Nouveau

Chapter 62: Sumn Real

"As above, so below. As within, so without." -7

Tremaine

Crying...

He tossed over in sleep.

She was crying.

Tremaine groaned realizing it was his turn to get up. Blinking vision clear,  his upright posture in the dark room was one of alert. He carefully eased both feet to the floor. Using the pressure from each palm to press into the bed. It was to even out the distribution of weight and prevent his love from waking up. They had just laid down not even an hour ago while she seemed worn out from maternal duties.

Miniature screams would cover the room in seconds if he didn't hurry. Tremaine proudly walked over to the bassinet and smiled as he soothed away tiny cries.

Their daughter.

A perfect blend of the two of them. High cheek bones, a head full of deep dark and fine hair, light brown orbs, and the softest skin that gave off the lightest hue of melanin. Tremaine checked the pamper for any sign of wetness. Trying his best to keep the little one distracted by placing a finger in one of her tiny hands. Finally able to quiet the infant down, the baby kicked and started up a new cry from impatience when he didn't pick her up.

"Dramatic," Tremaine laughed. Just like her damn mama.

The infant's cries turned into hiccuped coo's as Tremaine encouraged the baby quiet, simultaneously cradling her in his right arm. The action would last just long enough to grab the blanket off the edge of the sleeper. He prayed silently that it was the pink one while fumbling in the dark. She'd have a damn fit if it wasn't. Tremaine didn't care how small she seemed, his daughter knew the difference.

The clock read 12:12 AM as the newborn laid against his chest, "It ain't time for you to eat yet. You got like two more hours."

One hand was used to gently pat against the infant's spine and Tremaine hummed a tune for her to fall back asleep. The infant's head was covered in soft kisses and he couldn't cease the gratefulness that swelled inside his heart. With pacing added to the the palliative gestures used to settle down the tiny baby, her small outbursts of gurgling caused his love to stir in her sleep. Must've been that extra telepathic sense every mother used when concerning their child. "We gotta help mommy out," Tremaine quietly whispered against the newborn's hair. "Let her get some sleep too."

The mother's jet black curls veiled part of her face from soft light peering through the master's  balcony curtains. Tremaine's gaze was observant as he soothed their newborn. He took in an eye full long enough for him to appreciate the result of his works. Mommy's fuller figure in his t-shirt couldn't be contained underneath their comforter. Her hips looked to have spread while thighs took on a life of their own. He noted that her breast were one or two cup sizes bigger with the accentuated curve in her backside leaving him feeling blessed with her flattening waistline.

He shook his head...

Giving his daughter a brother or sister wasn't going to take too much longer. The baby's small smacks brought him back to reality. The newborn had finally mellowed, but those brown orbs weren't interested in sleeping. It was amazing to see how she figured out a way to smack her lips against her little fist, but the sweet noises she made caused Tremaine to smile. She was hungry.

"If Daddy feed you, you gotta promise not to tell Mommy. That's how we got in trouble last time."

The little one kept steady at her own fist, blinking up in confirmation.