Baby Love Lite (28 page)

“
You say the silliest things
sometimes. I was talking about his not hating the idea of my
investment not sex.”

“
I didn’t mean to get you
bent out of shape, baby,” he replied studying my
reaction.

“
Speaking of Tristan,” I
said anxious to change the topic of sex, “Are you two still on
speaking terms after last night?”

“
I think we’re good,” Trey
replied. “I apologized to him. I was under the influence of alcohol
and jealousy after all. My brother knows how I roll.”

"So, you really don’t care for Libby either,
do you?”

“
I guess that’s no secret
anymore,” he replied sardonically. “You know I really wanted to
like her, for Tristan’s sake. He hasn’t had a serious relationship
for several years. Not since Tara. This just happened so fast and
the way she cracks that whip, pardon the pun, is disturbing; at
least to me.”

“
I know,” I said, picking at
another biscuit. “Do you think he'll see the light before they set
a date?”

“
I certainly hope so,” he
replied in a serious tone.

“
Getting back to the subject
of the club, you'll be here with Preston tonight when I have to go
in, right?”

“
Yes, Tylar,” he
said.

“
But you and Gina need to
work out your schedules so that I can know in advance as to whether
we need to keep Jean on longer during the afternoons when you go
in.”

“
I know, honey,” I replied.
“I'll get with Gina on Sunday we when go over the week’s receipts
and set a schedule in place. This all just happened so
quickly.”

“
You’re telling
me.”

Preston started squirming in her high chair;
her little face was beet red.

Uh oh - I know that look.

Trey laughed as he heard her grunt a couple
of times with her reddened face.

“
Your turn, baby,” he
teased, clearing our dishes. “It sounds like a triple
gagger.”

Hmmph,” I said, lifting her out of the high
chair. “Gagging is for wimps.”

I gave Trey a smile and a wink as I took the
baby into the nursery to clean her up and start her bath.

The day flew by and I was once again getting
ready for work. Trey came into the bathroom as I was finishing up
my make-up. I'd pulled my hair up this evening into a ponytail. He
slid up behind me, leaning down and placing warm and sensual kisses
on my neck.

“
Mmmm,” I sighed. “I hate
leaving.”

“
I hate that you have to
leave, baby. I want more of what we had last night.”

“
Which reminds me,” I said.
“You and I need to talk about that.”

“
About what?”

“
About the fact we had
unprotected sex. Trey, I'm not ready for another baby
yet.”

“
Oh, Christ Tylar, do you
think you're going to get pregnant not using birth control one
time?”

“
Uhh….how did Preston get
here sweetie?”

“
That had to be a long shot
statistically,” he remarked.

“
Statistics or not Trey, I
do realize that a diaphragm requires advance planning and it
doesn’t lend itself to spontaneity; condoms don’t let either of us
really feel each other. Since I'm weaning her off the breast
perhaps there are other options I need to explore. I'll make an
appointment with my doctor, okay?”

“
Okay, sweetie,” he replied,
“but I do want another baby before too long.”

“
I'd like a couple of years
between them. Let’s get settled in our new home first. We can start
trying again next summer, okay?”

“
It'll be my pleasure, Mrs.
Sinclair. Here,” he said, holding up my wedding set that I'd once
again placed on the vanity while I'd put my make-up on and fixed my
hair. “Put this on."

I was nuzzled out of my sleep on Sunday
morning by my horny husband wanting to play. “Trey, please,” I
whined. “I love you seven ways from Sunday, baby, but I'm so tired.
I didn’t get home until 3:00 a.m.”

“
I know,” he said, kissing
my face and neck. “You're keeping pretty late hours for a married
woman.”

“
Trey -”

“
Okay, okay, sweetie, go
back to sleep. I’ll take care of our baby this morning. Don’t
forget though, we are supposed to have lunch with Tristan and Libby
at one.”

“
Yeah, okay. Make sure I’m
up by 11:00 a.m., please?”

“
Will do, baby,” he said
rolling out of bed to get a fussing Preston from her
room.

At 11:00 a.m. Trey was promptly in our room
with Preston. He'd dressed her horribly. He put her down on the bed
where she quickly crawled over to me smiling. She cuddled against
me. “Hi, baby girl,” I said yawning. “What are you wearing?”

“
Oh,” Trey said grinning, “I
thought maybe I'd get her dressed up a bit for lunch.” He'd dressed
her in a red, black and green tartan plaid wool pleated skirt with
a brown turtle neck sweater. He'd put dark blue knit tights on her
and brown boots.

“
Thanks, sweetie,” I said
smiling at him mentally gagging at the obvious clashing of colors
and style.

“
Do you want something to
eat before we meet Tristan for lunch? I made some sweet rolls and
coffee earlier.”

Trey was being so damn sweet my heart swelled
with the love I had for him. So what if he was color blind? He had
so many other great qualities I decided. “Thanks, honey, it sounds
good,” I said getting out from the covers and stretching. “I think
I'll have a little something.”

I managed to re-dress Preston before we left
changing out the brown sweater for a red one that matched the red
in her plaid skirt. I substituted black knit tights and black dress
shoes for her feet. I brushed her hair up into a little ponytail
sprout. She looked adorable.

We met Tristan and Libby at an upscale
restaurant in Buckhead called “Sunday’s.” It was well known for the
Sunday brunch menu they offered. Libby was dressed in her usual
impeccable style that seemed distant from her sexual and social
tastes. She'd worn her long blond hair down straight with a black
fedora hat perched saucily on her head. She'd dressed in a black
wool skirt that was straight cut with a slit up the back with black
leather boots that sported silver spurs as accents.

Libby seemed out of sorts that we'd brought
the baby with us. She'd made a comment that she had little
experience with children since she'd been raised by a nanny because
her parents had traveled extensively. She'd been an only child.

We ordered our lunch. Preston was seated at
the end of the table in a high chair. I'd packed some graham
crackers for her to snack on. She'd eaten some pureed bananas and
had nursed before we left. I tied her bib on her knowing how messy
she could get with her crackers.

Libby ordered a double Bloody Mary and
quiche; Trey and I ordered Spanish omelets and iced tea; Tristan
ordered a spinach salad and club soda. Our conversation consisted
of catching up as to how things were going with Tristan’s expanded
winery. It would be in full production by the first of the year.
Libby filled us in on the end of year close-out sales at the
various boutiques and sex shops in the distribution chain of
Sexabella Products. She told Trey she could hook him up with some
stocking stuffers for Christmas at a large discount. She handed him
her card which he pocketed. I made a mental note to toss it in the
trash when I did laundry.

The waitress brought Libby her second Bloody
Mary and I noticed once again how much attention she was paying to
Trey. I couldn’t understand why Tristan was oblivious to it.

Tristan and I were having a side conversation
about the club. He said he would like to discuss a business venture
with me later concerning the club and his interest in buying into
it.

He said that he had some solid ideas that
would benefit all concerned. I told him I'd be more than happy to
discuss it. The truth was I'd entertain another partner as long as
Gina approved as I really needed to cut my hours there. I missed
Trey and the baby too much on the weekends.

Preston had been gumming her graham crackers
for a few minutes and naturally had a soggy mess going on with her
fingers and around her mouth. I pulled my cloth napkin out wiping
her mouth and fingers. She passed some gas and giggled at the
sound. In a few moments Trey noticed her cheeks getting beet red
and he nudged me. I looked over and saw the same just as she
grunted audibly.

“
Oh, for God’s sake,” Libby
commented, rolling her eyes in disgust and waving her hand around
her nose as if she was about to pass out. “That smells terrible. It
has simply killed my appetite.”

“
Now, baby,” Tristan
consoled her, reaching over to rub her cheek, “that's just what
babies do.”

“
That’s why they’re gross,”
she said still fanning her face.

“
Think about it; one day
we'll have one of our own that will be making a mess with his or
her crackers and crapping in their diaper whenever they feel the
need.”

“
The hell you say,” she said
laughing, downing the rest of her drink. “I don’t do diapers,
baby.”

“
Then I'll change them all,
sweetheart,” he said, kissing her lightly on the nose.

I lifted Preston out of her high chair and
grabbed her diaper bag taking her to the restroom to change her.
What was in Preston’s diaper at the moment was preferable to what
was being said at our table. It was getting a bit too deep out
there for me. It was obvious that Libby didn’t possess a maternal
instinct. Tristan was certainly blinded by something.

Thankfully the restroom was equipped with a
changing station. I had to pull off Preston’s shoes and tights to
get to the offensive diaper. I finally got her cleaned up, changed
and re-dressed. When we got back to the table Trey was sitting
there by himself. Our food had arrived. I put Preston back in the
high chair and sat down.

“
Where’s Tristan and Libby,”
I asked, looking around.

“
They left.”

“
What? Why?”

“
Libby claimed that the
smell of baby poop had made her nauseous; they had their food boxed
up to go.”

“
You're kidding,
right?”

“
Nope; dead serious. She’s
quite a piece of work. I can’t believe Tristan tolerates her
shit.”

“
I can’t either,” I said
cutting into my Spanish omelet.

“
Tristan said to let you
know he'll stop by the club Monday afternoon before he heads back
to Bristol to discuss his business proposition. What’s that
about?”

“
Oh,” I replied, “Tristan is
interested in buying into the club. He wants to distribute his wine
in this area and said something about having the Sanctuary carry it
exclusively.”

“
Sounds like he might want
to buy you out,” Trey commented.

“
Would that please you,
Trey?”

“
I’m not going to lie; it
would make me happy. Ultimately, that's your decision to
make.”

I asked Trey to drop me by the club on our
way home so that I could help Gina get the weekly receipts
categorized for the accountant.

“
How long will you be there
today?” he questioned, not hiding his irritation.

“
Don’t worry. I’ll have Gina
drop me back at home so you can watch football
uninterrupted.”

“
It’s not that, baby. We
haven’t seen each other all weekend. I work through the week and
now you'll be working mostly weekends and some evenings during the
week. When will we have our time?”

“
We’ll figure it out,
Trey.”

I leaned over and gave him a kiss before I
got out of the car. Gina’s car was in the lot along with the
cleaning crew’s van. We were out of there in about an hour and a
half. I mentioned to her as she drove me home about Tristan’s
interest in the club. I hoped she'd be receptive to it.

“
Hey, I’ve got no problem
with hearing his proposal tomorrow,” she said. “It just better not
include that blonde bitch he’s engaged to.”

“
Not too many people in the
Libby fan club, it seems,” I replied. “Finally, you and Trey agree
on something.”

“
So, the Hot Nazi doesn’t
care for her either?”

“
He can’t stand her. Are you
surprised?”

She shrugged and continued driving.

“
What, Gina?”

“
Well, I didn’t say anything
the other night because it was obvious that you were already
knee-deep in drama, but that chick was all over Trey every time
Tristan went to piss or got another drink at the bar.”

“
What?” I screeched, fuming
that Gina hadn't told me this until now.

“
Calm down, Tylar. It wasn’t
like Trey reciprocated or asked for the attention. You know damn
well I’d have taken action on my own, if that was the
case.”

“
Define all-over-Trey for
me, please.”

“
Well, she'd touch him, you
know? Like if she laughed, she'd toss her hair back and brush her
hand against his shoulder or chest, lean into him, stuff like that.
I could tell Trey wasn't comfortable with it at all.”

I relayed to Gina the episode this afternoon
at the restaurant with Libby.