The Lady Blue

This is an excerpt from my novella "The Lady Blue" about a Cajun beauty coming of age in New Orleans, Louisiana in the mid seventies.
 
Our baby, Monique, was born the following June and as luck would have it, the day was a Friday. I cried wishing that she had waited one more day or had come on Thursday instead. Gary tried to be understanding and said the thing about Fridays being unlucky days was just an old superstition no one believed in anymore.
 
I was still afraid and certainly not surprized when I started having dreams of something bad happening to our daughter.  
 
It is always the same dream. Rosa, the nanny we hired for Monique, is pushing her in her stroller in City Park when they hit a bump in the sidewalk. The stroller tumbles over and Monique falls to the ground. I wake up before I find out if she lives .  
I want Rosa to stop taking Monique to the park but Gary says I'm over reacting. He thinks I just worry too much and doesn't want me to say anything to Rosa. He says she's a very good nanny and would never let anything happen to Monique.  
 
One afternoon as we were sunbathing next to the swimming pool, the subject of the dreams came up again.  
"Try to put them out of your mind, Darling."  
"I do try', I said turning to face him. "They won't stop coming.
You'll drive yourself crazy if you don't stop.
You're not listening to me', I said getting angry, I can't stop them at will.
I know, Darlin, he said scooping up the bottle of sun tan lotion, then added, 'I'm just asking you to have a little faith is all'.  
 
He opened the bottle and poured some lotion onto the palm of his left hand. He then placed his hand on my bare stomach and gently rubbed the lotion into my skin.  
 
"Maybe this will help you to get the dreams off of your mind", he said as he reached behind me and undid my bikini top. He then poured a generous portion of the lotion onto my bare breasts.  
"You've got something on your mind", I said suspiciously as he rubbed the lotion into my skin. "You're thinking about sex. That's all you ever think about."  
"No it isn't", he protested but grinned and then added, "But I sure do love making love to you."  
"All you think about is sex."  
"I don't think about just sex', he said grinning "I think about sex and then I think about more sex and then more and more sex."  
"You're a sex maniac", I said laughing. then added "Come on and admit it."  
"Look who's talking," he teased back. "Tell me one thing you like as much as you do sex."  
"I love money, Honey. You think you're my love man but you're really my money man."