the couch so it wasn’t hard for me to put my hand on her belly and feel our baby kick.
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.
“Yes!” I gushed. “I can feel her moving!”
The emotion of the moment hit me and I felt my eyes tear up even further.
“How are you feeling?” Annabelle asked and I stared at her for a moment.
“You’re the one who’s pregnant,” I replied, wiping away my tears. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“But you’re the one who’s going to be raising her,” Annabelle replied sweetly and I felt the tears well up even further, she was just so kind and motherly, I found myself bursting into tears.
“There there,” she held me to her chest and stroked my hair.
“What if I can’t do it?” I sobbed. “What if I can’t be the mother she needs?”
“You can do it,” Annabelle told me soothingly and I felt such a strange mix of emotions. I was scared, but comfortable…and yeah, a little aroused at the same time. The feel of her soft, creamy breasts beneath my cheek stirred mixed emotions inside me. “What did your mother do?”
I tried to hold back my tears.
“I didn’t have one,” I sniffled. “I was raised in a girl’s home, I have no idea how to be a good mother and you’re so…perfect, I feel like you’d make a better mother than I could ever be, I would have given anything to have you as a mother,”
“Hush now, I still can be,”
I didn’t question the sanity of it, I just allowed her to hold me, rocking me like a child. I should have protested, but it felt so nice to be held like this.
It was in this moment that I became all to aware of the way my tears flowed down the skin of her breasts. It felt so nice, I wrapped an arm around her waist and I heard her sigh as my arm brushed her breasts. I could see her nipples through her dress and I realised that she was starting to leak milk.
“Anna,” I brushed one of her breasts with a hand to try to help her clean up and she sighed again, a soft, sensual sound.
“I’m so sensitive there,” she whispered and I knew that she was just as aroused as I was. My heart racing, I squeezed her breasts a little harder, resulting in the wet patch growing stronger. She moaned my name and I reached for the front of her dress, unbuttoning her slowly to expose her heavy, tender breasts. She had stopped wearing bras, she was too sensitive for them.
“Natalie, please, they’re so full,” she begged with a sensual moan. She stroked my hair with a hand, encouraging me to lower my head and bring my lips to her breast. It was difficult at first, but I soon figured out how to fastern my lips around her nipple, I was worried that if I suckled too hard it would hurt her, but when I tried it she moaned as her full, tender breast released a squirt of warm milk into my mouth.
We stayed like that for so long, sucking down milk from one breasts and caressing the soft flesh of the other. Never before had I felt such love, it was like we were floating high on a cloud of bliss and never wanted to come down, she was so perfect and warm, I never wanted her to leave. She was my angel and I knew she always would be.