Baby Love (Baby #2)(4)

“Oops,” Gina murmured, apologetically.

“Maybe I jostled her a little too much just now.”

Trey cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You think Gina?”

We scurried out of the apartment waiting until we were safely in the elevator before we cut loose with our giggling.

“The Hot Nazi is pissed at me I’ll bet,” Gina said grinning from ear to ear.

“It’s dry cleanable, no worries,” I answered.

“Seriously though, Ty. He is adorable with her I have to admit.”

“I know,” I replied warmly. “He has surpassed my expectations as a father that is for sure. I mean I knew that he would eventually get with the program, but right from the start he has been a major help with the baby.”

We were in Gina’s car on the way to the gym and she had been quiet for the past few minutes.

“Ian and I are off birth control,” she stated quietly.

“That is so great Gina! I hope you get pregnant quickly so that there isn’t too much of an age difference between our babies.”

“Wouldn’t that be so cool? I want to breast feed too. You make it look so easy Ty.”

“It is easy,” I admitted. “But more than that, it is just so special the way it makes you feel. It’s hard to describe. Did I tell you that I want to start sleep-sharing?"

“Sleep sharing? What is that exactly?”

I explained to Gina that many parents that are breastfeeding their infants are now opting to have the ‘family bed’, which is where the mother, father, and baby all sleep together. It was supposed to help with total family bonding as well as benefit the infant promoting security and self-confidence.

“So the Hot Nazi is down with that?”

“Well actually I haven’t discussed it with Trey in any detail yet.”

“Right,” she laughed. “You be sure and let me know how that goes, alright?”

“I think Trey will be on board with it,” I lied.

“Ty – I hate to state the obvious here girlfriend, but it looks like I have to. How in the hell are you two supposed to have a sex life with a baby there in bed with you all night long?”

I flushed knowing that this would be the same argument I could expect from Trey when I approached him on it.

“Gina,” I replied patiently, “It enhances the specialness for couples as they find more creative and spontaneous times and places in their schedules to accommodate their lovemaking in private.”

I had practically memorized this verbatim from the information I had found online relative to the ‘family bed’.

“Right,” Gina replied. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here Tylar and say that there isn’t going to be any ‘family bed’ in your house as long as Trey is living there.”

She started snickering. I ignored her for the moment fairly certain that she was right.

Pilates was brutal but well worth it when I got home and weighed myself on the bathroom scale. I had lost two more pounds since last week. I had only four more pounds to go until I would be back to my pre-pregnancy weight.

Trey was in our bedroom watching something on ESPN. Preston was sleeping soundly in her bassinet next to our bed. I crawled up on the bed next to Trey.

“How did she do for you tonight?” I asked him.

“She was a perfect angel as always,” he boasted gently tugging at my ponytail to draw my face close to his. He kissed me warmly.

“I’m going to grab a shower. Want to join me?” I asked.

Trey gave me his dimpled grin. Within moments we

were soaping each other up in the shower, enjoying the

feel of our hands all over each other. We quickly towel dried ourselves then made a beeline for the bed while we had this window of opportunity before Preston would demand my attention once again.

We crawled beneath the sheets still damp from our shower. Trey was on his back, his arm crooked beneath his head, watching me as I traced his nipple with my tongue. I continued on a southward path down his taut belly and below.

My hands caressed his hips and massaged his firm ass. I parted his thighs and crawled between his legs and knelt, bending over to allow my damp hair to caress his belly while I took his manhood into my mouth. I gently flicked my tongue along the growing length of it.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I brought his erection to fullness.

I went up and down on him, rocking back and forth to take his full length into my mouth. My tongue swirled hungrily around and around the head, tasting his clear fluid as his hips gyrated with pleasure.

My fingers massaged his scrotum gently; my fingernails traced the seam to his sensitive perineum. I applied pressure to several spots there. I could tell my massaging was bringing considerable pleasure to him. He moaned each time I increased the pressure in a different area.

“Oh baby,” he rasped, “Are you ready for some protein?”

His hips were thrusting faster and harder now. I moaned loving the taste of him; hungry for the warm, salty protein he was about to give me. I sucked harder now; working my mouth to bring him his pleasured release.

Just then Preston started fussing from her bassinet. I could hear her sucking loudly on her fingers. She was hungry and it was right on schedule. I tried to increase my rhythm on Trey, going up and down on him faster. He had slowed his thrusting, distracted by the