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Jamie frowned hearing Morrison telling him to fix a bottle. By feeding her he had expected Morrison to be feeding her with his milk... he knew he was lactating - there were all the signs and sometimes he'd leak. although it almost looked like Morriosn had sweated himself, Jamie could smell the difference. His olfactory senses were heigthened as an alpha.

Jamie opened his mouth and almost wanted to urge Morrison to breastfeed - it'd help his womb contract and in general, was better for both him and the baby. But his omega was not looking at him at all, too fixated with the baby , so Jamie relented and went to fix the bottle as told. He returned and stroked Terri's chubby cheeks busy suckling from the bottle. "you don't want to feed her yourself...?" he asked. "weren't you aching with the swelling?" his eyes trailed from the baby to Morrison's chest...