A/N: Those of you who read and liked my story The Education Of Laura Roslin ,will enjoy this chapter... Many thanks, as always!

CHAPTER 4

Laura needed to hurry...

She'd been gone too long...

Picking up her pace, she was in a near run as she traversed the path from the village, to their cabin home. Laura's pulse pounded, and her chest was heavy and slightly achy.

She knew that she was needed.

Still, the Roslyn Girls Lunch had been fun, and long overdue...

In Life, Laura and her sisters had gathered together, at least once a month- if not more, to have an epic and leisurely lunch at a fancy restaurant or one of their homes. They ate delicious food, drank wine- and sometimes Ambrosia, and gossiped and laughed until they cried and their eye makeup was ruined. It was tradition, and it was good.

Now that Laura, Sandra, and Cheryl were all together again, in Elysian, the tradition continued. And the fact that their mother, Judith, was also with them, and able to be included in on all of the fun, made things even more special.

But now, the littlest Roslyn Girl needed Laura, badly.

It was the first time she'd been away from Jude, since the baby's birth, nearly six weeks prior. Laura's mother and sisters had suggested the get-together, while attending Jude's Presentation. It had sounded lovely and wonderful, at the time, and was something that was admittedly long overdue.

Though now, Laura felt tremendous guilt for leaving her child... even for a few hours.

Once inside their cabin, Laura found the main living area to be relatively neat and tidy. A few assorted baby items took up real estate on the sofa, while Bill's dishes from his lunch- a bowl and pair of chopsticks, along with a coffee stained mug, were stacked near the sink in the kitchen.

The only sign of outward disorder was with two bottles of breast milk that Laura had prepared for her daughter, which now sat on center island that separated the kitchen from the dining area. One bottle was completely full, while the other was laying on its side, with a small puddle of milk nearby.

All of that, but there was no Jude, nor her daddy in sight.

The cabin was utterly quiet, and for a moment Laura began to worry.

And then she heard a low and familiar voice, coming from the direction of Jude's room.

Laura took a deep cleansing breath, before following the sound of Bill's gentle singing.

She teased him frequently for being off key in his serenades, but whenever he sang to Jude, he sounded perfect and mellifluous.

And this occasion he was especially so.

As Laura neared the threshold of the baby's room, Bill halted his song in order to speak lovingly to his daughter.

His words, said in Tauron, were tender and from the purest part of his soul.

"It's a good thing we have all of Eternity, as it will take me just that long to find the right words to tell you how much I love you."

The new father paused, his voice choked with emotion. Laura heard him sniff, and she knew that her husband was as crying.

"The same is true with your mother," Bill continued. "I once told her that she is my sine qua non, and now the same is true of you. My girls are the very best part of me, and there isn't anything that I wouldn't do for either one of you."

As Laura entered the room, she saw first hand, the extent of her husband's words.

Seated in the rocking chair that he'd gifted Laura with, months before, Bill was so absorbed in his infant daughter that he never even noticed when Laura entered the room.

His blue denim work shirt was unbuttoned and open wide, as he held Jude to his muscled chest.

Laura smiled openly at the sight before her, as it was every bit as touching as it was giggle-worthy.

Very clearly, Baby Jude was latched on to one of he daddy's pecs, and suckling with vigor.

Bill cupped his daughter's tiny bottom in one hand, while supporting her fuzzy red head in the other. His anatomy put him at a slight disadvantage, as his pecs, while nicely toned and muscled, were not exactly conducive to breastfeeding. Still, the former admiral was making things work, and Jude was as happy as a little clam in wet sand.

The baby held the chain of his dog tags tightly in one of her little fists, while her free hand was splayed upon Bill's chest. Jude's blue eyes were wide open, as she looked up at him with complete trust.

Unable to stay away for any longer, Laura went to them.

Bill blushed upon seeing his wife. She kissed him softly, and then their daughter.

"Am I doing this right, Teach?" Bill asked in a whisper.

Laura wiped away a solitary tear from her cheek, and nodded. "Yes, Husker."

Bill coughed softly, then soothed away Jude's slight distress by the sudden change to their connection. He stroked her head with the pad of his thumb, then nickered to her like Laura often did in similar situations.

"Jude got hungry while you were gone," Bill explained. "I tried feeding her with the bottles you made, but she wasn't having any of it. I knew that she wasn't gonna starve, but on the other hand I could tell that she was stressed."

As if such a thing as true stress could even happen on the Shore.

Laura smiled at Bill's concern.

"As I was holding her and trying to stop her crying, the most overwhelming feeling came over me," Bill continued. "My chest hurt, and then-"

"You started leaking?" Laura asked with a giggle.

Bill huffed uncomfortably. "I knew it was possible, but I never thought it would happen to me."

"Until it did."

"Yeah."

When Jude finally disengaged from Bill's pec, Laura took her from him and went about coaxing a much needed burp from the baby. The parents' roles had been completely reversed, and it was fun to be able to help the other.

Together, they readied Jude for her after lunch nap, and settled her down in the sleigh-style crib in the center of the nursery. As Jude was still so young, and woke often in the night, she normally slept in a basket beside her parents' bed, or between them. But nap time, however, was spent in her own room.

"How was your lunch with the Roslin Girls?" Bill asked quietly, as he and Laura slipped away.

"Wonderful," Laura replied honestly. "I loved every minute of it, but coming home to you and Jude was even better."

Bill grinned. "We had fun too," he said of his and Jude's Daddy/Daughter Time. "But we missed you... Obviously."

They kissed in the hallway that separated their room from Jude's.

"I missed you, too," Laura confessed as Bill held her in his arms. The love she felt for him was overwhelming, and she told him so in Tauran.

Bill couldn't help but smile, as he loved that Laura now knew the language of his heritage.

"When I was feeding Jude, I got this feeling..."

Laura arched a brow, as she knew instantly what he meant. "Really? Do tell..."

Bill blushed three shades of pink.

"Is it wrong that our daughter gave me an erection?"

Laura laughed as she kissed her husband. "Let's just say that Jude gives you a run for your money in giving me orgasms."

Bill huffed in amusement, as his wife led him to their en-suite bathroom.

Grabbing a soft washcloth, Laura ran it under a warm tap, wetting the cloth just a bit, before smoothing it across her husband's bared chest.

"Its important to keep your nipples clean," Laura noted huskily, as Bill drew in a breath in reaction to her touch.

He knew as much, as he'd seen Laura doing the same to herself after a feeding.

"Do you feel like you still have some residual milk?"

Bill blushed again at Laura's openness.

Before he could answer, she dipped her head and kissed her way toward his pecs. They both hummed when Laura claimed his right tit between the softness of her lips.

Unlike Jude, Laura was decidedly more creative and skilled with her technique. Ever so slowly, she traced Bill's aureole with her tongue, and then drew upon it with gentle suction.

"God, Laura," Bill said as he buried a hand in the softness of her red tresses, while holding her to his chest. He felt the release of a small bit of milk, as Laura's lusty murmuring filled his ears.

"You taste good, Husker."

"Thanks."

Unable to take anymore, Bill lifted Laura's head up to meet his, then kissed her passionately. He tasted his own sweetness on her lips, and chuckled openly.

Laura giggled in reply, as she felt herself being lifted into her husband's arms. They continued to kiss, as she wrapped her legs around Bill's waist, and he carried her to their bed. Once there, she finished undressing him, and he undressed her, and they fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs.

Later, as they laid in each other's arms, while basking in literal afterglow, the couple listened with joy, to their daughter's gentle sounds of waking.

"Mother wants to start including Jude in our Roslin Girls lunches," Laura noted, as Bill traced lazy abstract patterns on her naked back.

"That's a good idea," Bill replied in agreement. "But I'd hold off on Ambrosia for her, at least until she's at least a year old."

Laura stifled a laugh, as she kissed her husband's chest. His skin was always so warm and inviting to touch.

Bill grunted, as he used to do in Life, when he was deeply troubled by something.

"Joe wants me to bring her around sometime. I think he wants to start teaching her about being Tauron."

Laura smiled thoughtfully.

"Jude is his only grandchild, and he loves her. Besides, we already speak the old language to her, and around home, at times, so would learning more about her family's history and cultural traditions be such a bad thing?"

"I guess not."

The former president kissed away her husband's pout, which then led to a bit of fooling around under the covers. Then, just as they were about to fully make love again, their daughter's sounds of waking turned into outright cries.

"Was that the hungry cry, or the wet cry?" Bill asked as they came up for air.

Laura listened intently, then hummed. "Both."

"All at once? Our girl is a very good communicator."

"That she is."

Bill rose from the bed and pulled on his jeans. "I'll change her, then meet you out on the porch, so we can watch the sunset while you feed her."

"That sounds like a wonderful plan," Laura replied, with a nod of agreement.

She was just pulling on some yoga pants and a loose top, when Bill paused at the threshold of their room.

"But if you want, I could probably take care of both tasks..."

Laura shot a mock glare at her husband, then smiled presidentially.

"Thank you, Husker," she drawled. "But while I appreciate your parental dedication, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, your lactation services are not needed. Understood?"

Jude's daddy grinned and nodded. "Understood, Teach."

Laura padded across the room, to join her husband at the threshold. She kissed him softly, until they both were humming.

"One more thing..."

"Yes?"

Bill grinned playfully, as Laura grew serious.

Jude was waiting for them both, but before all was said and done, her mommy had one more declaration to make.

"Never... ever... forget. If anyone's going to call dibs on your tits, it's me..."

Bill kissed Laura again, in reply, and nodded dutifully, as he wouldn't have it any other way.

#TO BE CONTINUED#