Baby Love (Baby #2)(2)
My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand next to the bed. I scooted over to get it trying to make sure that I didn’t wake Preston. It was Trey.
“Hey,” I answered quietly.
“Hey you,” he said in his smooth and silky voice. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No – I’m just lying on the bed with Preston. She just finished nursing and fell asleep. I’m watching Ellen. How is your day going?"
“Well sweetie I’m going to be a little late this evening. I wanted to let you know in case you had dinner planned. We have a partners meeting at 6:00 so I probably won’t be home until close to 7:30. Is that going to screw anything up?”
“I have Pilates at 8:00 with Gina remember?”
“Shit that’s right. What time does she pick you up?”
“About 7:45.”
“Okay baby. I will do my best not to be any later than 7:30, I promise.”
“You better not be,” I warned. “You want me back in shape don’t you?”
“I think you look great just the way you are right now.”
“You’re just horny Trey,” I laughed.
“Speaking of which,” he replied.
“I see Dr. Addison next week Trey. He has to check me to make sure I’m healed before he gives you the green light.”
“Make sure he knows that my balls are blue, will you?”
I giggled at this. He was not the martyr he was making himself out to be.
“I’ve been taking care of you Mr. Sinclair,” I replied, “Quite often as a matter of fact.”
“I know baby and I love what your mouth does for me but I miss . . .”
Someone had entered Trey’s office as he left the rest of the sentence hanging. I could hear a muffled conversation.
“Sorry Tylar,” he said, “Tonya needed me to sign something. Where were we?”
“I believe you were complaining about blue balls?”
“Oh yeah, and you were telling me they are likely to get bluer?"
“Trey remember that Dr. Addison initially said six weeks. It’s only been four. He will check my stitches when I go in next week and we will take it from there."
“Will Preston be able to start sleeping in her room by then?” he asked.
(Oh God – was this the right time to discuss the ‘family bed’?)
“Well Trey, I sort of thought it might be best if she stayed in our room as long as I’m breastfeeding."
“How long do you intend to breast feed?”
“I don’t know. Some mother’s breast feed until the child reaches two years of age.”
“Are you serious?”
“Why don’t we discuss this later? I really need to get her into her bassinet and start dinner, okay?"
“I guess,” he mumbled a hint of a pout in his voice.
“So dinner will be waiting when you get in this evening. I love you, Trey.”
“Love you too.”
I could tell that Trey would not be a happy camper when I approached him about the ‘family bed’. I would have to carefully plan my strategy on that one.
I gently picked Preston up and kissed her cheeks softly. Her lashes were long and thick like Trey’s. I placed her into the bassinet and pulled the blanket up to her waist. I gazed down as she stretched and put her hand to her face, her thumb finding its place in her mouth.
She had started sucking her thumb in the hospital.
Trey had been worried that if she continued it would cause problems when her teeth came in. Her pediatrician was not worried. We had encouraged a pacifier multiple times which she had promptly spit back out in favor of her thumb.
Trey had said that she was stubborn like me. It amused me that all of the negative qualities she had exhibited so far Trey attributed to my genetic contribution.
I turned the baby monitor on and went to the kitchen to start making my special meatloaf for dinner. I switched the monitor on in there so that I could hear Preston if she awoke. I set about getting the ingredients out, deciding that I would make scalloped potatoes to go with it. Thirty minutes later both the meatloaf and potatoes were in the oven set to bake for one hour.
I went back to our bedroom and checked the baby to make sure she was still sleeping. Seeing that she was, I decided to take a quick shower.
My long, leisurely bubble baths were history for now. I got clean clothes from my closet and went into the bathroom leaving the door open to the bedroom in case she awoke. I was showered and shampooed within ten minutes.
I dressed in capri pants and a tank top to accommodate Junes' warm and muggy weather. I let my hair air dry after combing it out. I went ahead and packed my gym bag for Pilates so it would be ready when Gina arrived.
When Trey walked through the door at five minutes to seven that evening I had Preston in her plastic tub bathing her on the kitchen counter. She had learned to splash her bath water quite well with those little arms of hers; I was getting the bulk of it on my once dry clothing.
"Hi honey, just in time,” I called out as he set his briefcase down.
He came up behind and wrapped his arms around me nuzzling my neck. I got goose bumps just like always when his warm lips kissed my neck softly over and over again. I was supporting the baby’s head; a clean towel was thrown over my shoulder.