Baby Love Lite (5 page)

“
Honey, I’m not trying to
nose into your business, but I'm a mother and I can tell that Trey
seemed a bit distracted and I'm picking up the same vibe with you.
Is there anything you want to talk about?”

“
It’s just,” I stammered,
flushing. This was the kind of thing I would've talked to my own
mom about (had she been a normal ‘mom’ type.) But this was Trey’s
mom and I wasn’t sure if confiding in her crossed some sort of
boyfriend/girlfriend line or not.

“
Honey, tell me, unless
you're not comfortable sharing it with me.”

Damn, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. The
truth was another opinion would be objective; right now,
objectivity was what I needed.

“
It’s just that my doctor
has cleared me physically to have, you know, to have ‘relations’
again.”

God, this isn’t easy!

“
Uh huh,” she said,
seemingly unaffected by the content of our discussion so
far.

“
So, anyway, I sort of
suggested to Trey that maybe it'd be kind of romantic and
traditional if we abstained until after the wedding. .
.”

“
I see,” she replied, the
amusement evident in her voice.

“
And my son wasn't pleased
with this request, I take it?”

“
Not at all,” I
replied.

“
Honey, I think this is a
very reasonable request and I totally understand the spirit in
which it was suggested. What you have to understand is that men
don’t necessarily think along the same lines that we women do. I
can’t tell you what the right thing is; I can tell you that what
you’ve requested in my opinion isn't unreasonable. It’s up to you
as to whether you can put up with his pouting for the next few
weeks. I know Trey and I’m betting in the next few days you and
he'll work something out together.”

She was right; we needed to work it out
together. Perhaps I needed to bring Trey into the fold regarding
the family bed and use that as leverage so that we could work out
some sort of a compromise. I got off of the phone with Susan
promising to email her some recent pictures of Preston. I had the
small basket of Preston’s clothes folded and headed down the hall
to put them in her room.

As I approached Trey’s study, I could hear
him talking to someone. I peered in seeing him in his swivel chair,
leaning back with Preston in his arms. He was feeding her a bottle.
She must've awakened while I was on the phone. I stopped to watch
his interaction with her as he fed her. He didn’t see me in the
hallway.

He talked to her, calling her "Bobbin". He
told her how much he loved her and what a good baby she was and
that she was Daddy’s girl. My heart was heavy with the love I had
for him. I thought about all that he'd gone through these past
several months.

The holidays had been one huge fucked-up mess
after another. My roller-coaster hormonal pregnancy hadn't helped
either. He'd spent many hours of his own time handling my affairs
with respect to my missing-in-action mother; negotiating a
settlement on the depletion of my trust; trying to uncover the
mystery behind the trustor believed to be my natural father and
handling his full-time job as a law partner and lover to me.

I loved him so much. I needed to show him
that it wasn’t always about me and what I wanted. I went into his
office. He looked up as I entered and smiled. Preston’s fingers
were wrapped around his again as she stared up at him with her big
blue eyes.

“
Do you want me to finish
feeding her?" I asked softly.

“
No, I’ve got this,” he
answered. “I miss her during the day, you know.”

“
I know,
sweetie.”

“
So, what'd Mom want to
discuss?”

“
Just some last minute stuff
with the wedding,” I replied.

“
Everything seems to be on
track. I have my final fitting on my dress tomorrow. Gina and I are
going together so I’ll take Preston with me since it’s not Jean’s
day to be here.”

“
Sounds good,” he remarked,
watching the baby with a look of love and amusement on his face as
she continued to gaze up at him draining her bottle. “Hey,” he
said, “I’ll go ahead and finish feeding her then change her for
bed. Why don’t you go ahead and get a nice leisurely bath, if you
want.”

“
Really?” I asked. “That
sounds so good at the moment.”

“
Go ahead, baby. I’ve got
this covered.”

I went over and leaned down, brushing a kiss
on his lips.

“
Thank you, Trey,” I said. I
quickly left his office, anxious to enjoy some leisure time in the
bathroom. An hour later, having emerged from an absolutely lovely
bubble bath, I dressed with care in one of my sexiest nightgowns. I
blew my hair dry, pulling it up on top of my head with a comb so
that it looked tousled and sexy. My breasts were fairly bursting
from the plunging neckline of my nightgown. I inserted my
diaphragm, coated with the spermicidal jelly
recommended.

I exited the bathroom and headed down the
hallway. Trey was in Preston’s nursery, having changed and dressed
her in pajamas. He was rocking her, singing to her softly. When he
saw me standing in the doorway, dressed as I was, he stopped
singing mid-sentence.

“
Is she asleep?” I
asked.

He stopped rocking her and held her from him
making sure that her eyes were closed. “Yep,” he answered with a
sly smile.

“
Let’s put her to bed then.
How much longer do you plan on staying up?”

“
I’m ready now,” he
breathed, his gaze burning into me like a hungry flame.

We tucked Preston into her bassinet in our
room. She immediately found her thumb without waking. I leaned
down, kissing her soft, chubby little cheek. When I straightened up
Trey was right beside me, pulling me towards him and pressing me
against him. His lips found mine, possessing them hungrily. We
devoured each other with that kiss.

I felt warm all over, craving something that
I'd not had in quite a while. He lifted me up, gently placing me on
the bed, his eyes perused me appreciatively. I watched as he pulled
the drawstring on his sweats, letting them slide down over his slim
hips and muscular thighs. He had no boxers on so his erect manhood
was in full spectacular view. He pulled his tee shirt up and over
his shoulders, tossing it to the floor. He put his knee on the bed,
leaning over and scooping me up into his embrace. His fingers
lightly touched the plunging neckline of my nightie, pulling it
lower, springing one of my breasts free so that his hand could
caress and massage it.

I watched as his head lowered taking the
nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while kneading it with his
fingertips.

“
Mmmm,” he moaned softly,
“breast milk isn’t all that bad,” he breathed, circling my erect
nipple with his tongue over and over again. He continued suckling,
then moved to free my other breast, giving it a share of his
attention.

“
I guess I’d better leave
some for Preston, huh?” he asked, giving me his crooked grin as his
mouth moved back to capture mine. I laced my arms around his neck,
pulling him down on top of me. I was greedily pushing my pelvis
against his bulging manhood.

“
Easy, easy, baby,” he
breathed, kissing my lips again and again softly. "Let’s take our
time, okay?”

Trey sat back on his haunches, pulling me up
into a sitting position, raising my arms above my head so that he
could slip my nightgown up and over my head. I hadn’t bothered with
panties so I was fully naked with him. He lifted me as he
positioned himself on his back, settling me down on him, my sex
resting against his abdomen. I could feel that I was totally wet
down there already.

His fingers plied my sex, his thumb pressing
the outside while he inserted two fingers to gently rub the inside
beneath my pubic bone. The warmth spread through me causing me to
tingle in anticipation of my release. My hands were all over him;
pulling him closer to me. I wanted him buried inside of me right
now.

“
I love you,” I whimpered,
lowering myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around
him.

For some strange reason, tears were pouring
down my cheeks.

What's this about?

Trey was kissing my lips and felt the wetness
of my tears as they rolled down my cheeks. He raised himself up,
into a sitting position, staring at me intently. “Baby, what’s
wrong?” he asked, totally confused.

“
I’m not sure. I just know
that I love you so much and maybe I've not been conveying that
properly the past several weeks. I feel like I’ve neglected you,” I
wailed.

He immediately sat up, pulling me with
him.

Great! The first time we’re cleared for sex
I fuck it up with my outrageous hormones!

I was on his lap; he had his arms wrapped
around me tightly, rocking me back and forth. I think perhaps the
“baby blues” I'd read about in my book were showing their ugly
head.

“
Sweetie, you’ve not
neglected me at all, okay? I’m so proud of what a great mother you
are to our baby; you’re going to be a fantastic wife and lover to
me, as well. This is all new to you, sweetie. I can see how much
Preston loves you; the way she can’t take her eyes off of you
whenever you’re in the room. I feel like I’ve expected too much
from you. I’m sorry, really sorry. I’ve been selfish, I
know.”

“
But I wanted this evening
to be special and now I’ve ruined it with my tears. I’m sorry I
even suggested we wait until our wedding night. That should've been
something we discussed together. Let’s get back to it,” I said,
brushing the tears from my cheeks.

“
No...No, baby. How about
just you and me cuddle for now? We just need to feel close in a
non-sexual way. I think I’ve put a lot of pressure on you these
past few weeks. I need to feel close to you but it certainly
doesn’t require sex in order for that to happen.”

Trey got up and put a pair of boxers on. He
returned to our bed. He scooped me up in his arms and cradled me.
He gently ran his fingers along my cheekbone, planting soft kisses
on my cheeks. He murmured his love for me, kissing my ear lobes,
and brushing his lips across mine gently. He pulled the sheet up
over us, wrapping his arm around me protectively as we relaxed and
drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later I awoke. I heard Preston
fussing nearby. I felt Trey rise up, leaving our bed and lifting
her out of her bassinet, talking softly and soothingly to her. He
brought her into bed with us as I rolled to my side. Trey placed
her next to me helping her locate my nipple. Within moments she was
nestled against me, sucking my breast contentedly. Preston and I
fell asleep in Trey’s protective arms, comfortably ensconced in our
family bed.

Our wedding day in southern Virginia dawned
sunny with surprisingly low humidity for early July. The ceremony
was to take place at seven in the evening at the ‘Belle.

I stretched languidly in our bed in Trey’s
suite at his parent’s house. We'd been in Bristol for two days now,
helping with the final preparations. The clock read 8:33 a.m. This
was the first full night of sleep I'd gotten since Preston had been
born. Susan had insisted the baby stay in the portable crib she'd
purchased in her and Clive’s suite. She was adamant that I be a
well-rested bride. Even Trey had been banished from the manor to
honor the tradition of not seeing his bride before the wedding. I
missed both of them. Trey had honored my request of abstaining
until our wedding night despite the fact that I'd on more than one
occasion, insisted all bets were off. As usual, his stubbornness
had won out over my whining.

I reclined back against the soft pillows,
chewing my lower lip thoughtfully. I had a wonderful soon-to-be
husband and the most beautiful and lovable baby in the whole world.
I thought back to the rehearsal dinner the previous night over at
Le Vie Belle. Gina and Ian were there; Ray and Denise; Tristan,
Nigel and Tess of course along with Clive and Susan.

We'd made a last minute change to the
ceremony. Ray would be walking me down the so-called aisle to Trey.
Denise had suggested it and I loved the idea. He was as close to a
father figure to me as anyone had ever been.

I had until early afternoon to call my own.
After that, Gina would be here ordering everyone around and
assisting me in being the most beautiful bride since her marriage
to Ian. At this point in time, I needed to rid myself of breast
milk since Susan had been bottle-feeding Preston compliments of my
breast pump. I needed to pump a supply for her bottles since Trey
and I'd be gone for our brief two-day honeymoon. That was the
longest I was willing to be apart from my daughter, right now.

I pulled my robe and slippers on and padded
down the hallway towards the master suite. Clive had evidently
already gone downstairs to start his day. Susan had Preston on top
of their bed, fastening her diaper while talking to her.

“
Good morning,” I greeted
them as I walked in. Preston immediately recognized my voice,
turning her head towards me. Her eyes watched me as I approached
the bed, her face lit up with a smile.

“
Well, good morning, Tylar,”
Susan answered. “Did you sleep well?”

“
Yes, except for missing
Trey and Preston,” I replied, scooping my freshly-diapered baby up
into my arms, holding her closely against me.

“
Well, Grandma just gave her
grandbaby a nice bath and she's ready for the big day ahead,” Susan
said, smiling.