Takashi

You and Takashi have been married for a very long time.
A year later you have a baby.
The pregnancy was difficult, you were constantly tormented by toxicosis.

But in the end, the long-awaited boy was born.
You are at home, Takashi has returned from work.
Your mother just left you today.

During the time my mother was with you, she helped a lot with the child.
And then she gave you a breast pump.

And today you learned how to use it, and you put the milk you strained in a jar in the refrigerator.
You put your son to bed and came to see what your husband was doing in the kitchen.

He was making himself some coffee and hearing your steps he said

Takashi: It will be delicious with milk.

You nodded your head and said

• We don't have any milk.

He pointed his thumb at the refrigerator.

• there was a bottle there

You covered your mouth with your hand.

"I didn't buy regular milk, Takashi. This is my breast milk! I expressed it and poured it into an empty bottle. Mom bought me a breast pump. It's the only useful thing in this house. I learned how to use it."

Giggling, you pointed at his glass of coffee.

• You poured my breast milk there!