One afternoon..
Lan XiChen: (holding WangXian in his arms for the first time) He looks just like you, WangJi.
Lan WangXian: (still a few days old; yawns in his sleep)
Lan XiChen: How adorable.. You did a great job Wei- (sees WuXian having chest pain and putting some wet towels on it to ease the pain) Is Wei WuXian all right? He looks in pain.
Lan WangJi: His chest somehow got engourge few days after he gave birth to A-Xin.
Lan XiChen: Has he breastfed A-Xin?
Lan WangJi: (nods) From day one.
Lan XiChen: Well, babies do have small stomach capacity at start. It could be because he's producing huge amounts of milk and couldn't come out. Therefore, causing him pain due to accumulation of milk.
Wei WuXian: Then, what must be done to help relieve this pain?..
Lan XiChen: Expressing the milk will definitely relieve it. The milk can then be later used to feed the baby.
Wei WuXian: Huh? How? (*of course milk expressor pumps don't exist in their time)
Lan XiChen: Hmm.. From what I heard, to express the milk, aside from having their babies suckle.. Mother's also ask their husband ahem! Not that I'm being rude.. To.. suck the blocked milk out..
Wei WuXian: Hah? (a hand lands on his shoulder; looks behind him) Lan Zhan?
Lan WangJi: Let's go, Wei Ying.
Wei WuXian: What do you mean let's go?
Lan XiChen: WangJi, don't forget to put them in small bottles for A-Xin later. (*he meant expressed breastmilk)
Lan WangJi: (nods)
Wei WuXian: Hey, Lan WangJi! What are you doing? (WangJi leaves the room with WuXian in his arms; his voice still can be heard as it slowly fades out) Lan Zhan you look scary! ZeWu-Jun, help me!!
Lan XiChen: Sorry.. It's the only way. And of course, a husband's job. Right, Lan Zhen?.. (continues adoring WangXian)
Lan WangXian: (still sound asleep)