Morning. Early.
Draven woke to soft sounds. *Mmm... mmm...* Someone trying to stay quiet.
He opened his eyes. *Blink blink.*
Elise. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Back to him. Her nightgown unbuttoned. Hands on her chest.
"Mother?" His voice rough from sleep.
She tensed. Didn't turn around. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to wake you."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Just... it's nothing. Go back to sleep."
But her voice sounded strained. Uncomfortable.
Draven sat up. *Rustle.* "Turn around."
"I'm fine, really—"
"Elise. Turn around."
She did. Slowly.
Her nightgown hung open. Revealing her breasts. And they were... different.
Fuller. Heavier. The nipples darker. And wet.
Milk. Leaking. *Drip drip.*
"Fuck," Draven breathed. "Are you—"
"Lactating. Yes." Her face flushed. Embarrassed. "It started yesterday. After dinner. I thought it would stop but it's getting worse. My breasts ache and—" She cut off. Looked away.
