Kaylee knocked on the sliding door and a voice from inside called, “Who is it?”

“Only me, Frey. Just wanted to see how you was.”

“Come on in.”

The young mechanic pushed the door open. “Oh, sorry, didn’t know you were in the middle of something here.”

Freya was sitting up in bed, her wrap open and Ethan held to one breast. “Just close the door behind you,” she said. “I could do with someone to talk to, take my mind off this.”

Kaylee did as she was asked, then sat down on the end of the bed. “Take your mind off it?”

The new mother blushed, a colour that rose up from a long way down. “I … it just seems so odd.”

“It’s natural.” Kaylee hitched a leg up. “I did it with Bethany.”

“I know.” Freya bit her lip, looking down at her son suckling. “It’s just … up ‘til now … this isn’t exactly what I’ve used them for.”

“Oh.” Kaylee understood. “You mean it’s been Mal getting the benefit.”

Freya blushed again. “Something like that,” she mumbled.

“Simon’s right,” Kaylee said wonderingly. “You get all embarrassed over the strangest things. Here you are, letting me see you like this, a baby at your breast, and you go all uncomfortable talking about what you and the Cap do in bed.”

“Just because you don’t have a problem talking about things like that doesn’t mean normal people don’t.”

Kaylee didn’t take offence. “I ain’t never laid claim to being normal. Got four brothers - can’t be normal with that kind of brood around you. I‘ve been hearing their conversations about their male parts and what they like to do with them for most of my life.” She grinned. “So, what makes it feel odd? You afraid you won’t be able to enjoy Mal’s ministrations no more?”

Freya squirmed a little. “Something like that,” she admitted.

“Oh, honey.” Kaylee shook her head. “Simon is right.” She moved a little closer. “Frey, I thought the same. Simon’s always loved putting his …” She stopped, changing what she was going to say. “Anyways, he’s liked mine as much as Mal does yours.