Baby Love Lite (4 page)

“
Mmmm,” I moaned, as I
brought his erection to fullness. I went up and down on him,
rocking back and forth to take his full length into my mouth. My
tongue swirled hungrily around and around the head, tasting his
clear fluid as his hips gyrated with pleasure. I could tell my
massaging was bringing considerable pleasure to him. He moaned each
time I increased the pressure in a different area.

“
Oh, baby,” he rasped, “You
ready for some protein?”

His hips were thrusting faster and harder
now. I moaned loving the taste of him; hungry for the warm, salty
protein he was about to give me. I sucked harder now; working my
mouth to bring him his pleasured release.

Just then Preston started fussing from her
bassinet. I could hear her sucking loudly on her fingers. She was
hungry and it was right on schedule. I tried to increase my rhythm
on Trey, going up and down on him faster. He'd slowed his
thrusting, distracted by the baby’s fussing. Her discomfort was
quickly escalating into full-blown crying.

It was no use. The window of opportunity had
slammed shut for the moment. His hands framed my head, brushing my
hair back and raising me up gently so that I could see his
face.

“
Take care of Preston, baby.
I can wait.”

He smiled at me with his still smoldering
eyes that were hungry for fulfillment. We both understood that she
was our priority now.

I scooted out of our bed and lifted my hungry
baby to my breast. She rooted for a couple of seconds before firmly
latching on to my nipple. I climbed back up next to Trey, pulling
the sheet up around us as he pulled me back against him, resting an
arm around my shoulder.

Preston’s sapphire blue eyes were wide as she
locked her gaze onto me, her tiny fingers kneading my breast. She
was sucking contentedly. I looked down at her thinking about what
she'd interrupted. She smiled up at me, dimpling the same way Trey
did, a droplet of milk running down her chin. I lowered my lips to
her forehead kissing her softly.

Dr. Addison cleared me as being healed at my
appointment. He indicated that I could resume full sexual activity.
The doctor and I discussed birth control that would accommodate my
breast-feeding. I decided to be fitted for a diaphragm; it was the
most risk-free option in my mind. I discussed the “family bed” with
Dr. Addison, confiding to him my fears that Trey would shoot it
down due to our “robust” sex life. Dr. Addison chuckled. I'd a
feeling he'd heard it all before.

“
The most important thing is
that both you and Trey be fully committed to doing this. That's the
only way that it'll successfully work. Discuss it amongst
yourselves; identify the pros and cons and then mutually decide
what's best for all of you.”

“
Thanks Dr. Addison, I
will,” I promised. “I realize that it's a commitment for both of
us.”

“
Speaking of which, I
understand that you and Trey are to be married next
month?”

“
Yes,” I smiled. "We’re
getting married on July 4th at his family home in
Virginia.”

“
Independence Day,
huh?”

“
Yes, doctor. I guess you
see the irony in that as well.”

I smiled, as it'd become a family joke with
the Sinclair’s since we'd told them.

“
I think that you and Trey
will make a wonderful family with your precious baby. Best wishes
to you both.”

On the way home, I contemplated how I'd
broach the subject of the family bed, though it wasn't just that;
it involved abstinence as well. I knew that Trey would be quizzing
me at his earliest opportunity about what the doctor had said about
resuming sex. The truth was there was just under a month left until
our wedding. Part of me wanted to honor tradition and practice
abstinence until our wedding night. Having him agree to the family
bed would certainly make that part easier.

Mrs. Harris had watched Preston for me while
I kept my appointment with Dr. Addison. She was an absolute dear
with the baby; watching her occasionally on her days at our
apartment so that I could run quick errands or keep appointments
for various wedding preparations.

Preston was awake in her swing when I got
back to the apartment. Jean was singing while she dusted the living
room. Preston was swinging back and forth, content to watch her.
She immediately recognized my voice as I greeted Jean and then bent
down to talk to her. She smiled, dimpling me with her Trey dimple
that warmed my heart.

“
That's one good baby you
have there, Tylar,” Jean said as she continued dusting. “She never
gives me a bit of trouble. Whatever you're doing, it sure does make
her one happy little baby girl, I can tell you that.”

I beamed with pride. Having no experience
with babies, it meant a lot that someone like Jean who had children
of her own would recognize I was doing something right. Of course,
I had to give Trey his just due. He was a very participative
father.

“
Thanks, Jean,” I said,
lifting Preston from her swing. I couldn’t get enough of her baby
smell. I pressed her close to me, planting soft kisses on her head.
She snuggled against me.

“
She sure does look like her
daddy,” Jean commented. “Though, I think she has your mouth and
nose,” she quickly added. “Between the both of you, Preston's going
to be one beautiful girl."

“
I think so too, although
it’s mostly from Trey. He's quite a handsome man.”

“
Don’t sell yourself short.
You're a mighty handsome woman yourself. Why, you and Mr. Sinclair
complement each other with your good looks. That baby's got the
best of both. Anyone can see that.”

“
I want to tell you how much
I appreciate you watching her while I kept my appointment. I'm very
protective of her and you feel like family - I hope I’m not
imposing--”

“
Not one bit,” she assured
me as she finished up in the living room.

“
It does my heart good to
care for a little one, again. I feel like family with her
too.”

Preston was squirming in my arms, a sign she
was either hungry or needed a diaper change. I decided I'd check
her diaper first. I headed to the nursery laying her down on her
changing table. She promptly started sucking her thumb; her big
blue eyes followed me as I crossed the room to get the tube of
ointment off the dresser. She was kicking her little legs as I
unsnapped her onesie and ripped the taped tabs off of her
disposable diaper.

“
Pee-Yew!” I said, pinching
my nose and smiling down at her. “Somebody has a stinky poo-poo in
her diaper, doesn’t she?”

She grinned at me, momentarily forgetting
about her thumb, kicking her legs as I removed the dirty diaper and
wiped her clean. Once freshly diapered, I carried her into our
bedroom and settled down on the bed with her. I grabbed my nursing
pillow so that I could comfortably feed her cradled against me on
the pillow.

I pulled a blanket up to partially cover us.
It was so cozy nestled with her that I ended up dozing off as she
nursed contentedly encircled in my arms. It must've been an hour or
more later that Trey lifted a sleeping Preston from my arms, gently
placing her into the bassinet near our bed. I awoke and yawned,
stretching languidly as I pulled the blanket up further. My nap was
delicious. I didn’t want it to end now that I knew Preston was
snuggled up in her bassinet sawing logs.

Trey was beside me in a moment, wrapping me
in his arms, kissing my neck. He fondled the bare breast that
Preston had just left.

“
What did the doctor say
today, baby?”

Uh oh.

“
Well, he said that it looks
as if I'm healing up nicely.”

No lie there.

“
So? Are we good to go,
then?”

“
How romantic, Mr.
Sinclair,” I commented wryly.

“
Baby, it’s been a total of
seven weeks since I've been able to sink myself into you. I’m not
thinking romance at the moment.”

I looked up at him warily, not sure what his
response was going to be when I presented my idea to him. “Will you
consider something and I mean really consider it, before
answering?”

He cocked an eyebrow now
looking at me
warily
, waiting for what I was about to spring on him. “Go on,” he
urged.

I sat up in order to face him squarely while
we discussed this. At least I was hopeful that it would be open for
discussion. “We're getting married in less than four weeks,” I
started. “I was hoping that you'd be agreeable to abstaining from,
well, from any form of sex until our honeymoon.”

I blurted the last part out hurriedly afraid
I'd chicken out if I delayed the inevitable.

“
You've got to be fucking
kidding me,” he practically screeched. “Why?”

“
I know you're probably
thinking ‘what’s the point’ in doing this, I get that, but honey,
I’m just asking for some semblance of tradition. I think it'll add
so much more mystique and romanticism to the wedding and honeymoon.
It’s just as rough on me as it is on you, believe me. . . Please,
for me?”

He was glaring at me in disbelief, but at
least he wasn't shouting, nor had he given me a definitive ‘no.’ He
raked both hands through his hair.

Not a good sign, double raking.

“
Tylar, what exactly will
that prove? I mean, I’m horny as hell for you right this minute. It
seems like it's been months instead of weeks. Don’t you miss
it?”

“
I just said I did. How
could you think that it hasn’t been hard for me as well? I just
want that feeling back like when it was our first time. Just a
little bit of mystery because we're sort of ‘rediscovering’
ourselves on our honeymoon. I know it may seem ridiculous to you.
If you say ‘no’ I won’t be mad or anything.”

I knew that last part would really get to
him. I was counting on it to at least.

“
What the hell? When you put
it like that I guess I'd be some uncouth caveman if I didn’t honor
your request, now wouldn’t I?”

“
Are you angry?”

“
I’m just a bit
disappointed. I’ll get over it.”

He raised himself off of the bed, loosening
his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt to get into his sweats,
which were his usual after work garb.

I went to the kitchen and prepared dinner. I
broiled some steaks and made a salad. We ate in silence. I tried to
strike up a conversation, asking about things at the office. Trey
was giving me one or two word answers. This wasn't working. Halfway
through dinner, I stood up, scraped my uneaten portion into the
trash and went into the laundry room to check on the load of
Preston’s clothing that I'd washed separate from ours.

I was folding her clothes when Trey came in a
few minutes later his cell phone in hand.

“
Mom's on the phone,” he
said. “She wants to talk to you.”

Oh dear God!

Had he called his mother to complain about my
requested abstinence until we marry? I took the phone, giving him
an obvious glare in the process.

“
Hello,” I greeted
tentatively.

“
Hi there, Tylar,” Susan
gushed, “How's my grandbaby doing? I bet she's grown a foot since
Grandma left her,” she whined. I had to smile.

“
Not quite,” I replied, “but
it does seem as if she changes just a little bit every
day.”

“
Well, sweetie, I won’t keep
you. I just wanted to finalize some of the arrangements as far as
the music and caterers we’ve lined up. Do you have just a few
minutes?”

“
Of course,” I answered,
relieved Trey hadn't complained to her about my latest request. I
should've known he wouldn’t run to Mommy. What had I been
thinking?

Susan and I discussed the arrangements with
respect to the music and food. I'd absolutely put my foot down with
having a huge extravagant wedding since in fact the bride’s parents
were supposed to foot the bill and that was a moot point for me.
Trey and I insisted on covering the expense of it even though Clive
and Susan wanted to do it. The other reason was that I simply had
no family to invite. We'd decided on close family and friends. Gina
and Denise would be my attendants; Tristan was Trey’s best man; Ray
was his groomsman.

The wedding would be held over at the ‘Belle
on the grounds of the mansion. The reception would be held close by
in the area that was under roof just for occasions such as that. We
were going to have a formal sit down dinner, with a live band that
Ian had selected for us.

Our ceremony was to be a sunset wedding so
that the heat of July would've cooled down somewhat. Our vows would
be exchanged on the enormous front porch of the mansion, while
guest seating would be on the front lawn of the estate. Susan had
arranged for the flowers and landscaping. She allowed no arguments
there.

Clive and Tess would be attending, now that
his divorce was final from Caroline. Thank God there would be no
Caroline or Landon to deal with. I was secretly glad that Tess
would be in attendance witnessing Trey’s declaration of love and
commitment to me. Susan and I'd wrapped up the details when she
sprung a question that caught me a bit off guard.

“
Is everything alright
between you and Trey, sweetie?”

Where the hell did that come from?

I stammered a bit, not sure what she already
knew or what she simply suspected from talking to Trey and then
me.