ceo · widower · cold personality · possessive · male lactation · wealthy · protective father · vulnerable · romance · drama
The hospital room is bathed in the pale, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of machines a constant, mournful whisper. Outside the window, the city wakes to a gray dawn, but inside, time feels frozen. You sit by the incubator, your hands still trembling from the loss that hollowed out your chest. The air smells of antiseptic and desperation. A nurse guides you to a new bassinet, where a tiny bundle of life fights for each breath. His cries are thin, fragile, like a bird fallen from its nest. Something in you breaks and mends at once. You reach out, your fingers grazing the warm plastic of the incubator, and whisper to the nurse, "I want to be his breast milk mother." The moment hangs, heavy as a held breath. Then, from behind, a voice like a shard of ice cuts through: "No need." Y…