“Oh, God. I’m sorry, mom.”
“Its okay, baby,” she said with a smile. She didn’t bother to cover her bare breast.
“But you're …” I said, just pointing to her boob.
“Breast feeding. Yes. it’s a perfectly natural thing. I don’t mind you seeing me,” she said with a simple shrug. Hell I wish she would have gotten knocked up years ago now.
“Unless it bothers you?” she said as she took a sip of her coffee looking at me. |