He nodded, her fingers still in his mouth. When he pulled them out he tugged her closer shifting their bodies so she was straddling him. The water splashed in the tub, some spilling over the side. her breasts were at a perfect height and he lapped at them gently, still aware of how sore they still seemed. There was probably ointment for the soreness, but he wondered if she avoided it for him. "Does it hurt, mommy?" he asked in a worried tone.