Baby Love Lite (54 page)

“
Is Trey acting like that
with you?” she asked.

“
Well, he's commented about
having sex too often,” I'd replied.

That's totally not a lie . . .

“
You see there, Ty? To those
two this has probably become a fucking competition to see whose
sperm can get to that egg first!”

“
You know how guys are,” I'd
sighed, shaking my head and then changing the subject.

“
Did you hear me?” Trey was
asking, bringing me back to the present.

“
I’m sorry, honey,” I
replied. “I guess I was day dreaming. What did you say?”

“
I said that I wish I could
go with you to Baton Rouge tomorrow, but Tristan reminded me on the
way home that he and I have - that appointment.”

Oh yes - THAT appointment!

The one at the fertility clinic in Atlanta
that was handling their end of it.

“
Of course, I totally forgot
about that. It’s okay. I’m going down and back in one day. I’m just
waiting for Dad to call back with the details.”

“
You know, I'd be with you
baby, if it wasn’t for that.”

“
I know, Trey. It’s
fine.”

He was watching me now. Trying to figure out
whether I was sincere or not. Preston had been crawling around on
the bedroom floor. She'd found something on the rug and evidently
had put it into her mouth. We both heard her choke and gag at the
same time.

Trey was over to her in a split second. He
snatched her up into his arms. I started freaking out as I saw that
she couldn’t catch her breath. I started screaming for Trey to get
whatever it was out of her mouth. How stupid was that? It had
obviously gone down her throat if she was choking on it. I couldn’t
think straight. My baby was turning blue.

Trey remained calm. He settled Preston on his
lap tilting her forward. He placed his closed fist with his thumb
closest to her stomach against her bellybutton and drew it in
against her firmly; he placed the heel of his other hand behind her
and gave her five quick strikes to the middle of her back.

She coughed. Whatever she'd swallowed popped
out of her mouth. She started coughing and rasping. Her breathing
started back coming in fast, gulping breaths. She finally had the
strength to cry. I grabbed her from Trey, holding her close to my
chest and talking to her. Tears were flowing down my cheeks.

Gina and Tristan had come into our room
hearing the commotion. “What the hell happened?” Gina asked with
alarm.

Trey’s calmness had now been replaced by the
fear that had sunk in that we'd almost lost our daughter. He raked
his hands threw his hair; his eyes teared up. Preston was calmed. I
walked over to Gina and Tristan with the baby.

“
Preston found something on
the floor and put it into her mouth. She choked on it. Trey saved
her life,” I sputtered.

“
Oh, Thank God!” Gina
said.

“
Why don’t we take Preston
out and get her something in her sippy cup?” Tristan
suggested.

“
Thanks, Tristan,” I said,
handing the baby over to him.

They left with her and I went to see about
Trey. “Are you okay, honey?” I asked, dropping down in front of him
where he still sat on the bed. He'd clasped his hands over his
face, rubbing his eyes. He looked down at me finally with his eyes
still watering. He pulled me up and onto his lap where he wrapped
his arms around me tightly.

“
I was so fucking scared,
Tylar,” he said.

“
I know, Trey. I was scared
too; but you kept it together! You saved her. How did you know what
to do?”

He shook his head back and forth getting a
hint of a smile. “That’s just it, baby,” he said, “I've no clue as
to how I knew what to do. It was if something else just took over
my mind and I knew what I needed to do.”

“
Like maybe her guardian
angel?” I asked.

“
Yeah, exactly,” he replied,
“and I bet her name is Marley.”

Trey and I searched the floor and found the
object of Preston’s incident. It was a penny that must've fallen
from one of our pockets at some point in time. The year of minting
was 1990.

My father called later in the afternoon with
my flight details. He'd arranged for a charter to from a private
airfield in Atlanta at 6:30 a.m. the following morning. He would be
at the Baton Rouge airport to pick me up. He'd booked my return
flight on the charter for that afternoon.

I filled him in on the scare that we had
earlier in the day with Preston. I included the part where we'd
felt some sort of divine intervention.

“
I've no doubt that Marley
looks after you all,” he replied. “She was an angel in life and
remains an angel in heaven.”

Preston had been the center of everyone’s
attention after her ordeal that day. I bathed her after she'd eaten
her dinner and got her ready for bed. I rocked her while she nursed
that evening. I thanked God for her being okay. I tucked her into
her crib giving her kisses on her cheeks and forehead.

Gina and Tristan were cleaning up the kitchen
and Trey was in the living room when I went back out after putting
Preston to bed. Trey was on the couch with his iPad. I went over
and sat next to him. I fully intended to schedule a fuckfest with
him later. He smiled as I cuddled up to him on the couch.

“
Is Preston asleep?” he
asked.

“
Yep, she’s all tucked in
for the night. I'm going to grab a shower and get ready for bed
since I have that early flight in the morning.”

“
Okay, baby,” he said, “I
won’t be far behind you.”

“
Good,” I said to him,
kissing his ear softly, lightly tracing it with my tongue. “Don’t
keep me waiting too long, okay?”

Just then Gina barreled out of the kitchen,
through the living room and down the hallway. I heard the door to
their room slam.

Damn! She better not wake the baby!

Tristan came out of the kitchen wearing a
sheepish look as Trey and I both watched him hoping to find out
what the hell was going on.

“
Is everything okay, bro?”
Trey asked him.

“
Yeah. Gina’s just been a
bit put out because of my lack of attention to her lately, if you
know what I mean.”

I knew what he meant but it was clear Trey
didn’t have a clue. Tristan could tell as much.

“
After tomorrow it won’t be
an issue,” Tristan said with a shrug. “Everything will be back to
normal between us.”

“
What in the hell are you
talking about, Tristan?” Trey blurted out.

Uh oh.

Tristan acted halfway embarrassed to explain
it to Trey while I was sitting there. “You know. We have that
appointment tomorrow and once that's over with Gina and I can
resume our . . . sexual relations.”

“
Wait a minute. Do you mean
you've been abstaining from sex for this?” Trey was mortified I
could tell; I acted mortified as well, looking at Tristan as if I
needed him to clue me in too.

“
Not exactly total
abstinence, but yeah, I’ve had to cut back on the frequency to keep
my swimmers in top notch shape.”

“
Your swimmers?”

“
Oh, for Chrissake Trey,
didn’t you ever take biology? Frequent sex - ejaculation if you
want me to be technical about it, lowers the sperm
count.”

“
Really?” I asked, feigning
surprise.

I've a feeling I'm not going to get lucky
tonight.

I looked over at Trey and saw immediately he
wasn't fooled. I couldn’t tell if he was pissed or not. “Well,
listen; I’ve got to get my shower. See you when I get back,
Tristan.”

“
Good night, Tylar,” he
called after me. “Have a safe trip.”

CHAPTER 54

I'd showered and gotten into my pajamas. I
crawled beneath the covers of our bed fairly certain that Trey, if
not angry, was at the very least not pleased with me. The sooner
this day was behind me the better. I fell asleep quickly not
anxious to find out if Trey was pissed or merely not pleased. I had
a big day tomorrow; so did Trey, for that matter.

Trey made sure when he came to bed later I
was made aware of it. He switched the overhead bedroom light on
first of all; then spent an inordinate amount of time digging
around in his closet for clean sweats. He showered with the
bathroom door open; and made sure that he let the toilet lid slam
down before flushing the toilet.

Once he climbed into bed he pulled me over
against his warm, still damp body.

“
Are you awake, Tylar?” he
whispered loudly.

“
Of course not, Trey,” I
said.

“
I just wanted to let you
know I can drive you to the airfield tomorrow for your
flight.”

“
Okay, thanks honey,” I
replied rolling over to face him. “Are you mad at me?” I asked him
watching his face which seemed impassive.

“
Mad isn't the word,” he
said. “I guess I’m just wondering why you pretended to be alright
with this when clearly you’re not.”

“
I'm okay with it, Trey, I
swear that I am. I guess I was just trying to give Tristan a little
bit of an edge on account of his age and all.”

“
Yeah, right,” he said,
kissing my face gently.

“
You know that I love you
and only you, Tylar.”

“
I know that,
Trey.”

“
So, you also know that if
this fertilization process is successful, which isn't 100%
guaranteed, that child will be nothing more than a niece or nephew
to me or to Tristan, right?”

“
Yes, I know,” I
replied.

“
I just wanted to make sure
that you and I are on the same page with that.”

“
We are,” I replied, kissing
him back.

His hands moved to my silk pajama top; he
unbuttoned it and pulled me up so that he could remove it. His
hands caressed my breasts and nipples. He lowered his head to them;
his tongue traced around my nipples in a circular motion. He moved
southward, pulling my panties down and allowing his tongue to
explore the soft folds of my womanhood. His hands gently pushed my
legs apart; his fingers worked their magic inside of me.

I pushed against Trey wanting him on his
back. He complied. I knelt between his legs, spreading them with my
hands as I took his erect manhood into my mouth. I went from head
to root, taking all of him into my mouth; my tongue swirled and
around and around the length of him.

He moaned with pleasure; his hips gyrated
against my mouth. His hands reached down cupping my face between
them. He wanted me on top. I complied. I climbed on top of him. He
guided his shaft into me gently. He placed his other hand on the
small of my back lowering me down onto him.

“
Mmmm,” I moaned feeling his
fullness within me.

“
You like that, baby?” he
asked, his lips finding mine.

“
You know that I do, Trey,”
I whispered against his lips.

“
You know that it’s yours,
baby,” he said, “Yours and only yours.”

He rocked me up and down; both of his hands
now braced on my hips to allow him to rotate me in a back and forth
motion as his thrusting increased.

“
Baby, you feel so good,” he
moaned, “No one has ever made me come like you do. No one ever
could,” he said, his lips crushing mine as his thrusting increased
steadily.

“
I love you, Tylar; I never
want to lose you.”

“
You never will Trey; you're
mine.”

Our orgasms came crashing down around us
then; it was all about us and only us at that moment. It was about
the love that we had for one another. We both cried out as we came
at the same time. We laid there for several minutes totally spent
from our lovemaking. Trey kissed my lips; telling me how sweet I
was and how much he loved me.

Afterwards, Trey wrapped his arms around me
and pulled me up against his warm, naked body. From down the
hallway I heard Gina yell, ‘That’s not fair!’

Trey chuckled pulling me close and we fell
asleep.

The following morning, Trey walked me in to
the terminal at the small private airport. The pilot was already
there waiting for me in the lounge. Trey hugged and kissed me
telling me that he would be back to pick me up later that
afternoon.

“
I’ll be thinking about
you,” he called after me as I started to walk out the glass door
that led to the tarmac.

“
You better be,” I called
back, waving to him.

My father was there waiting for me at the
municipal airfield in Baton Rouge where we landed. It wasn't far
from downtown Baton Rouge. He explained Matthew’s arraignment would
be held in the 19th Judicial Court that was downtown. He said the
proceeding itself wouldn't take long. He was interested in seeing
Matthew again. My father made no secret of his contempt for the
man. I was curious to see as to whether he looked familiar to me
after all of these years.

The courthouse was similar to the one where
my father sat the bench. He led me to the courtroom where the
arraignment was to be held. We still had another forty-five minutes
or so before the proceedings began. I needed a comfort break. I
told my father I was going to find a restroom and would be back in
a few.

Once out in the hallway, I saw signs for the
restrooms. I was thankful the hallways in this courthouse didn't
wind around like a maze like the other one had.