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 have awakened while I was on the phone with Susan. 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 had gone through these past several months.
The holidays had been one huge fucked-up mess after another. My roller-coaster hormonal pregnancy had not helped during all of this. He had 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 Trey?" I asked softly.
"No, I've got this," he answered. "I miss her during the day you know."
"I know sweetie."
"So what did 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 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, thoroughly washed, shampooed, shaved and moisturized, 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. He saw me standing in the doorway, dressed as I was dressed and stopped singing mid-sentence.
"Is she asleep, Trey?" 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 had not had in quite awhile. 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, Trey." I whimpered, lowering myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around him.
For some strange reason, tears were pouring down my cheeks.
(What is 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 have not been conveying that properly to you these 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 and 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 was sobbing. I think perhaps the "baby blues" I had read about in my "Now You're a Mother" 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, Tylar. 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. You are a wonderful mother. I feel like I've expected too much from you. I'm sorry, really sorry. I've been selfish, I know."
"But Trey; 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 have been something that we discussed together not just something I wanted. 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. I rolled to my side. Still naked, I didn't have to worry about pulling my gown up or down.
Trey placed her on her side next to me and helped her locate my nipple so that she could latch onto it to nurse. 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.
CHAPTER 3
Our wedding day in southern Virginia dawned sunny with surprisingly low humidity for early July. That was a blessing. 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 had 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 had gotten since Preston had been born.
Susan had insisted the baby stay in the portable crib she had purchased and set up in her and Clive's suite last night. 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 had 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 felt so blessed.
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 had 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.
Becky was handling the seating arrangements for both the wedding ceremony and the reception; along with the flowers, decorations and food.
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 would be gone for our brief two-day honeymoon. That was the longest I was willing to be apart from my daughter right now.
I had received a 'hands-free' electric breast pump from Gina at the baby shower she had hosted for me. It was top of the line naturally, but it allowed me to read, watch television or surf the internet while pumping. Right now I was in need of Preston. I needed her close to me, I could pump later.