Author's Note: Sorry if I spammed you with updates. I made like 12 mistakes posting this.

Laura and Steve both woke to the sound of crying on the baby monitor. "It's your turn," she said.

"No, it's not," he mumbled.

"Yes, it is," she pressed, rolling away from him. Steve sat up and rubbed his eyes. He put his glasses back on and stood. Laura sat up and looked at him. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Going to get the baby," he answered.

"Steve," she said in exasperation, "I just made you do it three times in a row. It's not your turn."

"I know," he answered, "but you told me to go."

"I know, but I was being selfish," she said, standing. "You don't have to let me."

He smiled at her and walked over to her. He took her by the hand and led her across the hall. He opened the nursery door and walked over to the crib. Quinley was screaming loudly. "You made her for me," he said as he picked her up. "You can be selfish whenever you want." He rocked her gently and bounced her for a moment, trying to soothe her. "Hi, Princess," he cooed. "Don't worry. Daddy's here. Shhh… Shhh…"

Laura looked on in awe. He looked so good with a baby in his arms. She smiled at him.

He lifted her higher and smelled her diaper. That wasn't the problem, which meant she must have been hungry. "Should I warm a bottle, or do you want to…?"

Laura stepped forward and took the baby from his arms. "C'mon, sweetheart," she cooed. "Mama's gotcha," she whispered. She carried her over to the chair and sat down. She pulled her tank top down, slipping a strap down her shoulder, and exposed her breasts. Quinley began to suckle and finally stopped crying. Laura lay her head back in the chair and closed her eyes, relieved to hear silence again and completely exhausted.

Steve stared at her, captivated by the sight of his gorgeous wife feeding their perfect child. He watched intently, as he often did, but he couldn't ignore the newer feeling stirring in him. When he first saw her breastfeed, he was amazed at the beauty of it. It was a spectacular, natural process that she did with no effort and that he'd never be able to do, but three weeks and six days in, as much as he still found the whole process a miracle of nature, he was beginning to see something else, too. He had been completely sexless for nearly a month. That was a natural part of childbirth, and he had expected it, but he was done. They had only had a dry spell this long one other time, and that was when he had bumped his noggin and had lost his memory, so it didn't bother him any, though he gave Laura a lot of credit for handling it for as long as she did because he was done. Tomorrow, Laura was going to the doctor to get cleared to resume all her normal physical activity, and tomorrow night, he was planning on being extremely… active with her. For now, he just stared longingly at her full breasts as his member grew harder and harder. Laura switched breasts, a little milk dribbling out of the one she'd just moved the baby from. Steve licked his lips. He moved closer to her and sat on the arm of her chair. She looked up at him. He stroked her hair. "I love you," he whispered.

She smiled softly. "I love you, too," she said. Laura glanced at his pants. She wasn't sure if he thought he was being subtle or not, but with a package like Steve's, there was no subtlety in pajama pants. She looked away from his huge erection and back down at the baby. She understood why this turned him on, but it had the opposite effect for her. She appreciated that he at least wasn't trying anything though. He ogled her the whole time, but they kissed the baby goodnight again and put her back in the crib without incident. They went back to bed, still clothed, and climbed in. He didn't even spoon her, trying to hide his erection, and she appreciated the way he refused to pressure her. She cuddled close to him, glad to be intimate with her loving husband, even if she wasn't ready to be intimate with him.