CHAPTER 2
I checked on Preston who was sleeping peacefully in her crib when I went upstairs. Jean had retired to her apartment for the night. I gave my baby girl a soft kiss on her check and pulled her blanket up around her. She was getting so big; growing up so fast. She was excited about the prospect of having a new baby brother or sister. Jean and I made sure we kept explaining about why Mommy's tummy was getting big. She liked to put her hand on my stomach and feel the baby kick.
I had stopped breast feeding Preston right before she turned a year old. Trey had insisted. He didn't think it looked right for a pregnant woman to be breast-feeding another child. He said it looked 'hill-jack' whatever that meant.
I ran a warm bath and got clean pajamas out. My long soak in the tub felt wonderful. I washed my hair and shaved my legs. Trey was right. I worried too much. I knew that he would be there when the time came. My hormones were making me overly emotional again.
I slipped under the clean, warm sheets of our bed. I looked at the clock. It had been an hour and twenty minutes. I was so looking forward to my back rub. The baby was relatively quiet now. The past few days he (or she) had been doing gymnastics within the confines of my uterus - at least it felt that way. Tonight it was very calm. I would probably sleep much better.
I drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I felt Trey beside me in bed. He smelled fresh from the shower. I could feel his damp hair as he lowered his face to mine, capturing my lips with his own. He kissed me softly, the passion building.
(What about my back rub?)
"Mmm-Trey," I started, "What about?"
"Hush baby," he whispered, "I need to be inside of you; it's been so long, Tylar."
I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not; but it seemed like Trey was always horny after a late work night with Amber. It was difficult to tell though because we hadn’t been having sex on a regular basis for quite a while. I just never felt good. I knew that Trey was getting tired of my excuses. There was no way I was going to make an excuse tonight. As much as I wanted to simply forego the back rub in favor of him allowing me to roll back over and go to sleep without having sex, I knew it would not bode well. It wasn't his fault I was never in the mood.
(Whatever, I suppose.)
I laced my arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. He lips and tongue hungrily devoured me. His breathing was already getting faster. Perhaps it wouldn't last too long tonight.
I lay on my back; my eyes had adjusted to the darkness of our room. It was if I was someone else watching a bad porn film. Trey was doing all of those things to me that I used to love. His lips and tongue were doing magical things to my breasts and below. His fingers were gently probing the folds of my sex; I felt myself get wet for him. My body was responding; why wasn't I?
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"Mmmm - oh yeah, Trey."
"Tell me what you want, Tylar?"
(To roll over on my side and go to sleep; to not be so tired and sick all of the time . . .)
"I want you, Trey; I want you inside of me right now."
He lifted his weight up and off of me; his hand gently guided his manhood into me. He flexed in and out of me a couple of times. I felt myself get even wetter.
"Ummm, Tylar - you feel so good. I've missed this so much baby."
(What the hell is wrong with me? This is my husband. This is who I love. Why do I feel like a corpse?)
I felt a tear run down my cheek; and then another. Trey was busy, rocking in and out of me. He didn't notice.
I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I needed to feel something different than what I was feeling now.
Trey was moaning; his pace and rhythm had picked up. I tried to meet his thrusts but at this point, I wasn't sure if he would even notice. He was almost there. . .
"Ummm. . . oh yeah," he groaned as I felt him stiffen; followed by the familiar throbbing as he emptied his climax into me.
He rolled over onto his back; he threw his arm over his forehead. He was winding down; his breathing normalized.
"I love you Trey."
"I love you too, baby."
Several minutes later I heard his deep, even breathing. He was asleep. I turned on my side, hugging my pillow in my arms against me and wept softly until I finally fell back to sleep.
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When I awoke the next morning the sun was streaming in through our bedroom window. Trey was already up and gone for the day. I didn't believe that I had slept through his morning ritual. My back ached something fierce. It would have been nice if I had gotten that back rub I was promised. I looked at the clock on the nightstand.
(Holy shit! It was 10:32 a.m.)
My cheeks felt flushed. I sat up quickly. I needed to get going and get to the hospital to see Gina and the baby. Wow - I felt dizzy. Maybe I needed to lay back down just for a bit. I sank back down into the pillows and pulled the blankets up under my chin. I was shivering now.
When I awoke again I couldn't read what the clock on the nightstand said. My vision was all blurry. I put my hand up to my face; my forehead and cheeks were damp with perspiration. What the hell was going on?
I forced myself to throw my legs over the side of the bed. I really needed to use the bathroom. My nightgown was soaked. I must've peed the bed. I definitely had a fever going. That is when I looked down and saw the blood all over the sheets from where I had been lying.
I heard myself scream for Jean - over and over again. I heard the bedroom door open. Everything after that went black.