Baby Love (2 page)

              The poor girl kept twisting her hair and running her hands through it like she was uncomfortable having to talk without a script.  Clearly she was out of her comfort zone.

              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.

              “Trey," I said laughing, maneuvering myself around him, "Could you hold the towel so that I can get her wrapped up in it?  I’m going to need to change my shirt before Gina gets here.”

              “Sure baby,” he answered, pulling the towel from my shoulder and coming around next to me. 

              I lifted Preston from the warm bath her little legs were kicking water onto both of us. Trey placed the towel behind her, wrapping it over each side of her as I lifted one hand and then the other so we could properly swaddle her.  He was becoming an expert at this. 

              Bundled up, I drew the baby against me as I leaned into Trey in order to kiss him properly.  He enfolded both of us into his strong arms. Our lips met in a long, leisurely kiss.  I missed him when he was at work all day.  It had been different when I was working at the firm with him.  Even though our relationship didn’t officially exist there, we would still see each other in passing and occasionally for lunch.

              Preston was squirming against me; I could feel her rooting for my breast.  I pulled back from Trey, lifting my shirt up to give her access to what she wanted.  I kissed him again loving the feel of his lips on mine. 

              "Mmmm," I sighed wanting more.

         Preston's loud sucking finally broke the quiet, intimate moment.  Trey chuckled as he broke away.  He leaned down and kissed the top of her head and greeted her.  He had nicknamed her ‘Bobbin’ because of the way her head bobbed as a newborn.

              I glanced at the clock.  Shit, I only had ten minutes before Gina would be here.  I asked Trey to warm up one of the bottles in the fridge that I had prepared with the help of my breast pump so that he could finish feeding her while I changed tops.  In less than a minute, our daughter was safely ensconced in her father’s arms finishing her dinner while I went back to our room to change.

              Trey would have to dress her when she finished eating.  He was still a bit nervous about that part thinking she would break.  I had assured him numerous times that she would not.

              Once I had pulled a clean tee shirt on, I gathered up my gym bag, along with a disposable diaper, cotton nightgown, booties and a light receiving blanket for Preston.

              Back in the living room the doorman buzzed that Gina was on her way up.  I placed the receiving blanket over Trey’s left shoulder so that when he burped the baby his Armani jacket would be protected. 

              He was cooing to Preston as he cradled her and continued to bottle-feed.  Her large blue eyes were watching him in awe.

              (
Just like mommy loved watching him.)

             
Her tiny little fingers were clutching and tugging at his long slender ones wrapped around the bottle.  My heart swelled watching father and daughter bond.  I decided it was good to use the breast pump to allow Trey to share in her feeding as well.  It made me feel less guilty about leaving her.

              I let Gina in and she immediately wanted to hold  Preston before we left for Pilates.  Trey grudgingly pulled the bottle away from her, carefully cradling her head as Gina bent to take her from him.  Gina rocked her within her arms, swaying her back and forth while talking to her.

              “Who is the prettiest baby in Atlanta, huh Preston?  Is it you?  Is it you? Aunt Gina thinks it is.  Aunt Gina thinks Preston is the most beautiful baby girl in the whole world.”               

              It amused me how otherwise perfectly sane adults would babble like idiots when a baby was around.  Not that I was immune to the same type of behavior.

              While Gina was busy rocking and cradling Preston, I decided to fill Trey in on my pre-departure instructions.

       “Trey your dinner is warming in the oven.  Please diaper and dress the baby as soon as Gina hands her back?”

       “Yes Tylar,” he replied acting like an exasperated husband, but smiling.

       “Okay.  Now her swing is in your study so if you have work to do, please keep her in there with you?” 

              He nodded affirmatively.

       “But if you’re going to watch television, move it out here."

       “I think I can handle that Tylar.  We did just fine last week remember?”

      “Well except for the mustard explosion on our duvet I guess so.”

      “The what?” Gina asked, rocking back and forth with Preston. 

              Trey groaned knowing that I delighted in sharing this story with whoever cared to listen.

      “Well Trey thought it would be good for Preston to lay on our bed next to him while he channel surfed so that she could thoroughly dry from her bath.  He hadn’t even diapered her yet.  Unfortunately he became so engrossed in watching something on ESPN that he forgot about it until he heard the unmistakable sound of our daughter passing gas.  When he looked down to check, he saw that she had passed much more than gas on our lovely new duvet.”

     “Oh no!” Gina laughed hysterically.

     “Oh yes,” I said, nodding my head. 

     “Breastfed baby poop is the color of mustard.  You can imagine how that looked on our new wheat-colored duvet.”

     “Way to go counselor,” she teased. 

              Trey rolled his eyes at her.  I gave Trey a kiss grabbing my gym bag.

     “I should be back before 9:30,” I said.  “You two have a good time.” 

              Gina raised Preston up to her face, giving her a kiss on her dimpled cheek.

     “Look guys – she’s smiling at me!” 

      (
Uh oh)

      Gina relinquished Preston to Trey, who lifted her and placed her gently against his right shoulder just as she projectile spit-up all over the lapel of his Armani suit jacket.