Life without breasts

It's been nearly a week since JT has been at my boob. The screaming has stopped as has the middle of the night wake up calls. Each evening when I get home and before he goes to bed he still reaches in to see if I'll give in. And each time I pull his hand out and say, "We don't do that anymore. We cuddle." He'll lay his head against my skin and pat me and then get down. I was being inappropriate yesterday morning (not intentional) and was stretching in my robe. It spread open and sure enough JT was there in a flash beneath me standing on his tip toes and sucking air. It was heart breaking and funny at the same time.