“Then you should have breakfast…” Xan supplied snuggling Charlie into her breasts as she sat up just a bit so she could better maneuver her child into a cradled position, “My sweet little baby.” Xan cooed softly nuzzling into his hair, a hand caressing the side of his face. The tank top easily allowed her ample breasts to be free. There could be little doubt that Xan's breasts were sore, milk already leaking from her left nipple. With a warm smile she brushed her fingers gently through the Charlie's hair, easing his unruly hair into some semblance of order. Xan had noticed a change in Charlie over the past week. Though she had decided to chalk it up to him getting ready to start school, which she still wasn't happy about, but was determined Charlie's happiness was more important.