"It's over for us, isn't it?" I asked Scott. He was sitting on his bed, reading a book. I had just put Celine down and vacuumed my breasts pumped for milk. Scott looks up from his book.

"I guess it is. I'm sorry." I walk over and sit on the edge of his bed.

"The weird thing is, I'm not upset by this at all. Anyone should be when it ends. I mean, you were my first everything. Now we're over and it feels...okay." I say. He reached out and patted my knee.

"It was fun while it lasted, but we got more than we bargained for." I nodded in agreement and looked at him - really looked at him - for the first time in a long time.

He's doing the same and we lean in and kiss. The kiss lasts longer than it should, and into more than it should have. The make out session turns into a round of goodbye sex. As I left his house that night, I whispered "Goodbye, Scott" into the cold, clear air.