It had been two months since Anne and Jack visited her Asher. They had returned to their normal life in Geneva.
Jack returned with a lot of work piled up and Anne, who enjoyed her life as a housewife, occasionally would come to the office to deliver lunch to Jack. Otherwise, Anne would go to Aaron's house to help Rose raise their first son who was getting smarter.
"My nipples hurt so bad, Anne. I can't stand it anymore," said Rose sadly. "It turned out to be very painful to love."
"Bryan is only two months old, Rose."
"I know, but I can't stand it anymore, Anne. It hurts,"
Anne took a deep breath. "So what? Do you want to give him formula?"
"I think so, I'm really not strong, Anne. Every time I feed him, I always cry," answered Rose honestly.
Anne tapped Rose's hand for support, breastfeeding her first child was not easy and she had experienced it herself when Christian was born four years ago.
