And so we were lifted out of the disease-ridden arms of poverty by an angel named Arthur. Mr. Higgins took a liking to my mother: first, because of her beauty and second, because she was a quick learner. As I grew in her well-fed belly, Laurie Marie set the Higgins manor in order, deftly organizing the running of the house and seeing to the care of the outbuildings and the animals. Once a week, Arthur would have to travel on business and he was overjoyed to come home to a well-run home and servants that were pleased to care for him.
Arthur became my father the night I, Cassia Nova, was born, attending my birth and caring for my mother as if she was his husband. He sang me to sleep and cuddled me when I was cranky. My mother found herself falling in love with Arthur but was afraid to act on her feelings for fear of alienating her employer. Luckily for her, the task was taken out of her hands ...
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Laurie Marie awoke and stretched languorously, enjoying the feel of clean sheets on her clean body. Since Cassia was sleeping soundly still, she took the opportunity to pad across the spacious room and threw the drapes open, welcoming the cleansing rays of the sun. Down below, the gardeners were weeding and replanting a corner of the flower bed and a thick carpet of grass spread underneath fruit and magnolia trees. Everything was so beautiful. She still had a hard time believing that it was all real.
She heard a gurgle from the corner and turned with a smile, heading over to the tiny cradle in the corner. The baby cooed and Laurie Marie took her to the side table, using the water in the bowl to wash the little girl, then put a clean rag on her bottom. Snug and dry, Laurie Marie climbed back into bed, made herself comfortable and raised the baby to her aching teat, squeezing her legs together as the baby's first suckle made her pussy twitch.
There was a knock on the door and Arthur stuck his head in, a paper-wrapped package in his hands. "Good morning, Laurie." He strode over to the side of the bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then laid a soft finger against the baby's cheek. "And good morning, my little buttercup." His eyes were drawn to Cassia's rosebud mouth, hungrily sucking on one of Laurie Marie's dark pink nipples. Out of respect, he wrenched his sight away, focusing on Laurie Marie's face. "Did you sleep well?"
"I slept wonderfully, thank you."
"Good." He laid the package on her lap. "For you. Happy Six Months."
Laurie Marie's face lit up. "It's been six months since I've been here? I didn't realize that."
