In a stunning twist of fate, the life of a billionaire hedge fund is turned upside down when Alison, the woman who saved his son's life, awakens from a 10-day coma believing she is not only his wife but also the loving mother of his children. The bo...
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Jake
I blinked my eyes a few times because I was not sure if I was seeing it right. But when the baby's cries became screams, it brought me back to reality. Alison was holding the baby in her arms, sitting on the rocking chair with the front of her nightgown open, and her full breasts were on display. She kept changing little Jamie from one breast to the other trying to breastfeed him.
Alison looked at me with desperation in her eyes, and sobbing, said. "My milk has dried. I can't feed him, Jake. I don't know what happened."
She held her breast, squeezing it painfully, trying to see if any drop would come out, but of course, that would not happen. She was not the one that gave birth to him four months ago. The poor baby tried to latch again on her breast, making loud desperate groans, and when he realised that indeed nothing was there, he screamed again.
I moved as fast as my long legs allowed me inside the room, taking poor Jamie from her arms. I did not know for how long they were there trying before I woke up, but it sure had been a while because the baby was frustrated.
Alison looked at me, trying to settle the baby, and her face was red from crying as much as Jamie's.
"I got this, Alison. You don't need to get stressed. Get back in bed. You need to rest." I said as softly as I managed. The whole situation was getting me also stressed, and the baby's cries and Alison's sobs were not helping.
I walked to the kitchen, trying to calm him down, and could not get to the fridge fast enough to warm the breast milk supply from the fridge. I took the box out and felt her small hand on mine and heard her saying. "Let me help you."
Alison saw the milk warmer on the counter and got the machine to work. She looked around, trying to find everything she needed, but, of course, she did not know where anything was. "Alison, everything is in the cabinet on the left."
She opened it and found the baby bottles there. Jamie was becoming purple from all the crying and fighting for air. Alison came with the milk bottle. Soothing him. I put the bottle near his mouth, and the poor boy savagely took it, making loud noises while drinking his milk fast. I exhaled, relieved he was quiet and happy now.
"Jake, I am so sorry."
Alison's apologies had so much pain in it for not being able to care for the boy. I examined her. The front buttons of her nightgown were now closed, concealing her breasts. But I could see from the lower cut on it that her chest was all red. The baby's frustrated hands and hers had done it. It sure must have been painful.
Looking at her broken face. I tried to reassure her as much as I could do to a complete stranger that I had opened my doors to and welcomed to my bed.
"That wasn't your fault. Nothing of this is your fault, Alison. It's all mine. I should've said you can't breastfeed him." Of course, that was the last thing that had crossed my might yesterday while driving her to my house at Mother's request.
