Baby Love(18)

Trey was looking down at me his eyes wide with alarm and fear.

"Trey," I gasped. "Where is Preston?"

"She's in her bed in her room," he stated.

I quickly threw the covers back and launched myself out of our bed making a mad dash for her room. I flicked the overhead lights on once I was there and crept up quietly to her crib. I watched as her swaddled little body slept, noting the rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed life.

Trey was right behind me in the doorway. The look of alarm was apparent on his face. Did he think that I would do anything to hurt my baby?

He stood in the doorway, watching me as I leaned over the rails of her crib and gently lifted her up, placing her gently against me. I kissed the top of her head over and over again. My tears were still flowing. She squirmed against me, yawning and stretching in my arms as I cradled her and rocked her gently.

I took a seat in the nearby rocker, lowering my nightgown to expose a breast as I cuddled her next to me. She latched onto my breast within seconds, gently sucking and kneading them in contentment. I loved her so much. I didn't know how long I sat there rocking my beautiful baby girl before I felt Trey lift her from my arms and place her back into her crib, drawing a blanket up to her waist and turning her overhead light out.

He came to me holding his hand out to help me from the rocker and gently led me back to our bed. I crawled beneath the comforter, snuggling up against him as he found his place beside me. I felt Trey's hands against me, removing my nightgown, lowering my panties as his hands urgently plied my womanhood.

I grew wet for him as I always did; pressing my body up against him hungry for a release that I knew only he could give me.

Trey wasted no time on foreplay. Our coupling now required no foreplay. It was simply one of need and fulfillment. We had lost our connection for a brief period of time and we both needed it back.

He was hovering over me now, his throbbing manhood poised above me, waiting for entrance. I opened my body and my heart for him as he plunged within me again and again. I felt pleasure and pain at the same time; I deserved both. I loved my husband and I loved my daughter more than anything else on earth. For some reason I had become ungrounded with the fear that something unexpected was threatening our family bonds.

"Are you ready baby? Are you ready to come for Trey?"

I loved his sweet voice; I loved the way that Trey loved me and made love to me. I loved the way that Trey f*cked me when he knew that f*cking was what I needed.

"I'm ready baby," I breathed, grabbing his tight ass and pulling it in towards me.

He was mine for now. I wasn't sure about forever because I had no point of reference on that. I had known plenty of people that had promised forever but it had just never come to be. For now he was mine. This was mine. Perhaps that is all that I could ever hope for.

I knew that no matter what, I would do everything within my power to protect Preston with my last dying breath.

Trey came with a vengeance at that moment and so did I. We screamed in pleasure, calling out each other's names in passion and in love. We clung to each other out of love and need. He was my rock just as I was his. Preston was the bond between us that would never break. She was his gift to me and my gift to him. She was the better of us both and we knew it. She was the result of our perfect coupling.

Trey collapsed beside me; he was spent, his breath ragged and shallow as he relaxed from our lovemaking.

"Tylar, I love you so much," he breathed, kissing my face, my neck and my lips warmly.

"Please let me in."

I was puzzled by what Trey had just said to me. Not the part about loving me - he told me that quite often. I was puzzled about his final comment about letting him in.

I pulled back from him, searching his face in the semi-darkness of the room looking for a hint.

"Trey, I love you," I whispered against his chest as my face lowered to him.

"You are always with me," I said, hoping that this somehow satisfied his need to be let in.

Trey perched himself up on his elbow, taking his hand and gently brushing my hair back off of my face. He leaned towards me and brushed his lips against mine gently.

"Tylar," he said gently, "How would you feel about my mother coming and spending some time here with us?"

"Why?" I asked tentatively.

"I just feel that maybe you need a break baby. I know that you trust Mom with Preston, and she would love to spend some time here with the baby and with us. This way, you could focus on getting the house ready for our move. Would you consider coming back to the firm for a few weeks?"

"What?" I asked confused as to how the subject of his mother coming to stay for awhile had morphed into my going back to work.

"Leah has to have some surgery. You know Harmon's office almost as well as she does. If you could help out there for me, Mom could take care of Preston and baby I really do think it would do you some good to be away from the baby a little bit. You know to make sure that you see there is nothing at all to be frightened about okay?"

Trey really did not get it. I could see that now. To argue or resist his suggestions would only reaffirm what he was already thinking which was that I was paranoid or delusional or both. I was not prepared to argue this point with him because the truth was I had no argument. I was operating solely on maternal instinct and I knew that in Trey's eyes it would never hold up in court.