Baby Love Lite (56 page)

“
Yes, sweetie, use your
spoon for Daddy.” Preston dropped her spoon into the bowl of pureed
carrots

“
Look, Preston,” Trey
crooned to her encouragingly. “Hold the spoon in your hand like
Daddy’s good girl." He again put the spoon into her tiny hand. "Now
bring the spoon up to your mouth sweetie.”

Trey was imitating to her what to do with the
spoon with his hand as if he had a spoon in it. She was watching
him in awe with her big blue eyes. “See like this, Preston.”

She raised her spoon from the bowl and had
managed to get some of the pureed carrots on it. She held it up
trying to get Trey to eat it.

“
No, honey,” he said
patiently, “put spoon in Preston’s mouth.”

She squirmed in her chair and dropped the
spoon onto her tray where it bounced and hit Trey’s shirt
splattering the carrots.

Uh oh.

“
That’s okay, sweetie,” he
said to her, leaning down and picking up the spoon.

By this time Preston had spied me watching
from around the corner of the kitchen. She started getting excited
and squirming to get out of her high chair.

She knocked the little bowl of carrots off of
the high chair as Trey was bent down cleaning up the floor. It hit
his shoulder and splattered all over him and the floor.

Oops! Holy shit!

I backed out of the room quickly making my
way through the living room and back to the hall.

“
Shit,” I heard Trey
say.

Preston starting fussing and whining; talking
gibberish to Trey in a loud, unhappy tone. I came into the kitchen
as if caught by surprise. “What happened in here?” I asked
innocently.

“
Oh, just a little training
session that went wrong,” Trey laughed. “I need to change my shirt,
Tylar. Can you take over?”

“
Sure, sweetie,” I replied
smiling. I wiped up the mess on the floor and then got a clean wash
cloth and cleaned up Preston’s face and fingers. I took her into
the living room and got her settled in her play suite with some
toys. I headed back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. I noticed
something was in the oven. Trey came back in with a clean tee shirt
on.

“
Hey baby,” he said pulling
me to him and kissing me passionately. “I wanted to surprise you
and have the baby fed and in bed. I’ve got our dinner in the
oven.”

“
Well, I can see that, Trey.
I can’t tell what it is though.”

“
Actually, Gina made it
before she left to go to the club. She told me how long to let it
cook. It's some kind of a casserole that has chicken, broccoli and
white cream sauce with various cheeses in it was all she told me. I
made our salads though, and they're in the fridge.”

“
Oh, Trey. That's so
romantic of you.”

“
I wanted our night to be
special. We move day after tomorrow so this will probably be our
last meal here alone before we move.”

“
Yeah, speaking of which -
why did Gina go down to the club?”

“
Oh, I don’t know. I think
she missed Tristan. Ian called her this afternoon while you were
sleeping. They argued on the phone and she told him to go to hell.
I heard that much of it. She put the casserole in the oven and told
me when to take it out. She said she wanted to go and talk to
Tristan. I figured she missed him. Anyway, we have this evening to
ourselves.”

Holy shit - what's up with Ian and her
arguing? This can’t be good.

“
How about if I go ahead and
bathe Preston?” I said to him. “I’ll get her ready for bed and then
we can have our dinner.”

“
Okay, babe, I’ll get the
table set and pour some wine for us.”

I went out to get Preston. I bathed her and
put her into her pajamas. I put her to bed with some of her toys.
She was fairly good about entertaining herself before falling
asleep.

As promised, Trey had set the table and
poured us each a glass of wine. He had a fire going in the
fireplace and we sat out in the living room enjoying our alone
time. I leaned in to him as the fire crackled warmly.

He took my wine glass from me and set it on
the coffee table along with his. He pulled me over to him,
unfastening the belt on my robe and pulling my robe down my
shoulders. He noticed my sexy silk nightgown with the plunging
neckline that I'd worn. His beautiful sapphire eyes locked with
mine and I saw the warmth and passion in them.

“
I want you now, Tylar. I
want you right here and now. Is your diaphragm in?”

I shook my head ‘no’. “I haven’t been wearing
it lately,” I confessed looking up at him to see his
expression.

He smiled warmly. “I’m glad, baby,” he
breathed drawing him to me and kissing me hungrily. He shed his
clothing right then and there. He pulled the straps down on my silk
nightgown kissing my shoulders as my breasts sprang free.

He pushed me back onto the couch; his fingers
captured a breast, massaging it gently. He lowered his head and his
lips found my nipple; he suckled it gently his tongue swirling
around my nipple.

“
Mmmm,” he said, “You taste
so good, baby.”

He went to my other breast doing the same. My
sex was dripping wet. I was feeling saucy by this time.

“
I have other nectar for you
to enjoy, Trey,” I purred.

He was between my legs, placing one on each
of his shoulders as he lowered his face to my sex. His lips and
tongue made love to me there.

“
You taste so sweet, baby,”
he breathed against me. His tongue continued to swirl around my
clitoris. His fingers explored inside of me, pressing gently
against my swelled sweet spot. My breathing was coming faster and I
moaned in anticipation of having him inside of me.

“
What baby? Tell me what you
want?”

“
I want you to make love to
me, Trey. I want you to give me another baby.”

“
Your wish is my command,
Tylar.”

He rose up off of the couch and pulled me
with him. He positioned himself onto a sitting position on the
couch and placed me on his lap, straddling him. I stroked his
erection with my hand. He raised me up and positioned me over his
manhood.

“
Are you wet enough, baby?”
he asked.

“
Umm hum,” I
answered.

He straightened his legs out so he was
actually in a half-sitting, half-reclined position with his legs
spread out in front of him. He gently lowered me down upon his
erection. I heard him catch his breath as he fully penetrated me. I
squeezed my legs together tightening him inside of me.

“
Careful baby,” he
cautioned, “I don’t want to come too quickly. I want us both to
enjoy this.”

I relaxed my legs a bit.

“
That’s my girl,” he said
softly, clasping the back of my head with his hand and lowering it
to his face. His tongue thoroughly probed my mouth; our tongues
playfully danced and explored each other. I felt butterflies each
and every place he touched me. His hands massaged my breasts
tenderly. His hips gently started a slow and rhythmic thrusting. I
could feel myself squeezing him gently.

His hands lifted my ass up and down as I
swiveled my hips in a circular motion feeling the head of his shaft
hitting my special place.

“
Ahh God, baby, what are you
doing to me?”

“
I'm loving you Trey,” I
answered him. “I'm loving you with every inch of my
body.”

We both quickened at the same time; his
thrusting increased in rhythm, my core contracted tighter in
response. We felt our orgasms mounting toward sweet release. Trey
stopped his thrusting. I felt his throbbing as I contracted,
squeezing his manhood tighter.”

“
Oh, God,” he rasped as he
emptied his love inside of me.

I whimpered in pleasure as my orgasm pulsated
around his. I felt my liquid release join his. I collapsed on top
of him my breathing fast and shallow. I so loved him in every way
possible that a woman can love a man. He wrapped his arms around me
protectively; his breathing was ragged and shallow. We were both
spent.

“
I love you so much,
Tylar.”

“
I love you, Trey with all
of my heart.”

We ate our dinner over candlelight at our
dining room table. We were affectionate all through the evening. As
I climbed into bed that night thoroughly exhausted and satiated I
knew that life on earth didn’t get much better than this.

I had so much to be thankful for. I had my
Trey and Preston; I'd found my father who I adored and who adored
me; I had my best friend, Gina; I had Trey’s wonderful family that
I loved dearly.

God had blessed me in so many ways. Trey and
I drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other’s arms.

It was much later when we were both awakened
by a ruckus coming from Gina and Tristan’s room. I awoke first
hearing the loud voices. I rose up looking at the clock on the
nightstand. It was nearly 1:00 a.m. Trey awakened right after I
did.

“
What the hell's going on?”
he asked, groggily.

“
I think maybe Tristan and
Gina are arguing.”

“
Jesus Christ, what
now?”

We lay there listening to what was taking
place.

“
I love you Tristan, can’t
you see that?” Gina was crying; her tone was pleading.

“
How can I fucking believe
anything you say, Gina?”

Tristan was enraged. I'd never thought that
he had it in him to sound so angry.

“
Because it's the truth,
Tristan! Why are you letting Ian come between us?”

“
Me?” he asked, his tone
sounding incredulous. “How can you possibly say it’s me? My God,
Gina - Ian didn’t come between you and me. No, by God, he came
between your fucking legs!”

“
What the hell?” Trey said,
starting to get up out of bed.

“
No, stay out of this. It's
between Gina and Tristan.”

“
What? What are you saying,
Tylar?”

“
I’m just saying that
whatever their issue is should stay between Tristan and Gina. We
don’t need to be involved.”

“
I’m thinking you know
exactly what the issue is. You're protecting Gina at the expense of
my goddamn brother!”

Trey was shouting at me; he hadn’t done that
in a very long time.

“
Trey it’s not like that at
all. I’m not protecting anyone. I don’t want you or me to be
involved in this.”

“
That’s too fucking late,
Tylar,” he spat. “If you or your fucking BFF or whatever it is you
two call each other have somehow conspired to hurt my brother, then
it damn well is my business.”

“
I'd never conspire to hurt
anyone, Trey!” I sobbed. “How could you possibly think
that?”

“
Then, for the love of God
tell me what you know. Tell me now.”

I was sobbing by this time. I'd completely
shut out the argument that was still going on between Gina and
Tristan. This had been a perfect night for me and Trey; it had
turned into a nightmare in minutes. I relented and told Trey the
details of Gina’s pregnancy. He was horrified I'd not told him
sooner.

“
You mean to tell me you
were going to sit by silently and let that bitch make a fool out of
my brother?”

“
Trey, for God sakes, in all
likelihood that baby is Tristan’s. I encouraged Gina to be upfront
with Tristan because I felt he'd understand. My God, her last time
with Ian was before she was ever with Tristan.”

“
Oh, so that makes it
alright? She had a fucking obligation to let Tristan know what had
happened with her and Ian once she found out she was
pregnant.”

“
Trey, I agree with you. Had
I been in Gina’s situation that's exactly what I'd have done; but
it wasn't my decision to make.”

“
I get that, Tylar,” he
replied, “but let’s face it. If anyone has any influence over Gina,
it's you. You could have persuaded or convinced her to talk to
him.”

“
It wasn't my place to do
that and you know it! I’m sorry, but Gina was making her decisions
long before she met me. I don’t come into someone’s life and
suddenly take the wheel like that.”

“
Oh, so now what are you
saying? You think I’m a ‘Nazi’ just like Gina says?”

I was totally getting pissed with the whole
conversation. It had somehow morphed into a major fight between
Trey and me on our magical night together. I suddenly felt like
going into the bathroom and giving myself a high-pressured douche
just in case we'd conceived. I didn't deserve to be at the
receiving end of his anger.

“
Well, I guess if the
swastika fits, counselor . . .”

Trey immediately threw the covers off of us
and exited the bed with his pillow and a blanket.

“
Where the hell are you
going?”

“
I’m going to sleep on the
couch, Tylar. I guess I don’t know who you are anymore!”

He barreled out of the room slamming the door
behind him. I buried my face into the pillow. From somewhere out in
the apartment I heard another door slam. I was still sobbing when I
felt someone climb up on the bed.

“
Trey,” I said turning my
tear-stained face from the pillow.

“
No, girlfriend, it’s me,”
Gina said whimpering.

She was all cried out I could tell.