From The Very First Day I Told Her I Was Pregnant The Spark Was There

I got pregnant with a married man from work. He talked to his wife about them keeping the baby and she became the one making decisions about where I went, to what doctor, my diet and generally everything. When the birth came, she was there to 'receive' the baby. After the birth she decided that it was best for me to nurse, instead of milking and providing milk that way.

At the adoption she asked me if that is what I really wanted, she wasn't listening to her husband, she wanted me to decide. Either way she promised they would be financially responsible, for me and the baby. "Don't you love your baby more than anything?" and "I can't take your baby from you". So the adoption didn't happen and I kept the baby and they helped support me and the baby.

A little over a year later she became pregnant and she leaned on me during the entire pregnancy. She had me sit with her and show her how to nurse and how to take care of the baby. She wanted me to stay home with her while she nursed and that way we would save on day care. With her friends she was open about us having sibling babies and how we were raising them together. We weren't just friends, we were baby mamas of the same father.

She elected to stay home and not return to work and my baby stayed with her. I went to her house everyday to drop off my baby and to pick her up in the evening. I sat with her for an hour listening to all her stories about the babies. One day, she looked at me and asked me if I would do something with her. Let's get pregnant together, experience the ultimum in togetherness and motherhood. Babies together, nursing together, raising our kids together.

We got pregnant, he didn't object and we had babies ten days apart. We nursed them together and experienced how motherhood had been all throughout history. Two women side by side with babies in their bellies, babies on their tit, and babies growing up as brother and sister.

We are in our mid thirties now and closer than ever. Our kids are in school and she is the homemaker and I work outside the home. Our baby daddy lives with his new wife and they have a baby of their own. Becoming intimate was a process over time, until it was unavoidable.

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