Both of them remained silent, letting the silence accompany them. Leana said nothing, merely closed her eyes and allowed Revan to continue playing with her exposed nipple. Occasionally, the man licked her nipple, which was wet because her breast milk was still flowing, while the baby slept peacefully in his crib.
"I want to ask you something," Revan finally broke the silence. Leana didn't respond. "If you're producing milk like this, that means you just gave birth, right? So, where is your baby?" he asked.
Silence. Leana didn't answer, but her mind drifted back to her baby who had passed away. To the incident that had caused her pregnancy.
Instead of replying, Leana turned around. She changed her position to lie on her side, her face facing Revan's broad chest, still covered by his t-shirt.
"I'm tired. I want to sleep. Watch the baby, and wake me if he cries," Leana said, choosing to bury her face in Revan's chest, avoiding the question.
Revan didn't push her. He let Leana sleep without correcting the position of her shirt, allowing her breasts to hang freely, pressed against his stomach as Leana embraced him.
He pulled the blanket up to cover Leana's shoulder. Revan wanted to know what had happened to his friend. His gaze then shifted to the baby's crib, where the baby still slept soundly.
"If you knew what Maria did before, would you still choose me, Leana?" Revan wondered silently, staring blankly at the crib. He tightened his arms around Leana's body and closed his eyes as well, letting the seconds slip by.
Revan would never let Leana go again that was a promise he made to himself before drifting off to sleep.
***
In the morning, Leana woke up to sunlight filtering through the bedroom window. She blinked, rubbed her face, and wiped her eyes. Remembering where she was, Leana quickly glanced at the crib and scooted over to check on the baby, still sleeping.
Leana let out a sigh of relief as she felt the baby's steady breathing.
"Good morning," Leana greeted the baby. "You slept so well, Sweetheart," she said softly with a bright smile on her face.
"You're awake?" Revan's voice came from behind her, making Leana turn around. The man stood at the door frame, leaning against it. He looked neat and ready, his masculine scent reaching Leana.
"Yes," Leana replied and walked to the bed to tidy up the messy sheets.
"Would you like breakfast first?" Revan offered. Leana turned to him.
"Sure. Anything, just no coffee. It's not good for the milk," Leana replied.
Revan nodded and walked out, leaving Leana to her morning routine.
After making sure everything was in order, Leana checked on Sean first the baby was still asleep after a long feeding earlier. In the early morning, baby Sean had woken up and cried out of hunger. Leana had breastfed him without caring that Revan had also woken up.
Leaving the bedroom and heading to the kitchen, Leana found Revan still there, preparing breakfast. She sat down at the dining table.
"Breakfast for you," he said, placing a plate in front of her. It held two soft-boiled fried eggs, a few slices of sausage, a full sandwich, and a glass of warm milk beside the plate.
Leana looked up and met Revan's eyes as he took a seat across from her, separated by the dining table.
"Thank you," Leana said with a small smile.
Revan only nodded and stayed quiet while Leana ate. Inside, Leana felt touched and wondered if Revan still remembered that she liked soft-boiled eggs and fried sausages. There was even cheese in the sandwich.
"This milk?" Leana frowned as she sipped the milk, it tasted different.
"Lactation milk," Revan answered casually.
"You bought it?" Leana asked.
"No. Maria prepared it. But, unfortunately, she couldn't drink it. So I gave it to you so your milk can flow well for my son," Revan explained.
Leana nodded. "If it's too much, my breasts can get swollen. I don't think Sean will ask to nurse every hour," she said.
"That's fine. I can help you," Revan replied indifferently.
Leana just nodded, not bothering with what Revan meant.
After finishing breakfast, Leana looked at Revan intently. There were so many questions about Maria.
"Revan?" Leana called his name, making the man look at her. "What happened between you and Maria?" she asked.
Revan frowned, not understanding what Leana meant.
"Your baby, he doesn't look like you."
Revan said nothing.
"I've been noticing it. The baby looks a little like Maria. But Sean reminds me of someone," Leana confessed, furrowing her brow in confusion.
Still, Revan said nothing, not a single word.
"That's not possible, right?" Leana wanted to make sure Sean looked like someone she knew.
"If he doesn't look like me, does that mean I'm not his father? That I don't deserve to be his father?" Revan replied sarcastically.
"That's not what I meant. He—"
"Sean is Maria's child. That's all you need to know. Don't try to find out more or you'll just be disappointed," Revan said coldly.
"Why?" Leana wanted to know, but Revan didn't seem to allow it. In fact, he seemed very angry. Not at Leana, but at Maria?
He pushed back his chair roughly, making a loud screech, then stood up and glared at Leana.
"Your job is only to breastfeed Sean, not to find out about Maria!" Revan said sternly.
"But—"
"That's enough, Leana!" Revan snapped. His eyes were red, clearly angry. "I'm going to the office." Revan then walked out, leaving Leana staring after him in silence.
Leana said nothing. She didn't understand Revan's sudden anger. In her mind, Revan was calm and always responded with composure. But now, clearly, he had changed.
Trying to obey Revan, Leana decided to just wash the breakfast dishes, then take a shower. The house was big and tidy, so there wasn't much she needed to do. Afterward, Leana returned to the bedroom. Sean was awake, but he wasn't crying. Leana smiled and picked him up from the crib.
"Are you hungry, Sweetheart?" Leana greeted the baby warmly, receiving only typical baby reactions. "Come here, have a drink," she said, placing him in her lap and sitting on the bed. Leana breastfed the baby, who eagerly latched on.
The comfort made Leana close her eyes. Her breasts no longer felt swollen, and the warmth from the baby's mouth made her smile. If only her own baby had survived, how happy she would have been.
But a brief kiss on her lips made Leana open her eyes and see Revan there. Before she could speak, Revan kissed her again, slowly pressing his lips to hers, not caring that his child was nursing from Leana.
"Revan," Leana called his name after pushing against his chest, forcing him to stop the kiss. "What are you doing?" she asked while glancing down at baby Sean in her arms, still feeding.
"Kissing you," Revan answered casually, taking a seat beside her. Leana adjusted the baby to ensure the latch was secure.
"I'm not your wife, Revan," Leana protested.
"You're not. You're my friend. But I want your kiss. Your lips will become my addiction from now on."
Leana stared at Revan in disbelief. "But you can't do that when your wife just died," she objected.
"It doesn't matter. I can do it. You don't know anything."
"Then tell me … what's going on?"
Revan's jaw tightened at the question.
Instead of answering, Revan poured his emotion into another kiss, rough this time, biting Leana's lower lip until her mouth opened. He didn't waste the opportunity and slid his tongue into her mouth.
"Stop it!" Leana gasped, breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. She ensured ba
by Sean was safe, then shot a sharp glare at Revan. "Don't touch me if you can't answer my question," Leana said angrily.