"Give her to me. I want to nurse her." Aryana looked at the father and daughter duo on the couch.
Erik stood up. He assisted Aryana with one hand while carrying Baby Erika with the other. He led her to a single couch with a footrest so she could be comfortable while breastfeeding.
The moment she cradled her baby, Erika started seeking her breast. Aryana was wearing a hospital gown customized for nursing mothers so there was a pair of flaps covering her chest area that could be lifted easily to expose her nipple and a portion of her breast.
The first time Baby Erika latched on her breast, she hissed.
"Are you in pain?" Erik stood beside her and inquired worriedly.
"A little bit. The book said it would get better after some time." Aryana smiled gently.
