Baby Love(13)

Trey was starting to piss me off. That was not a good thing for a couple on their wedding night I presumed.

"Trey for the last time, a family bed is not about separation anxiety. You've already told me 'no' so why are you bringing it up again?"

"It's not just that Tylar; it's about your not wanting to be away from her even for our honeymoon. We fought about that remember?"

Of course I remembered. It had only been last week for Chrissake. All I had done was mention that it might be better to take Preston with us to Tybee Island rather than have to pump my breasts five times a day for the three days prior to leaving and then 'pump and dump' eight times a day for the two days we were gone.

Trey had exploded when I had mentioned it. He made me feel like some sort of 'Mommy Dearest' control freak. It had not gone well. I had given him the 'silent treatment' for the better part of a day. In the end, he had put his foot down again on that one.

"Tylar I just think it may be something to discuss with your doctor. It could be some form of post-partum stress or depression."

"Trey I am not going to let you make me feel like some kind of nut job because I love my baby and I worry about her. Why do you think that is so abnormal?"

"I'm sorry I brought it up," he replied, raking his hand through his 'just-f*cked' hair. "It's our wedding night, baby. Let's not argue okay?"

"You started the shit," I snapped.

"Come on," he said reaching his hand down for me to take his, "Let's go shower Mrs. Sinclair."

I looked up at him seeing his warm and loving smile. I knew that he only cared and worried about me. Maybe I did have an attachment issue but it was only because I loved Preston so much. I hadn't told Trey about my recent dreams. They were the reason I didn't want to leave Preston for any length of time. . .

I smiled up at my gorgeous husband, taking his hand and letting him pull me into the bathroom where we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves in the shower.





CHAPTER 5



Trey and I had returned to the manor the next morning to pack for Tybee Island. I had been able to nurse Preston one last time before we left, getting my last "fix" with her before we left for two days. I kissed her soft checks again and again.

Our two days and two nights at Tybee were totally relaxing, romantic and sex-filled. We spent time on the beach, our honeymoon cottage included a very private beach which we thoroughly enjoyed - naked. Trey and I reconnected sexually to heights of passion I had not imagined possible. We were inseparable. I felt so connected to him once again emotionally and sexually.

Once we returned to Atlanta it was business as usual. Trey resumed his hectic schedule at work; Gina and I hung out when possible, and Preston seemed to be growing and changing on a daily basis. I celebrated my 22nd birthday with Trey and the baby at home.

Trey had once again put his foot down and said that Preston was old enough to be sleeping in the crib in her own room. He moved the baby monitor to her room and she commenced sleeping in her crib there much to my dismay.

Trey was good about hearing her through the night. He took responsibility for getting up and going to get her from her room bringing her to our bed so that she could nurse. He made sure once she had finished nursing she was carried back to her own bed and tucked in. I missed having her fall asleep with us after nursing, but Trey was concerned that one of us might inadvertently roll over onto her. He also took advantage of the fact that once I was awakened for her feedings we could squeeze some sex in right afterward.

It was the second week of August. Trey had just celebrated his 32nd birthday; Preston was a little over three months old.

Gina had called earlier that morning, asking if Preston and I wanted to join her for lunch. I suggested that she come over to the apartment and I would make lunch.

The truth was I didn't like taking the baby out in the August heat in Georgia. She had been out over the past few days while I ran errands, went shopping and drove out to our house under construction to meet with a decorator. Preston had a mild case of prickly heat on her bottom and the back of her neck. I had been putting her in cloth diapers and pretty much letting her go without a shirt trying to get it cleared up.

I bathed Preston, putting some calamine lotion and a light dusting of a cornstarch-based powder on her diaper area. She was developing her own little personality now. Like mommy, she loved her baths and loved it when I rubbed her skin with lotion.

I was putting calamine lotion on her bottom at the moment. She was smiling and gurgling; trying her best to grab her feet that were up in the air while I was putting the cloth diaper up under her bottom. My cell phone rang. I quickly raised the sides on her changing table and pulled my phone out of the pocket of my shorts.

"Mrs. Sinclair?" The voice on the other end was not familiar to me.

"Yes," I responded, "This is Tylar Sinclair."

"Mrs. Sinclair, this is Cathy, Jean Harris's daughter calling. I'm afraid there's been an accident. My mother is in intensive care. I wanted to let you know on account of she won't be coming in to work for you until further notice."

"Oh my God," I breathed. "Cathy - what happened?"

Cathy indicated that Jean had been on her way home from our apartment the previous evening. Apparently, as she got off of the bus that took her from