Broadus's Progeny

Elizabeth rubbed her sore breasts gently. Charles Broadus Jr. was the largest baby ever born in the state, and based on the few months he'd been alive, the hungriest. Elizabeth's breast could barely fit into a double-D bra now, and her new son was feeding on them almost constantly.

And while his parents were white and Black, at the rate he was on, the average person wouldn't be able to tell that little Broadus had even a drop of white blood in him. And that filled with his father with no small amount of pride.

He wrapped his arm around his wife as she made pancakes for the large family, with little Tanya, mocha-skinned, digging into hers with glee.

"How are these big udders today," Broadus whispered into his wife's ear.

"Sore," Elizabeth said. "But you know that. Junior was up all last night."

"Chip off the old block," Broadus said proudly. "Gonna have to give you a dairy top for big baby feeders like these. Three pancakes today, darling. Got lots of work to do with Betty."