Baby Love(66)

"No," I breathed softly against his lips. "Don't stop Trey."

"I love you baby," he moaned against me, increasing his tempo as he readied for his orgasm.

"I love you Trey," I said, matching him thrust for thrust as he continued to bury himself deep inside of me. Our orgasms exploded with a fury. Trey moaned loudly, pulling me up to him as he emptied himself inside of me.

I was right there with him, whimpering in pleasure as my orgasm unfolded around him; squeezing and contracting as I was filled with his love.

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Preston was up early the next morning. It seemed as if I had just drifted off to sleep when I heard her from the nursery. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was a few minutes after seven. Damn - I had just drifted off to sleep.

Trey and I had made love over and over again last night. I had put my diaphragm in after our first session. That might serve to prove it was too little, too late. Time would tell.

"I've got it baby," he said, getting out of bed and pulling his boxers on.

"You go back to sleep. I'll take care of her this morning."

"Thank you Trey," I said.

I burrowed back down into the soft pillows pulling the duvet up under my chin and fell back to sleep.

When I awoke again it was nearly 11 a.m. I felt rested and energized; glad that my husband and I had re-connected emotionally and physically. I showered and dressed for the day in jeans and a sweater. I pulled on my Ugg boots and headed down the hall to see what my family was doing.

Trey was in the kitchen cooking something. It smelled delicious. Preston was in her high chair with a bib on that was thoroughly splattered with pureed carrots. She was chewing on a graham cracker; the soggy remnants of it were on her cheeks, chin and fingers. She smiled upon seeing me.

Hey baby," Trey greeted me as he came over and kissed me warmly.

"Are you ready to eat?"

"What are you making?"





"Homemade chicken stew," he replied proudly. "Mom gave me the recipe when we talked this morning. I've got biscuits in the oven almost ready. Sit down baby; I'll fix you a plate."

I obliged, relaxing on one of the stools at the breakfast bar watching my husband dish up some of his chicken stew. He pulled a warm biscuit from the oven and put my plate in front of me. He grabbed some silverware and a napkin placing it next to the plate. He waited for me to taste it. I took a spoonful and it was delicious.

"Wow this is great," I said, taking another spoonful.

"Aren't you having some?"

"In a second sweetie," he said, filling up our glasses with ice water.

"Did you know Preston has a tooth coming through?" he asked.

"Really? Which one?"

"One of the bottom middle teeth. I felt it when she bit my finger this morning."

"She bit your finger?"

(How in the hell did that happen?)

He smiled sheepishly.

(Did I even want to know the details?)

"I didn't have my back turned for more than thirty seconds I swear. She crawled over to the coffee table and found a pack of my breath mints. When I picked her up to wipe the drool off of her chin I could see that she had something in her mouth."

(Oh dear Lord.)

"So I tried to get my finger in her mouth but she clamped her little mouth shut tight and twisted her head away from me. She gets that stubbornness from you I think."

"Of course she does Trey. Then what happened?"

"Well I carried her into the kitchen and put her in the high chair and got a graham cracker out for her. You know she loves those things don’t you?"

(Duh….YEAH!)

I nodded and smiled waiting for him to finish the story.

"So I held it out to her just outside of her reach. When she started whining she opened her mouth and I quickly got my fingers in there and snatched the breath mint."

He paused for a moment to fill a bowl with the chicken stew for himself.

"I was nearly free and clear until she clamped down onto my finger and I felt something sharp under her gum. I ran my index finger along her bottom gum line and felt the sharp edge of a tooth coming through."

Trey was beaming with pride that he had discovered this before me or anyone else. It was actually kind of adorable.

"I want to see," I said, jumping up and going to her.

I tried to get her to open her mouth but she was busy sucking on the soggy cracker.

"I'm going to have to update her baby book," I said, smiling at my baby girl.

"Trey you never told me why you were even out last night."

He had taken his place at the table starting to eat.

"I had asked Jean to stay late the other day while she was here with Preston when you were at the club training with Gina," he replied.

That must have been why she had given me the strange look when I told her Trey would take over watching the baby once he got home from work.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he said.

"When I told Tristan about your investment he got all pumped up about it and wanted to see the place. He was really excited. He wants to talk to you about carrying his wine selections exclusively there. He will probably work out a sweet deal for both of you."

"Hmm," I replied, "So Tristan was happy about my investment, huh? Perhaps I married the wrong Sinclair."