Brie leaned her head against the back of the sofa.
The soft cushions were soothing against her tired
body. It had been a long and very exhausting day.
Jasmine was especially cranky today because she was
Nothing she did seemed to work. Desperate, Brie
had searched the Internet for teething tips and
tried them. There was some respite but as soon
as Jasmine woke up, the fretful crying began again.
Holding the wailing child in her arms, she called her
husband, Gabe and begged him to take home Infant’s
It seemed to take forever for relief for both mother and
child to come but soon, the sound of the key turning in
the lock was music to her ears. She went into the foyer
and as soon as Gabe stepped through the door, she
asked, “Where’s the Advil?”
He glanced down at the crying child and putting down
the briefcase, he took her in his arms, trying to soothe
her. “It’s in the right pocket of my jacket.”
Eagerly, she reached into his pocket and took out the
life-saver, her fingers, gripping the package tightly.
“Thank you, Honey,” she said. “It will help with the
Gabe’s eyes shot up to her face, alarmed. “She has
fever?” He felt her little face and it felt a bit warm.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” Brie assured him. “They
said that sometimes a low grain fever can develop
with teething. The Advil will relieve it and the pain.
I’ve been rubbing her gums with my finger and trying
other ways to relieve the pain.”
Gabe’s features relaxed. “Okay, I’ll hold her while you
give her the Advil.”
After Brie gave Jasmine the Advil, she took her from Gabe
and went over to the sofa. She sat down and gently rocked
her. While Gabe removed his jacket and shoes. He went
into the living-room and leaning over, he kissed Brie
on the shoulder.
“Once the baby is asleep, we can have dinner,” she said.
“All right,” he said. “I’ll be in the study.” He turned and
Alone with Jasmine who was looking up at her with
big hazel eyes, a tired smile tugged at her lips. What
a beautiful baby she was. It had been a text-book
pregnancy. No morning sickness and a short labor.
She remembered how Gabe had held her hand as
she went into labor, encouraging her to do the
breathing exercises she had learned in the
Prenatal classes and the expression on his face
when he held Jasmine for the first time. The love
she saw there had brought tears to her eyes.
He had reached over and kissed her, his own eyes
moist. “Brie, you are my first love and Jasmine is
my second,” he murmured huskily when he drew
back to look at her. “I called her Jasmine because
she’s a gift from God.”
“Yes, you are a gift from God,” Brie whispered now
as she watch those big, beautiful and innocent eyes
close, the long lashes brushing against the chubby
cheeks. She until she was sure that Jasmine was
asleep before she slowly got up from the sofa and
tiptoed upstairs to the nursery.
After putting Jasmine down, she left the
door to the nursery slightly ajar and was
on her way down to the kitchen when she
noticed that the light in the master bedroom
Curious, she went inside and was surprised
to find Gabe standing in the bathroom stark
naked. Immediately, she felt her body respond
and she went in and closed the door behind her.
His eyes darkened when he saw the look on her
face but, he said, “Let’s take a hot shower first.”
Nodding, she got undressed and stepped into the
stall. He joined her and closed the door behind him.
The hot water beat down on them and it felt really,
really good. She stood there under its force until
Gabe turned off the faucet.
She closed her eyes as she felt his hands lathering
the soap all over her body. It was erotic and relaxing
at the same time. Then, it was her turn to slather the
soap on him. When she was done, he turned on the
faucet and they washed off.
They stepped out on to the mat and dried off. Taking her
by the hand, he led her into the bedroom and instructed
her to lie on her stomach which she did while he rubbed oil
on her. She closed her eyes and relaxed. His fingers massaged
the oil into her skin. When she turned over, he joined her on
the bed and they made love.
Two hours later, they were sitting cross-legged on the rug in
the basement, having dinner and watching a classic movie.
The baby monitor was on the coffee table—just in case.
She turned to look at him. “Thank you for turning a rough
day into a romantic night,” she said, leaning over to kiss him.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” They kissed and then she reached for her
glass of non-alcoholic wine.
Sources: Mayo Clinic; Infant’s Advil
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