Baby Love Lite (9 page)

Preston Michaela Sinclair

Beloved Daughter of Tylar & Trey

Rest In Peace Our Little Angel

I felt the scream rise up in my throat. The
next thing I heard was it echoing across the cemetery. It was a
plaintive wail. The sound of it made my own skin crawl. My baby was
gone . . . my precious angel was gone forever. I'd failed to
protect her. My screams went on and on. I saw no reason to stop
screaming. I wanted to die screaming.

“
Tylar!”

Someone was yelling my name. I felt a hand
slapping me across my face. It stung like hell. I felt the tears
rushing down my cheeks. A light flickered on overhead. My eyes
immediately squeezed shut tightly to shield the light from them. My
pulse slowed. I became aware that I was no longer belly-crawling
through a cemetery but was in fact in my bed. Trey was looking down
at me his eyes wide with alarm and fear.

“
Trey,” I gasped. “Where's
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'd 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'd 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'd become ungrounded with the fear that something
unexpected was threatening our family bonds.

“
Are you ready, baby? Are
you ready to come for me?”

I loved his sweet voice; I loved the way that
Trey loved me and made love to me. I loved the way that Trey fucked
me when he knew that fucking 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'd no point of reference on that. I'd 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's all that I
could ever hope for. I knew that no matter what, I'd 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 one another 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; 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 he'd just said to me.
Not the part about loving me - he told me that 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're
always with me,” I said, hoping that this somehow satisfied his
need to be let in.

He 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. "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'd 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 a while 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. I
really do think it would do you some good to be away from the baby
a little bit. You need to know there's nothing at all to be
frightened about, okay?”

Trey really didn't 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 wasn't 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.

“
I think that's a great
idea," I lied, But aren’t your parents in Europe right
now?”

He raised my hand to his lips, lightly
brushing them against it; his eyes never strayed from mine. “I
talked to my mother earlier this evening; she'd absolutely love
cutting their trip short in order to spend some time with us, as
long as you're okay with it.”

“
Well of course I am,” I
lied. “Preston needs some quality time with Grandma and you're
probably right. I need to spend some quality time outside of this
apartment and focusing on things other than the baby.”

Trey pulled me to him, embracing me within
his strong arms as I tried to swallow the lump of fear that was
lodged within my throat.

When I awoke Preston was nuzzled against me.
She must've awakened during the night. This seemed to be an every
night occurrence nowadays. Trey must've brought her to me like
always since he'd banished her from our bedroom. That was his sole
contribution to her feeding these days.

Her head was bobbing as she gently nursed
from me. It was odd that I hadn’t felt her latch on, but sometimes
she nursed more gently than other times. I looked at the clock on
our night stand. Shit! I needed to get up and be out and about on
my business for the day. It seemed like all she ever wanted to do
was eat! I pulled her from my breast so that I could rise up off of
my side into a sitting position. Her milk sopped mouth quivered
with unhappiness. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and
wiped the sleep from my eyes still cradling her in my free arm.

She started fussing immediately, kicking her
chubby legs up in the air in anger, catching me in the face with
her foot. Shit! That hurt! I wasn't in the mood for one of her
notorious hissy fits at the moment that was for sure. I laid her
down across the bed, and rubbed my temples. My head was pounding.
Preston had seemed to turn into one fussy, demanding baby
overnight. Right now, she was into full blown wailing. I was
grinding my teeth in stress.

I'd had enough. Fuck breast-feeding; screw
motherhood! It seemed like I'd lived with this baby attached to one
of my tits for the last several months. She'd sucked the life out
of me. Her wailing was quickly grating on my nerves like
fingernails raking down a chalkboard. I looked at her as she
writhed and squirmed on the bed, her face scrunched up and red with
anger. Her hands were clenched up in little fists.

Something drove me to suddenly raise my hand
back and slap it firmly against her cheek. I was desperate for
something - anything to make her shut the fuck up. I just couldn’t
handle it any longer!

The feel of my skin slapping harshly against
her soft, baby skin was new to me. It stunned her I could tell.

Her large blue eyes widened in surprise as
she looked at me, crushed. I'd left a red hand print on her cheek.
Perhaps it was time for her to realize that in life you don’t
always get what you want when you want it.

She wailed in response to the slap. Large
droplets of tears streaked paths down her cheeks. Good God; Trey
would probably be racing in here now to see what the hell was going
on. He hovered over me constantly these days. I finally picked her
up off of the bed to change her diaper and get her ready so I
wouldn't be delayed in getting my start for the day. She was still
sobbing and crying when I placed her on the changing table in her
room and removed her soaked diaper; she was sucking on her
fist.

I clasped my hand around her ankles, raising
her butt up in the air so that I could put a clean diaper
underneath it with my free hand. She continued to whimper and pull
her legs back from me. God, I was so not in the mood for this
today. I finally allowed her to succeed in freeing her legs from my
grasp. She was kicking and sobbing. Her little arms reached up to
me. She wanted me to pick her up; she still wanted the tit.

I flipped her over onto her belly, which now
provided me full access to her bare bottom. I smacked my open hand
against the bare flesh of her butt again and again. Listening to
the sound of my skin slapping her skin reminded me of the sounds
that I'd often heard as far back as I could remember. Sometimes
pain followed the sound; other times only a feeling of fear and
disgust. I looked down at the baby as my thoughts drifted back to
the present. Her bottom was crimson red from my smacks. By this
time she was shrieking in pain; her chubby legs were squirming
against the pad of her changing table trying to scoot away out of
my reach. She was scared of me.

There, there now. . . Perhaps I'd slapped
that fucking rash right off of her butt. Trey wouldn't have a
reason to bitch at me about it anymore! He couldn't accuse me of
being a negligent mother. She continued kicking and screaming on
her changing table. Fuck it! If she wanted to lay there diaper-less
and pitch a fit so be it. I was going to get dressed.

I left her on the changing table in her
room, and made a hasty retreat back to the master suite so that I
could find something to wear in my closet. I searched for something
sexy to wear. I wanted to look and feel sexy again, not like some
wet-nurse with tits hanging down to the knees. I found a pair of
tight jeans in my closet and pulled them up over my still slim hips
and flat stomach. I rummaged through my closet drawers and found a
sexy black top with a built in push-up bra. With my larger breasts
it, revealed a whole lot of cleavage.

This would be perfect to wear out to the
construction site this afternoon. I had to meet with the contractor
about the flooring in the main hallway and he was ten shades of
sexy. I'd noticed how he'd watched me whenever I went out to the
site as long as Trey wasn't with me.

Once dressed, I scooted into the bathroom to
put my make-up on and fix my hair. As I looked up into the mirror
over the sink I was startled to see the face of my mother looking
back at me from the reflection. I looked around the bathroom to see
where she was lurking.

What the . . .?

I turned back to the mirror and blinked my
eyes several times before I realized that the reflection in the
mirror was me - but I now looked just like my MOTHER!

Just then I heard the muffled sound of glass
shattering. It had come from down the hallway. It sounded like it
came from Preston’s room. Damn! What had the little shit gotten
into now? I couldn’t recall whether I'd locked the rails up on the
side of her changing table before I'd left her room. I hurried down
the hallway to her room. I gasped as I looked over at her changing
table and saw that it was empty. My gaze lowered to the carpeted
floor beneath the changing table. She'd fallen from the table onto
the floor. She'd broken into hundreds of pieces like a china
doll.

Trey appeared next to me in the doorway. He
was going to hate me for what I'd done. I turned to him sobbing and
crying. A smile was plastered on his face as if he were a statue
that had no other expression other than the one he currently
wore.

“
I’m sorry, Trey! I didn’t
mean to leave her on the changing table. Please, please - help me
put her back together again!” I was on my knees, trying to gather
up the broken pieces of Preston. Trey continued to stand there like
a statue not bothering to help me.