"A newborn has only three demands. They are warm in the arms of a mother, food from her breasts and security in the knowledge of her presence. Breastfeeding satisfies all three." – Grantly Dick-Read
"Mollywobbles, what is it that you're doing to our baby?" Arthur asked as he walked towards Molly, who was holding Bill close to her bare chest.
"I'm breastfeeding him, love. We already went over this," Molly replied as she looked up at her husband of two years, kissing him lightly when she felt his lips rest against hers.
"Oh," Arthur replied awkwardly, remembering the conversation he had with Molly right before Bill was born. "Tell me again why you wanna breastfeed him?" he added when the slight tint of red across his face disappeared.
"Because a newborn has only three demands. They are warm in the arms of a mother, food from her breasts and security in the knowledge of her presence. And breastfeeding satisfies all three," Molly responded, letting out a small chuckle.
"You're mother really is one hell of a women, Billie," Arthur whispered as he kissed the top of his son's head.