“It is,” I said and kissed Drake on the lips briefly. “How about next week? They’re probably all booked up this weekend, but Drake could probably get us in next weekend if he calls.”
“Sounds perfect. Come by this weekend if you have time and see your old man. We’d love to see Sophie and you two.”
“I’ll talk to Drake and we’ll come by.”
“Love you, sweetie, and congratulations once again. You deserve it. I’ll talk to you later.”
“I love you too, daddy. Tell Elaine thanks. I’ll call her later.”
We both hung up and I turned to face Drake, who was smiling widely.
“You and my parents…” I said with a smile. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Drake shrugged. “Didn’t want you to be upset if they turned you down.”
I glanced at the letter once more and sighed. “I’ll call Celine on Monday.” Then I put the letter down and turned back to Drake, who was leaning back, his gaze on my face. “How can I thank you?” I said, immediately thinking of making love with him.
“You don’t have to thank me,” he said and stroked my cheek. “I should have thought about it myself, but thankfully, Elaine is on top of things.”
“She’s wonderful,” I said, shaking my head. “But I want to thank you. Tell me what I can do.”
He cracked a grin. “Well…” he said and raised his eyebrows. “A nice hot bath and massage might be in order. I haven’t seen my little slave girl for quite a while…”
“This one would love to provide her Master with a bath and massage,” I said, dropping my eyes and trying my best to look demure and submissive.
When I snuck a glance, he was smiling, his eyes narrow. “Going to be pretty tough for you to fall into submissive mode after all this time,” he said softly.
“This one definitely needs practice,” I said, and tugged at his tie, not meeting his eyes. “If it would please her Master, she’d love to go and run a warm bath. Then, she could undress him and bathe him, if it pleased him.”
“It would please me very much,” he said, his voice thick.
Then, he reached out and squeezed one of my breasts, which was hard and full of milk. “How close are you to feeding Sophie again?”
“Oh, damn,” I said and frowned, realizing that Sophie had been asleep for more than an hour and would need to be fed first. “I should wake her up and feed her first. But then she’ll be awake until bedtime.” I looked in Drake’s eyes. “Can you wait until then?”
“Of course,” he said. “I’d wait forever for you.”
“Luckily, you don’t have to wait forever. Only until after nine.”
I leaned forward and kissed him. He pulled me against his chest, one of his hands still squeezing my breast, the other tangled in my hair. His kiss was warm and deep, and I melted against him, wishing we could have made love then and there. When I pulled back, I smiled.
“I better go wake her up now or else she won’t be tired until late.”
“Let’s go get her,” he said and nodded. “I’ll hold her while you get ready. I haven’t seen her since this morning.”
I stood and went to her room, which was dim, the curtains closed. It was nice and cool in her room and she was asleep on her stomach, her little butt in the air. She looked so cute like that. I stood over her crib and stared at her, thankful that I had such a beautiful little child.
I felt Drake join me, standing next to me at the crib. “It’s a shame to wake her when she’s sleeping so nicely,” he whispered. “Here, let me get her.” He leaned over the bed and pulled back the blanket. Then, he picked her up and kissed her cheek before holding her in his arms. She woke up and stretched, arching her back. Drake was quick to slip her pacifier into her mouth and she sucked on it happily.
“Hi, sweetie,” he said and kissed her cheek once more. She smiled, her pacifier almost falling out of her mouth. Almost seven months old, she was getting so accomplished physically. When she saw me, she smiled as well. She was such an easy baby, always smiling and happy when she woke up from her naps. From what my mother used to tell me, I had colic and was a hell-raiser from birth. Sophie must have inherited her temperament from her father, for it seemed he had been a placid baby, and had always been self-soothing.
“Do you want to feed her in here or in the living room?” Drake asked. “I can start supper.”
“The living room,” I said and followed Drake down the stairs to the living room. I sat down on the sofa and removed one of my breast pads, pulling open my nursing blouse to expose one of my breasts. Drake handed Sophie to me and in no time, she was on the breast and eagerly nursing.
“What do you have in mind for supper?” Drake asked as he watched us.
“There’s leftover pasta,” I said. “You could make a fresh salad.”