Page 27 of Certified Pressure 4
“Man, he out,” he said, grinning.
I laughed too. “He sleep like he ain’t got no worries.”
Pressure nodded, still smiling. “That’s ‘cause he don’t. We got him.”
We both started laughing again, just sitting there looking through the pictures like two people who couldn’t get enough of their own baby. Every time I showed him another one, he would find something small to point out, like how his nose scrunched up or how his hand always found his cheek when he slept. Itwasn’t even what we were saying that mattered—it was how we couldn’t stop smiling about him.
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and opened his own gallery. “Nah, look at this one though,” he said, holding up a picture of him holding Prestyn’s bottle while he was staring up at him.
I covered my mouth and smiled. “We really out here looking at baby pictures while at the club.”
Pressure grinned. “Ain’t no shame in my game. That’s my boy.”
We sat there, laughing and scrolling through our phones, showing each other pictures and short videos. Every now and then, he would reach over and kiss me again, his hand finding its way back to my thigh. For a while, it didn’t even feel like we were in a lounge. It just felt like a date night that finally let us breathe.
When the night started to slow down, Pressure leaned close and asked, “You ready, mama?”
I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, let’s go home.”
We walked out hand in hand, his grip firm but gentle, like he never wanted to let me go. He shook hands with a few people on the way out, giving quick hugs and dap-ups before we stepped back into the night air.
By the time we got home, Toni was already standing by the door, rocking Prestyn just like I asked her to. I had called her on the way home and told her to be ready to hand him over because I couldn’t wait to hold my baby again. She had that sleepy look but still smiled when she saw us. “He been good,” she said. “He ate about thirty minutes ago, and his pamper’s changed. Zurie knocked out in her room.”
I reached for him, but Pressure got to him first, scooping him right out of Toni’s arms like he couldn’t wait another second. “Come here, my lil’ man,” he whispered in Prestyn’s ear.
He kissed the top of his head, and he shifted in his arms like he knew who was holding him. We got on the elevator, and I just watched Pressure. He looked tired but peaceful. When we made it to our room, we sat on the edge of the bed with Prestyn between us.
Pressure touched his tiny hand and smiled. “Look at him, Pluto. That’s really us right there.”
I leaned against his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah. That’s us.”
We both sat there in silence, watching our baby sleep, our hearts full and calm for the first time in a long time. Everything outside could wait. In this moment, it was just us… me, him, and the little life we made together.
I woke up in the middle of the night with my breasts aching. They felt full, sore, and hot against the fabric of my gown. When I sat up, I could already feel the dampness seeping through. Prestyn was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet beside the bed with his little chest rising and falling like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I leaned over and brushed my fingers across his cheek, hoping he’d wake up, but he didn’t even flinch. I picked him up and tried to guide him to my nipple to latch on just to ease the pressure, but he kept his mouth shut tight and turned his head away. I didn’t want to force him, so I laid him back down and wiped at the milk that had started to drip.
When I climbed back into bed, Pressure shifted beside me. His voice came out low and rough from sleep. “Everything good, baby?”
“My breasts are leaking,” I whispered. “The baby won’t wake up to feed.”
Pressure hummed lowly, barely opening his eyes as he slid closer. His hand found its way under my gown. The moment his fingers brushed my stomach, my body tensed. My nipple was already tight and tender, and when he circled it with his thumb, a trembling sigh broke from my lips. His expression didn’t change much, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he’d heard exactly what he wanted to.
His thumb pressed against my nipple again, slower this time, dragging another soft moan out of me before his heavy voice came out low.
“You hurtin’, ain’t you?” he muttered, his eyes drifting down to the small wet spot on my gown. His tone changed, softer but still deep, that sleepy rasp carrying something that made my stomach twist. “You full… that’s what it is.”
He lifted his head a little, his eyes locked on mine. “You want me to help you, baby?” The question came out like he already knew the answer.
Before I could respond, he slid the strap of my gown to the side, exposing my breast to the cool air. Milk glistened against my skin, and his gaze darkened as he brought his mouth close. The warmth of his breath hit first, then his tongue traced slow circles around my swollen nipple, catching the drops of milk that dripped out. He sucked slow and it felt so good my eyes crossed. The pull of his mouth was so tender and patient, like he wanted to worship every inch of me. His tongue flattened and licked up every bit of milk that ran down the curve of my breast before drawing my nipple back into his mouth again. The way he nursed me made my body melt, his lips tugging just enough to make my back arch while his free hand gripped my thigh, keeping me still.
He kept his hand pressed against my stomach, caressing me while his lips moved with care, drawing out the ache until it turned into something soft and sweet. Each slow pull felt like him sayingI got you, like he wanted to take every bit of pain and make it feel good instead. When he glanced up at me, his eyes were heavy with that kind of love that didn’t need words, and the way he kept sucking, licking, and breathing against my skin made me feel seen, tended to, and adored all at once. My nipple throbbed between his lips, and every time he swallowed, a low moan rumbled from deep in his chest.
My fingers slipped into his waves before I even realized it. A soft gasp broke through as the pressure eased under his mouth.
Part of me felt like I should stop him, but the tenderness in how he held and sucked me made it impossible to pull away. The ache eased, and was replaced by something calm. Pressure didn’t say a word. He just stayed there, giving me that comfort I didn’t know I needed from him. By the time he was done draining my breasts, my pussy was soaked.
He slid up slowly, kissing my chest before his lips found mine. His tongue was warm, and I could taste the sweetness of my milk on it, and when his hand slid down between my thighs, I froze.
