Sean walked into the kitchen to find Marita cuddling and kissing Sean-Michael. She was supposed to be cuddling and kissing him. Sean-Michael had come and usurped his father's place as recipient of Marita's affections. In that instance, Sean became jealous of his own baby. But he would never admit that.

"Good morning honey" Marita had looked up to see him standing in the doorway.

"Morning" he said with a touch of grouchiness in his voice.

"How'd you sleep" she asked innocently as she opened her blouse to feed Sean-Michael who was becoming fussy. She did not notice his tone because her attention was on the baby.

"How did I sleep??" SM

Sean wondered if Marita was intentionally being cruel. She should have known how he slept! She had to know how bad he wanted her last night. And she definitely knew she had fallen asleep on him.

"ROTTEN!! That's how!" SM

"Fine" he said as he became mesmerized watching Marita open her blouse.

When Sean-Michael's lips covered Marita's nipple, Sean thought he would literally burst out of his pants. His eyes became glued to that soft flesh that had given him so much delight. Now Sean-Michael stood, or rather laid, between Sean's pleasure.

"Look at him!" SM
"You're jealous!" SH
"Jealous of what?" SM
"You're jealous of your 2 month old son" SH
"No I'm not!" SM
"Yes you are" SH
"No I'm not!" SM
"Yes you are" SH
"No I'm not!" SM
"Yes you are" SH

"Do you want anything special for breakfast" Marita asked Sean without looking up from feeding Sean-Michael.

When Sean did not answer her, Marita looked up to see him staring at Sean-Michael. She smiled at him. He always enjoyed watching Sean-Michael eat.

"Sean?" she called out to him. Her eyes were smiling brightly at him.

Sean kept his eyes fixed on Marita's breast. Oh how he wished he was being nestled against her breast. How he wished he could suckled her breast. He felt himself becoming aroused as he heard in his imagination Marita's soft pleasure cries. He heard her moan his name, begging for satisfaction that only he could give her. And he began to yearn for satisfaction that only she could give him.

"Sean?" Marita called out again.

Sean shook himself from his fantasy and looked at Marita. He wanted her badly at this moment. He wanted her beneath him writhing with pleasure. He wanted to feel the erection of her sweet nipple beneath his hot tongue. He wanted to feel the tightness of her womanhood around his manhood. He wanted to feel the softness of her skin beneath his roaming hands and lips.

"Sean are you ok?" Marita asked, wondering why he was staring at her as if he were in a daze.

"I'm fine" he said as he shook his head slightly.

Marita waited for him to answer her original question and when he did not, she asked again.

"Do you want anything special for breakfast?"

"Whatever you cook is fine" he said half-heartily as his eyes went back to Marita's exposed flesh.

"Are you sure you're ok honey?" Marita asked again. Sean did have mornings when he was a little moody. But this morning he seemed distant and Marita wondered it something was bothering him.

"I'm fine" he said and shook himself mentally. He had to turn his thoughts in another direction otherwise Marita would not be safe. "You got any more blue berries? Maybe we could have blue berry pancakes."

"I'll check" Marita said as she turned her attention back to Sean-Michael.

Once Sean-Michael was finished eating, Marita covered herself then lifted him and kissed him before getting up and handing him to Sean. She walked over to the counter to start breakfast while father and son sat at the table.

Sean-Michael was grinning up at his father because he was nice and full. And he had just been showered with his mother's love. He was enjoying all the attention he got from Mama. He really liked being with her. He loved her smell, her voice, her kisses, her nose rubs. He especially loved her milk.

Sean, in his selfishness, actually thought Sean-Michael was gloating because he, not Sean, was the object of Marita's affections.

"What are you smiling at?" SM
"He's just a baby and he needs Marita" SH

Sean lifted the baby on his shoulder and began to pat him on the back while he watched Marita prepare breakfast.

"I need her too" SM
"But he needs her more right now" SH
"Well, I had her first" SM pouted
"Now you've got to learn to share" SH
"I don't like sharing. Especially Marita" SM
"You shouldn't be jealous of your son. You know that no one can take your place with Marita" SH
"I'm not jealous" SM denied
"Yes you are" SH
"I just want my wife back the way I had her before the baby" SM

Sean-Michael burped and Sean's attention was brought back to him. Sean lifted Sean-Michael off his shoulder and settled the baby in his arms. When he looked into the face of his son, Sean knew how silly it was to be jealous, even thought he still did not admit that he was jealous. Next to Marita, Sean-Michael was the most important thing to him and whatever he needed, Sean would do whatever it took to see that he got it.

Sean-Michael smiled at his father and Sean forgot all about his unconfessed jealousy. Sean enjoyed the baby while Marita cooked breakfast. When she was done, he put Sean-Michael in his basket and helped Marita set the table. While they were eating, Marita mentioned to Sean about Auntie's Remedies expanding to produce more supply since the demand was growing at a steady rate. Sean told her he would see about buying more land.

After they finished eating, Sean kissed Marita and Sean-Michael goodbye and left for the day. After Marita cleaned the breakfast dishes, she and Sean-Michael went to Ned's.

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That night, Sean-Michael did not wake up. Marita lay in bed waiting to hear his cry but it never came. She then began to think something was wrong with Sean-Michael, so she reached over and lit the lamp on the nightstand and jumped out of bed to check on him. When she reached into his crib and touched him, she felt him breathing and breathed a sigh of relief. Her baby was just fine. He was sleeping the night away.

Marita smiled as she rubbed the baby's check with her finger. She stood there watching, waiting to see if he would wake up. After several minutes, she went back to bed and after an hour and a half she drifted back to sleep. For the next 4 nights, Marita would wake up and wait to hear Sean-Michael call for her. When he did not cry, Marita would anxiously get out of bed to check on him. She would sigh with relief to find that he was still breathing. She would watch him and wait for him to wake. Instead of waking, Sean-Michael continued sleeping. Marita would eventually go back to bed and eventually fall back to sleep.

After a week of waking up in the middle of the night, Marita started doing like Sean-Michael - sleeping through the night. After a few nights of uninterrupted sleep, Marita was truly back to her old self.

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Sean-Michael was worn out. He had become a very attentive baby. If something was going on around him, he wanted to be awake to see it. He had been with his Aunt Lexy all day and she kept his interest peeked. The only time he was not with Aunt Lexy was when it was mealtime.

When Mama brought him home that afternoon, Sean-Michael barely had enough energy to keep his eyes open so that he could eat. He wearily latched onto Marita's breast and it took all his effort to suckle. While he still held onto his mother's breast, Sean-Michael fell into an exhausted sleep.

"You and Lexy must have had a really good time today" Marita said as she pulled the sleeping baby from her breast. Marita knew that Sean-Michael had not taken his usual morning and afternoon naps.

After Marita closed up her blouse, she took Sean-Michael upstairs to his crib then she came back downstairs to start dinner. When Sean came home two hours later, he informed her that he had to meet someone at the Jockey Club on business and asked if she would wait for him to have dinner. Marita consented and Sean hurried to wash and change his clothes. After he was dressed, Sean peeked in on Sean-Michael, who was still sleeping then he came back downstairs.

"I shouldn't be more than an hour or two" Sean said to Marita as he walked into the den.

"OK honey" Marita looked up at him. She was sitting on the couch trying to knit a sweater for Sean-Michael. She and Vivian had bartered their talents. Marita was teaching Vivian to cook. Vivian was teaching Marita to knit.

Sean bent down and kissed Marita goodbye then headed out the door. After Sean left, Marita went to the kitchen to check on supper, then went upstairs to check on Sean-Michael. She decided to stay upstairs with the baby and read while she waited for Sean to come back home. When Marita heard the front door open and close, she laid her book down and got up and went downstairs.

"How did it go?" Marita asked as she walked down the stairs.

"Good."

Sean and Marita walked into the kitchen and Marita set the table while Sean gave her the details of his meeting. When supper was on the table, they sat down, said grace and ate while they continued to talk. Marita finished her supper first and got up from the table to get the chocolate cake she had made for dessert.

"She's doesn't look tired" Sean's libido said as his eyes watched her walk to the counter.
"She doesn't, does she?" SM
"She looks quite tasty" SL
"Tasty indeed" SM
"I'm hungry" SL
"Starving" SM

"I made chocolate cake for dessert" Marita said over her shoulder.

"How 'bout we have dessert upstairs?" Sean said.

Marita laughed as she remembered the last time she and Sean had chocolate cake upstairs. They were children and had decided they wanted some chocolate cake as an afternoon snack. They went into the dinning room and, without asking Libby, cut themselves a piece of cake. They then went upstairs to Sean's room to enjoy their afternoon delight. They made a mess, getting chocolate icing on the quilt and were scolded by Libby when she walked in on two chocolate covered faces. They were not allowed to have dessert for an entire week.

"Don't you remember the last time we had chocolate cake upstairs?" Marita teased as she cut the cake. "We got in a lot of trouble."

Sean had walked up behind her because he sensed that she had missed his meaning of having dessert upstairs.

"The only chocolate cake I want is you" he breathed heavily into her ear before kissing it then moving to kiss her neck.

Marita let out a girlish giggle as his voice, his words and his strong arms around her waist pulling her into his groan, started a tingle in the pit of her stomach. She got goose bumps as he began to lick her neck and behind her ear.

"I don't want us to do without dessert for a week because we're being naughty" Marita sighed teasingly.

"We've been without dessert for 2 months" Sean said as he rubbed his hand over her stomach and moved it lower. "I say we deserve to be as naughty" he whispered as his hand rubbed against her intimate place. "As we want to be."

Sean had become so intoxicated with Marita that he forgot and did not care that they were in the kitchen. In fact he was ready to lay her on the floor and satisfy her and himself. He moved his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them then started unbuttoning her blouse. After her blouse was opened and her shift untie, Sean's hands caressed Marita's naked breasts. His mouth began to water as he held her milk-laden breasts in his hands.

Sean wanted to taste her breasts so he turned Marita around to face him. He put his fingers in her hair and pulled her face to his lips. He almost roughly opened her lips with his and plunged his tongue into her warm mouth. Their kiss was passionate. It was fervent. It was burning. It was heated. It was ravenous. It was all consuming and the lovers tried to devour one another.

After trying to eat her alive, Sean moved his lips to her cheek then down her neck. Marita held his head in her hands as tilted her head back to allow him to rain his heated kisses over her. After getting his fill of her sweet neck, Sean lifted Marita and set her on the counter top so that her breasts would be more accessible to his lips. When his eyes looked at the darkened nipples, his lips immediately latched onto one. He ran his tongue over the sensitive area and felt it grow harder. Marita sighed heavily at the sensation.

"Sean" Marita groan as he went from one breast to the other. Licking, tasting, teasing, pulling, gently nibbling.

Then suddenly there was a sound. Initially, neither one of them heard it because they were so engrossed in their lovemaking. But then the sound became persistent and Marita could no longer ignore the sound even though Sean was still turning a deaf ear to the sound.

"Who could that be?" Marita asked in a daze.

Sean continued to focus his attention on Marita's breasts and did not answer.

"Sean" Marita called.

"Huh?" Sean said. His mouth full of breast.

"Who could that be?"

Sean had no idea what Marita was talking about and pulled his lips from her breast.

"I don't know" he said, then his lips went back to her breast.

"Sean, someone's at the door" Marita said in frustration.

"I don't care" he said, barely taking his lips from her breast.

"Something could be wrong" Marita said as she tried to pull his head away from her.

Sean then heard the irritating sound. Someone was pounding on the door. Who could that be interrupting his trip to ecstasy.

"They'll go away if we ignore them" Sean said, moved to take Marita's breast into his mouth again.

"Sean!" Marita said as she reluctantly pushed him away. "Something could be wrong" she said with worry in her voice.

Sean looked at Marita while he cursed the person at his front door. He knew she was right. Whoever was at door had some sort of emergency. Sean reluctantly let go of Marita and turned to go the door. When he got to the door and opened it, Clay was standing there. Sean was not pleased to see him. This was the second time in a week that Clay had shown up at the most inopportune time.

"Sean..." Clay said a little frantically.

"Is somebody dead?" Sean interrupted him.

"What?" Clay looked bewildered.

"Is somebody dead?" Sean asked again.

"No. I need..."

"Is somebody sick?"

"What? No! I need..."

SLAM!!

"I'll talk to you tomorrow Clay! GO HOME!" Sean shouted through the door then turned to see Marita going up the stairs.

"Hey" he called to her as she went toward the stairs. "We're not finished yet."

"I thought you wanted to have dessert upstairs" she said coyly over her shoulder as she continued up the stairs.

Sean practically ran up the stairs and caught her around the waist just before she reached the top.

"I did, didn't I?" he said as he kissed her neck.

They walked single file to their room, with Sean holding Marita in his arms and kissing her neck. When they were in the room, Sean turned Marita around and opened her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. As he unbuckled her belt, Marita began unbuttoning his shirt. After Marita had pushed his shirt to the floor, Sean unzipped her skirt and slid it off her hips as their lips met in a kiss. As the kiss deepened, they both savored the anticipation of coming together again. They had missed one another terribly.

"That can't be what I think it is" SM
"It is" SH
"NO!" SM
"Yes" SH

Marita's lips left his. Marita's arms fell from around his neck. The derrière his hands were cupping was pulling away. Sean refused to let her go and grabbed her to bring her back where she belonged - in his arms.

"Sean" Marita sighed. "The baby." She pulled away with regret and turned toward her crying baby. In that instance, the woman in Marita retreated and the mother in Marita came to the forefront.

Sean stood there, shirtless and dejected as he watched the most sensual, sexy, desirable woman he had ever known turn into a nurturing mother. He watched as she bent over and picked up Sean-Michael and cuddled him in her arms. Sean thought he would explode any second. She was standing there in her shift with a baby in her arms and his body screamed even louder for her. He was ready to throw Sean-Michael out of the house. He loved his son. He loved him dearly but this was ridiculous. Would he ever get his wife back?

Sean-Michael continued to cry until Marita opened her shift and put her breast to his mouth. She walked over to the rocking chair to sit and feed him while Sean watched the two in disbelief. He was so close. So close. But now the baby was top priority. The baby needed Marita's attention. But he did too!

"Maybe he'll go back to sleep after Marita's done feeding him" SM

"You think he'll go back to sleep after you feed him?" Sean asked hopefully.

"Probably not" she said. "He's been sleep since about 4:00". It was now close to 9:00.

Marita's attention was on the baby and she did not look up when she answered. And the tone in which she answered made Sean think she was no longer interested in dessert. She was only interested in Sean-Michael. Sean began to feel neglected. He felt ignored. He felt unwanted. He felt abandoned. He felt forgotten.

"I'm going to see what Clay wanted" he said as he picked up his shirt.

"OK" Marita said, again not looking up from the baby.

Dejected, Sean walked out the room. When he came back an hour later, Sean-Michael and Marita were lying on the bed and Marita was playing with him.

"He's still up, huh?" Sean said as he walked over to the bed.

"Yeah. I think he may be up for awhile. What did Clay want?"

"He had a fight with Vivian" Sean said as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

He gave Marita the details of his talk with Clay while he prayed that Sean-Michael would hurry up and go back to sleep. Sean fell asleep waiting for Sean-Michael to dose off. The next morning, Sean woke to find Marita still sleeping. He had the urge to wake her up and make love to her before he got out of bed. But with his luck in the lovemaking department lately, he thought Sean-Michael would probably wake up screaming the minute he touched Marita. He decided to forgo the disappointment this time and got out of bed and started his day.

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"What's eatin' you?" Auntie asked.

"Nothing" Sean answered in a grouchy tone.

"Something's eatin' you. You and Mo been fightin'?"

"No. She doesn't have time to fight."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"She's too busy taking take of Sean-Michael. She doesn't have time for me anymore" Sean said in his most pitiful voice.

Auntie read between the lines and knew Marita had been neglecting Sean in the bedroom.

"Oooh. I see" Auntie said. "So you still on that fast, huh?" Auntie tried to tease him.

"Hum" Sean grunted.

"I can't believe Mo doesn't have time for you" Auntie said. "She not feelin' womanly?"

"Yeah, she's feeling it but we always get interrupted!"

"Well babies are known for doing that" Auntie laughed.

"Do they ever stop getting in the way?" Sean asked.

"Only when they move out on their own. But then the grandbabies come" Auntie laughed again.

Sean was looking so distressed that Auntie took pity on him and gave him some advice.

"Use that brain the good Lord gave you and use your imagination. Try going home for lunch or when you think Sean-Michael is napping. Get up earlier in the mornings. I'm sure you can think of ways to get with Mo. Besides, Sean-Michael wont be a baby forever. He'll grow up so fast and before you know it, he won't need Mo or you as much."

Sean thought about what Auntie said. He was still on fire from what they had started last night and he decided to go home for lunch and quench his fire. Sean-Michael usually took a nap after he had lunch and if he was still up when Sean made it home, Sean would simply tell Marita that Sean-Michael had to go! Lexy or Alice could watch him for an hour.

Sean grinned as he imagined him and Marita making love after sooooo long. He was ready to go home now and it was only 9:00am. He threw himself into his work and willed the hours to pass so that he could head home. Sean left town at 1:00 and went to Ned's.

"Hi Sean" Alice said when he walked into the house.

"Hey. Where's Marita?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her since this morning. Lexy might know. She's upstairs with the baby."

"OK. Thanks."

Sean hurried upstairs to find Lexy in his old room. Sean-Michael was asleep.

"Hey" he said in a quite voice. "Where's Marita?"

"She went home" Lexy said. "She..."

"OK. Thanks" Sean said and was gone before Lexy could finish her statement.

Sean ran down the stairs and out the door. He hopped on Ahab and galloped toward home. Marita was at the house. Sean-Michael was with Lexy. This was perfect. He would have Marita in his arms in just a few minutes. He would have her screaming his name. He would be screaming her name. He would take all of his sexual frustration out on her. He would unleash his pinned up desire on her. He would lose himself in her.

By the time he reached the front door, he was bursting at the seams. Wherever Marita was in the house, that's where she would be at his mercy. And he did not plan to have any mercy on her.

"MARITA!" he called out when he opened the door.

"I'm in the kitchen" she called out.

Sean almost ran into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that greeted him. Marita and Vivian were in the kitchen cooking.

"Hi Sean" Vivian smiled at him.

"Hey" Marita smiled. "What are you doing home?"

"I came home to ripped your clothes off. Throw you down on the floor and satisfy this ache I've had for that last week" SM

Before he could utter a response, Marita's attention was turned back to Vivian. Vivian had come to Marita desperate for help. She told Marita about the fight she and Clay had the night before and she wanted to cook his favorite meal tonight to make up to him. Marita agreed to help her and knew it would take all afternoon for Vivian to make the perfect meal for Clay because Vivian insisted on doing everything herself. She just needed Marita to supervise every step.

When Marita so quickly turned her attention from him to Vivian, Sean became angry. He was actually hurt, but he would not admit that. Being second to Sean-Michael was understandable, at least for now. But being second to Vivian! Sean did not understand that. And he did not like it. As he stood there watching Marita with Vivian and realized another opportunity for them to be together was lost, he got angrier. Marita needed to understand that HE was her husband and HE wanted, needed her. She had neglected him for almost 3 months and that was too long. She gave of herself to everybody but him. And that was unacceptable.

Sean turned and left the kitchen and the ladies did not realize he was gone until they heard the front door slam. That night when he came home, Sean was quite and Marita could tell he was angry about something. She asked him what was bothering him and he said nothing. He was not about to tell her that he felt neglected and was jealous of all the attention she was giving to Sean-Michael and everybody else but him. Instead, he pouted the evening away.

Marita tried a few more times to get him to tell her what was bothering him but he still insisted that nothing was wrong. She eventually gave up and knew he would tell her when he was ready.

To Be Continued..................