Why?

II

Waking up early had become the norm for me after becoming a mother, and it was to the gentle applause of swaying trees behind my window, and the warmth of the spring sun against my cheek that I was roused that morning. Slipping on my silk robe over my naked form, I went to check on my daughter. She was slowly gathering consciousness as I opened her curtains and searched her drawers for an outfit. She giggled as I reached to  pull her into my arms, kissing her before I placed her onto her changing mat where
removed her bedclothes, changed her nappy, and dressed her in a cute blue dress that matched her eyes. I chatted to her as I brought her downstairs to sit in her high chair while I prepared breakfast, fruit porridge for her & fruit smoothie for me- I had baby weight to lose still. As we tucked in, I heard the front door slam.
"It's me!" Assured the voice of my assistant, Karen. "Just collecting the mail. Not much...As we'd imagine."
"Thanks," I said in my rough, morning voice as she placed the single letter on the granite island.
"Good morning Hannah, my little princess!" She cooed over her as I smiled.
"Oh Steph you're so lucky to have such a sweet little girl." I agreed and directed her to the freshly brewed coffee.
"Your mom called earlier, she's planning to visit again."
"That's great, I'll call her back after I've showered." I finished my bowl and place sit in the sink. "You don't mind watching her do you?" I said as I picked up Hannah, placing her in her playpen.
"Don't be silly, I'm your assistant, go shower." I made my way back upstairs, undressed, and flicked on my en suite shower, making sure it was piping hot before I stepped in. The dizzying heat was a comfort to me, playing down my anxious thoughts. I squirted shower gel onto my body, lathering it over my body in indulgent quantities. Looking at myself in the mirrored panel I began to feel a hunger inside. It had been such a long time since...I unhooked the shower from its stand, and held it against my leg as I lowered myself into a sitting position against the wall. I threw my head back with a restrained moan as I rested the nozzle between my thighs. I dug my nails into my own flesh as the sensations I had seldom felt in the past year or so, overwhelmed me. It was over as fast as it had begun, and tears of pleasure mingled with loss danced down my face with the condensation as I caught my breath. I placed the shower back in it's place, and exited after tending to my hair. "Shit." I whined as the hair dryer refused to turn on,  I'd have to remind Karen to fetch me a new one. I stood before the annoyingly large mirror above the sink, my body shielded with a towel, my bare face framed by my straggly, damp hair. When did I get so old?