More Junker Queen Oneshots ~REQUESTS CLOSED~

🛑Chest Pains🛑

A/N: I wasn't sure about releasing this chapter because I thought it might be too, I don't know, "weird" for lack of a better word. But I figured, why the hell not. I'm not labeling this as a lemon, but there is a bit of an adult content warning due to a lactation kink used.

"C'mon, Miracle," I sighed, trying to get her to latch onto me to get fed. Today just wasn't her day I guess. It was neither of our days.

I will give her the benefit of the doubt. It is a bit hotter than normal, but it shouldn't be a problem. She hasn't been willing to breastfeed for a while now and while I would like to pump, I don't think there's enough room in both our fridge here and the one in Odessa's office building. It would be interesting for her to open it up to find a bunch of bottles of breast milk. It would make for an interesting conversation between the two of us, especially if she had company.

I let out a sigh as Miracle got fussy and I pulled my shirt down, walking over to the fridge to get a bottle. She was fine there, just didn't want it from the source. Which sucked because now my breasts were swollen and very sensitive. Maybe...

"Aye, there ya are, love," Odessa walked into the kitchen.

"G'day," I said and pecked her lips.

"Baby alright?"

"For the most part," I let out a sigh.

"Aye, what's wrong?" she asked, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling Miracle and I close.

"Miracle isn't breastfeedin'."

"Again?"

"Yeah."

"At least she's fine with what ya pumped."

"I know, and while I am grateful she is drinkin' from the bottle, I just," I let out a frustrated sigh.

"I understand, darlin'. It ain't easy bein' a first time mum," she said. "Do ya need anythin' from me?"

I shook my head.

"'ere, give me 'er," she extended her arms out. "I'll take 'er down to the sitter after I burp 'er. Go take a shower and get ready for the day."

"I fuckin' love you," I said and pressed a few kisses to her lips. "You're the best."

"I want to be the best so you can be your best," she smiled at me. "Besides, I know how moody you can be."

"What's that supposed to mean, Odessa?"

"Darlin', I had to live with your hormonal and moody self for nine months. Ya don't think I know how ya operate?"

"True," I sighed.

"Best nine months of my life."

"Why?" I asked, genuine curiosity crawling over my face.

"I saw ya at your best and your worst. I was there when ya needed me and I'd do it all over again because I got to spend it with you."

"Dez, you're goin' to make me cry," I whined slightly.

She smiled, stepping towards me to place her forehead against mine, "I love you, babe."

"I love you, too. You really are the best wife. And the best mother."

"Aye, you're the best mother 'ere, mama," she giggled at the nickname.

"You're gettin' head tonight," I whispered, hoping she didn't hear it. But when it came to that, she'd read my thoughts before I say it.

"Ya serious?" she pulled away, a shocked look on her face.

"It's been a while. Besides, you've been great to me and Miracle. You deserve it."