311 The Birthday Party

One year, one month, one week and one day later…

Mark cautiously walked into the master bedroom with empathy and concern and was greeted by the heartfelt wails of his distressed toddler.

"Why is he crying?" he asked as his gaze fell on the mother and son sitting on the bed, the big one trying to comfort the small one.

Hearing the question directed at her, Elena lifted her gaze to spare him a glance. "He wants this," she said and immediately unbuttoned three buttons of her shirt before placing the crying toddler on her thighs.

Mark stood at the same spot and watched with knitted brows as she shifted her shirt and brought out her left breast before positioning their son's mouth on her nipple. Almost like a miracle, he stopped crying.

"I thought we agreed that you would stop breastfeeding him when he clocks one. He turned one today, so what is going on?" Mark inquired as he solely approached them.