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"Wow, who is this? Is this little baby Homare?"
"I thought I told you her name is Lily," Sakurai said, as Koiwai held her by the armpits. Sakurai was standing by the kitchen, a dishtowel on his shoulder as he swirled a bottle of milk, while Koiwai was sitting on the couch playing with the baby.
Koiwai baby-talked to the baby, "Dawww, poor widdle baby! 'Lily' is such a stupid name! Mommy and Daddy named you after a video game!"
"A video game character," Sakurai corrected him from the kitchen. Koiwai grinned.
They were supposed to be working on a presentation; Morioka offered to watch the baby but Sakurai knew the weekend was her only break, so he and Koiwai holed up in their apartment with their laptops on the table, the baby on the floor while Morioka went shopping. The meeting wasn't very productive: Koiwai immediately got distracted by all the baby things littering the apartment.
"Is that formula or is that milk?" Koiwai asked, as Sakurai sat down on the couch, screwing on a nipple.
"Milk," Sakurai said. He picked up the baby from Koiwai and cradled her, holding the bottle.
"Eh? But didn't I see all those bottles of formula?"
"Oh, well Moriko only pumps when the baby's not with her," Sakurai explained, and he held the nipple to the baby's mouth.
"Wait, you mean that's Morimori-chan's breastmilk?!" Koiwai evidently had thought Sakurai was talking about cow's milk.
"Of course it is, that's what I meant when I said milk," Sakurai said, and Koiwai leaned forward excitedly.
"Have you ever tasted it?" Koiwai asked.
"Wha- no, I never tasted it-"
"Betcha it's really sweet and creamy, you should totally drink some of it!" Koiwai said.
"It's for the baby, I'm not going to drink it," Sakurai said. Koiwai winked at him.
"Maybe you should try drinking it from the source, then!"
"Koiwai-san!" Sakurai said, blushing furiously. Koiwai laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.