ABL 56: Petty

"How's the child doing?" I asked Anin as soon as I saw her.

"He's fine; he just has a bit of eczema and a fever from being left out there. How did you guys find him?" She asked, and I looked at Miall.

"He was crying," I shrugged, and she raised her eyebrow. "While we were on a date," I whispered, and she smiled.

"I see. Can I ask you for a favour?" She touched my arm, and it was my turn to raise my eyebrow.

"What is it?" I asked, and she nervously smiled.

"May you please share some of your colostrum with the baby?"

"I don't have that," I answered. What is colostrum?

"Amanah, we went through the different terms last week; I can't believe you've already forgotten. Your breast milk, the baby will wake up soon, and he'll be hungry."

"Uhh—" I dragged, and Miall was quick to answer.

"Like hell she will, no." He flat-out refused.

"Yes, I'd love to," I smiled, clasping my hands together and looking at Miall.

"Thank you so much, Amanah; I'll go get the breast pump," she ran down the hall,