Chapter 5 in shock

bathroom with Miguel, to give her some privacy, and went to prepare his milk. After three tries, I managed to find the right amount. "Are you hungry, big guy?" I asked, seeing Miguel get agitated as soon as his eyes found the full bottle. I carefully held the bottle, trying to imitate the gesture I had seen so many times in movies, but which now seemed extremely complicated in practice. I looked at Miguel, who was watching me with his curious little eyes, anxious for the milk he was about to receive.

Okay, come on, this can't be that hard, I thought to myself, before bringing the tip of the bottle to the baby's mouth. However, instead of a gentle flow of milk, the liquid spurted out with force, hitting Miguel square in the face. "Oops, sorry, big guy," I mumbled, trying to wipe away the milk that had spilled everywhere. Determined to get it right next time, I tried again, but to my surprise, the milk seemed to have disappeared from the bottle, leaving me confused for a moment. "Where the hell did the milk go?" I wondered, as I looked at the empty bottle. After a quick investigation, I realized that the lid was not properly fitted, and the milk had leaked into the plastic bag underneath. "Oh, great," I grumbled, gripping the bottle more firmly and concentrating on avoiding further disasters. Finally, after a few clumsy attempts, I managed to adjust the bottle correctly and offer it to Miguel. To my surprise, he grabbed the bottle enthusiastically, sucking the milk greedily. An involuntary smile spread across my face as I saw his expression of satisfaction as he satisfied his hunger. "Well, it seems I finally got it right," I muttered to myself, feeling incredibly satisfied with the success of the endeavor. With Miguel in my arms, I enjoyed the moment of triumph after the successful feeding. I lifted him into the air, rocking him gently from side to side, like I used to see in movies. "Did you like the milk, little one?" He mumbled something in response, which I interpreted as an enthusiastic confirmation. But my victory was too short-lived. Without warning, Miguel grimaced and vomited milk all over me, leaving my shirt soaked and my expression mixed with surprise and bewilderment. "Oh, shit!" I cursed, in shock. Without thinking twice, I put Miguel in the baby carrier and, in a hurry, ran towards the bathroom to clean myself and change my clothes. However, when I opened the door, in my haste, I came across a scene that made me freeze instantly: Sofia, completely naked, holding the towel while drying herself. Our eyes met. And then, we both screamed. CHAPTER 13 Sofia "Close your eyes! Get out of here!" I screamed instinctively, while at the same time trying to throw the towel in his direction and push him out of the bathroom. "Sof..." But, as if everything was happening in slow motion, the towel ended up falling on his face, blocking his vision, while I struggled to close the door. However, the wet surface, probably the result of Miguel's antics, made me slip, losing my balance. Desperately, I looked for something to hold on to and, to my surprise, I ended up grabbing onto Lucio. For a brief moment, we were in a precarious balance, until we finally lost the battle against gravity and fell together on the bathroom floor, with me on top of him and him still with the towel covering his face. My heart raced as I found myself paralyzed on top of Lucio. I felt the heat rise to my face, overcome by an overwhelming mix of shame and embarrassment. Meanwhile, Lucio was writhing beneath me, muffled by the towel, trying desperately to get it off his face. But before I could finish my sentence, the towel slid down and Lucio managed to get rid of it, revealing his now flushed and disheveled face. "What the hell..." he began, before finally recognizing me there on top of him. His eyes widened in surprise and shock. I let out another scream, pulling the towel up and covering his face again. "Stay like that for a little while longer, boss!" I exclaimed, hoping he couldn't see my face burning with embarrassment. Lucius groaned in response, his voice muffled by the towel over his face. Maybe he had said my name. Maybe he had said something else. But I didn't want to find out now. Wasting no time, I got off of him, quickly grabbed the pieces of clothing he had set aside for me, and ran out of the bathroom, entering one of the bedrooms and slamming the door loudly as my mind tried to process what had just happened. I leaned my back against the bedroom door, feeling the uncontrolled beating of my heart echo in my ears. Oh my God Oh my God Oh my God. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths as I tried to normalize the flow of blood that ran hotly to my flushed face. All I wanted now was for this night to end soon, taking this whole embarrassing situation with it. CHAPTER 14 Lucio The hot water flowed over my skin, each drop carrying not only the baby's regurgitated milk, but also the shame that consumed me. The steam intertwined with the thoughts I desperately fought to push away. Sofia... How could I have forgotten to knock on the door? It had been so many years alone... That forgetting that she was naked, inside my bathroom, was as simple as closing my eyes. But Sofia had also forgotten to lock the door. The mistake was mutual. Aware that I had invaded her privacy, now, her images invaded my mind. The memory of the heat of her body on mine still burned in me. Somehow, she lost her balance, and her pale, naked body stuck to mine, separated only by the fabric of my clothes. God. I couldn't think of her like that. Sofia was like my agenda personified, the most competent professional that had ever crossed my path. A person of honor, honesty, and education, an essential part of my work. We were friends, and sometimes I would forget her feminine nature, her primordial essence. However, today, I was finally able to see this side of her. Sofia was a woman. A very beautiful woman. With breasts and... I turned my head, trying to push the thoughts away, while clenching my fists. It wasn't right to think of her that way. Sofia was much more than just an object of desire. I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away the guilt. No. I had more important things to think about. It was the current of past desire that was now dragging me through these turbulent waters. I had a child in my living room. And maybe I was his father. All the new responsibilities that were piling up were direct consequences of my own failure, guilt for not containing the voracious desire I had for women. CHAPTER 15 Sofia I was in the living room of Lúcio's apartment, trying to contain the shame that still consumed me after the incident between us. The baby was crying, and I knew it was time for another bottle. As I looked at the couch and carpet, stained with a generous amount of milk, I realized that Lucio had probably not been able to breastfeed him properly. As I fed the baby, my mind wandered, trying to find a way to deal with this situation in a dignified and respectful way. On second thought, maybe if I just let it go, he would eventually forget too. And somehow, that seemed to be enough. A smile formed on my lips as I tried to convince myself that I had found an acceptable solution to the problem. I carefully held the baby in my arms after he finished his bottle. After a few light pats on his back, he let out a small burp, indicating that he was