Mom called me up from her office asking me to come and help her with something. I was frantic. What could it be? Did something happen to the new baby? She’d just went back to work and that was my first thought.
It turned out that she just needed some help expressing her full, leaky breasts. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever dreamed that I’d be fulfilling my darkest secret.
I shut the door and looked around. "So, what did you need me for?" To my untrained eye, I could see nothing out of the ordinary. I did wonder, however, why mom wasn't going to lunch.
"Be a dear and reach into my diaper bag, will you? Grab those baby bottles and set them on the desk."
"Okay..." Was that all mom needed from me? She couldn't walk ten feet to get them herself? I mean, I don't mind helping her when I can, but to get me out of bed and --
"I'm sorry I'm so distracted, honey. We've got a big case with a big client and I'm just completely swamped."
I set the baby's milk bottles in front of mom. "So, uh...did you need me for anything else? Want me to grab lunch?"
"Hmm?" She looked up at me. "Oh, yeah, maybe in a bit. Can you lock the door and take off my blouse for me?" She pressed a button on the intercom. "Betty, no calls or interruptions for the next half-hour, okay?"
Then she looked up at me with her bright blue eyes and smiled.