Chapter 15: Pigeon Holes

"I made you banana bread and Parmesan chicken," Julia told Christian after he had arrived to dinner with Kimber to the McNamara house, "Sean said you were okay with the ingredients."

"You shouldn't have gone to all that trouble. Not as if I'm keeping to the letter with that diet myself. See? Milk. Some say I shouldn't drink milk just yet. And I am, look. Milk is still better than trying alcohol so I'll just settle on this," he lifted his glass.

"Were did you get that from?"

"The counter over there. Why?"

"Ah, nothing I mean, I needed that milk for Conor. Does it not taste funny? Would you give it back please? I'll give you normal milk instead."

"Baby milk's probably the best thing for him," Sean laughed, "it's a bit like an enteral feed, with all the nutrients and all that. If he doesn't find it funny and wants to drink it...just leave it Julia. I'll make Conor another bottle."

"But I can't just leave it because..." Julia was getting jittery.

"It's breastmilk," Christian finished what Julia didn't want to say fearing it was going to cause some sort of reaction from Christian. By the paling of his face, it did.

"Oh, what is it with men? Breastmilk does not harm to anyone, on the contrary, but somehow people found it a disgusting thing to ingest it," she defended herself.

Under the scrutiny of everybody's eyes Christian was contemplating the same thing, issues with breast milk. His mother certainly didn't give him any, bar for perhaps a couple of times before they were separated, but he doubted it. She would've been too revolted and not wanting to bond, he established with a cold and lucid heart. He couldn't have counted how many breasts he had ever touched and he still found them fascinating. So why did he, himself find breastmilk disgusting, he tried to continue thinking it through as to stop the reaction that was already rising in his throat. Funnily, he had to prevent himself being sick this time, otherwise those tests...His last experience with breastmilk popped into his head, it was right there with Gina, when she asked him to suck the excess milk out because her breasts were too full. How did he not get HIV from that? "I dunno either Julia. I personally don't...I mean you can ask Gina. But it's just that right in this house...eee...she asked me to help with the...ah, you don't wanna know."

"No, I think I don't."

Remembering how that milkflow ended up in the toilet this one wanted to follow it too and he could only muster a weak shake of the head at the other's appalled expressions before retreating into the bathroom. He was finished and washing his face by the time his wife opened the door behind him and slipped in, "Kimber. You have to make sure you'll keep breastmilk in appropriately labelled holders. Promise me."

"Of course I will, I have no idea why people keep it in glasses," Kimber shook her head, herself not so happy about the outcome, "wanna go home?"

"No, I'm fine. I had lotsa practice being sick lately remember? Let's just forget about this." He had to prove them this was only a slip up and it was going to be a perfect evening. "I think you should pull that skirt lower down while you're here, we don't want Sean making his wife jealous now do we?" He looked at her with those twinkles in his eyes that already assured Kimber for one that he was all right. He could do the same with Julia at the opportune moment, but amorous looks didn't work with Sean. However, the whole evening was ahead of them so he had time.

Tbc