Be My Baby (21 page)

The landline rang again in the kitchen.

(Who the fuck, now?)

Trey didn't miss a stroke as he reached
behind him on the counter and picked up the cordless. His lips
moved away from mine as he glanced to see who it was on the caller
i.d.

"It's Amber," he said continuing his rhythm
watching me.

"Answer it," I replied matching his
thrusts.

I saw a hint of amusement flicker across
Trey's face as he pushed the button for speaker so that I could
hear the conversation.

"Hello," he said in his smooth and now
totally sexy voice.

"Trey? It's Amber. Did Tylar mention that I
had called earlier to see if my jacket was in your car?"

"Ummm," he moaned, "Yeah, she did."

"Well is it?"

Trey positioned me back so that I was
resting on my elbows. This allowed a different angle for hitting my
sweet spot. I immediately responded to the heightened arousal. I
was soaking wet down there for him.

"Is it black?" Trey asked.

"Yeah."

"Is it leather?"

"Yes, it is. Did you find it?"

"How the hell did it get into my car?"

My ears perked up as Trey continued his
methodical pumping in and out of me.

"I accidently left it in there yesterday
afternoon when Pierce drove me to the courthouse."

"Accidently?" Trey asked her point
blank.

"Yes, of course, why?"

Trey's eyes locked with mine. I smiled at
him. He laid the phone down on the table behind me; his lips once
again found mine.

I moaned with pleasure. I loved the feel of
Trey inside of me. I loved the feel of leather under my ass as I
scooted to and fro on it to meet every thrust of his.

"That's it, baby," Trey crooned to me.
"You're almost there aren't you, baby?"

His sexy voice was the tiny little push I
needed to transcend into my perfect orgasm.

"Ummm that feels so good, Trey," I whimpered
as I quickened.

His thrusting now was growing in intensity
as he neared climax.

"I'm ready baby; God you feel so good,
Tylar. Take it all; that's my girl, take it all."

We both moaned in pleasure as our orgasms
crashed around us. It was hot and wet and totally sexy as we came
together. I felt myself contract around Trey and squeeze him to
fulfillment.

We kissed playfully as our orgasms wound
down. I smothered Trey with kisses. I loved him so much.

"I love you, Tylar."

"I love you, Trey."

From the table behind us where Trey had
placed the phone, we both heard Amber's voice at the same time
screeching from the speaker.

"What the hell? God damn it! Do you have my
jacket or not Trey?"

Trey slowly withdrew from me. Our combined
jisms dripped onto the black leather jacket that was still beneath
me.

Trey grabbed the phone. His breathing was
still ragged post-orgasm.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Amber. Yes, I
have located your jacket. I'm looking at it as we speak."

There was a moment of pure silence.

"Did I
interrupt . . .
something?" she
asked.

"Not a bit," Trey replied. "See you
Monday."

He pushed the 'end' button and tossed the
phone over on the counter.

"Come on baby - let's go shower," he said
taking me by the hand.

CHAPTER 16

Tristan's birthday celebration at 'Torchy's'
turned out to be a lot of fun. Trey's hangover had subsided enough
that he felt like having a few drinks. Gina got fairly lit and
Tristan entertained us with 'Trey' stories from when he was a
kid.

When Gina and I had gone to the restroom
earlier I had filled her in on what Amber had pulled earlier in the
day.

"Are you freaking serious?" she asked her
eyes widening.

I nodded and smiled.

"Trey actually fucked you while your bare
ass was on her leather jacket?"

I nodded again.

"And she actually stayed on the phone
listening to it?"

"Well Gina - it wasn't like she knew my ass
was on her jacket at the time."

Gina was giggling hysterically by this
time.

"I mean, do you think she
actually
knew
what you guys were doing?"

"Well, she did ask at the end if she had
interrupted anything."

"Oh my God! I bet she had her hand down her
panties the whole time!"

"Gina! That's gross."

"Just sayin' girlfriend," she replied with a
smirk.

I started giggling then thinking back on
it.

"What?" Gina asked.

"It's just that Trey has to take that jacket
to the office on Monday. It's got pecker tracks all over it."

"Eeww," Gina said, "Now
that is
gross
."

The band had started playing by the time
Gina and I returned to the table. It was a slow song. Tristan asked
Trey if he could borrow me for a dance.

"Just make sure that you bring her back,"
Trey replied.

Tristan had wanted to get me alone. Gina had
mentioned to him my interest in buying the cruise package deal from
him.

"Tylar, as far as I am concerned, that
cruise can be a gift from me to you and Trey."

"But Tristan, then it's as if we didn't get
you anything for Christmas."

"Look," he said, his emerald green eyes
capturing mine, "Do you realize how indebted I am to both of
you?"

I was totally clueless as to why he felt
indebted to us.

He apparently read my body language.

"If it hadn't been for you guys, I wouldn't
have met my soon-to-be wife and soul mate Gina; I wouldn't have my
beautiful son Reese, or my gorgeous niece Preston. Please let me do
this for you, Tylar. I know that you and Trey need some time
together away from all of this. Gina and I want you to have the
cruise and we also want you to know that we will keep Preston with
us, or at the very least, help Jean out while you're gone."

"Oh Tristan," I sighed smiling up at him.
"Have I told you lately that you are the best brother-in-law that a
girl could ever have?"

Tristan gave me a wicked little grin.

"I'm always happy to help my brother out.
Whether it be with a gift cruise or being the object of someone's
fantasy. That's what brothers do."

I looked up at him quickly and saw the
amusement dancing in his eyes. I felt my face blush beet red.

(Damn Gina!)

"I am so going to kill Gina," I hissed. "I
can't believe that she shared that with you."

"I think it actually slipped out
accidently."

"Accidently?"

"Yeah one night when she was hammered she
just kind of spilled it. I shouldn't have mentioned it to you," he
laughed.

"Tristan just please don't ever say anything
to Trey. He would not have a sense of humor about that at all."

"Hey," he said softly, "Not to worry. I
wouldn't dream of it. It was more amusing than anything else
because I know how infuriating Trey can be. I don't want to make
light of it though. I know you guys will work things out. Just know
that I'm 'Team Tylar' if he doesn't get his priorities
straight."

The song ended. Tristan gave me a hug before
we left the dance floor. When we got back to the table Trey was on
his Blackberry trying to hear whoever was on the other end talking
to him. I lip synced to Gina asking who it was. She shrugged her
shoulders indicating she hadn't a clue.

I hoped that it wasn't Amber checking on her
leather jacket again. The thought brought a giggle to me. Gina and
Tristan got up to dance. Finally Trey ended his call.

"That was Mom," he said. "Tess and Nigel
welcomed their baby boy about an hour ago. Everything is fine. The
baby is healthy and the family is ecstatic."

"Wow," I said, "He has the same birthday as
Tristan."

Somehow I hoped that this was an omen of
some sort; I has bothered me more than ever that their baby would
turn out to be Trey's. It would be difficult to tell though with
the similarities between the brothers. I suppose that is why it was
the perfect plan.

"She wanted to wish Tristan a 'Happy
Birthday' too. She wants him to call her when he gets back to the
table."

"Did she say what the baby looks like?" I
asked.

Trey gave me a sidelong glance.

"Didn't you really mean 'who'?"

"What? That's a typical question."

"She didn't go into any details," he
replied, taking my hand. "You're not going to get weird about this
are you?"

"No, Trey," I said suddenly overwhelmed by
the feeling of loss that I felt at not having Marley.

I quickly pushed the feeling aside. Now was
not the time or the place to grieve if that in fact was what that
feeling signaled.

Gina and Tristan returned to the table. Trey
shared the good news with them. Tristan went outside to call his
mother back.

When he returned he told us that she was
staying with Nigel and Tess for the next couple of weeks. She said
that they would be coming for Thanksgiving. She was looking forward
to having all of her sons, wives, significant others and
grandchildren in Bristol at Thanksgiving.

(I wasn't sure if I would be able to get
through another Sinclair holiday this year . . .)

When Trey and I got home I climbed the
stairs to our suite. I was still feeling out of sorts with the
birth of Tess's and 'whomever's' son. I knew that I couldn't share
this with Trey because that ship had sailed way back when he had
made the decision.

I got into my nightgown and climbed into our
bed. Trey came in a few minutes later and changed into his sweats
and a tee shirt. He joined me in our bed, pulling me close.

"Hey, is everything all right, sweetie?"

I looked over at him and I knew that I
couldn’t hide my sadness from him this time. I had done it all
those times before but it wouldn't allow me to ignore it this
time.

"No Trey. Everything is not okay."

"Tell me, baby. Tell me what's wrong."

"We lost our baby," I moaned, "We lost our
little Marley."

I dissolved into racking sobs with the
realization that I could no longer tuck this reality back into some
abstract place in my mind to be dealt with in the future; or not to
be dealt with at all.

Trey was on his knees pulling me up to him.
His arms encircled me as I continued to wail over our loss. I never
knew that my body contained so many tears. They had been building
up for awhile. These tears were only for Marley; no one else.

"There, baby," he said to me soothingly,
"Just let it out, sweetie. I know it hurts, doesn't it?"

I nodded into his shoulder still
sobbing.

"Why, Trey? Why did she die?"

"I don't have the answer to that question. I
just know that it was nothing you did or didn't do, okay?"

"And it was nothing that you did either,
Trey," I said. "How could I have said what I said to you?"

"You were in shock honey. You didn't mean
it."

By this time Trey was sitting on the bed. He
had pulled me into his lap. His fingers brushed the tears from my
face.

"Trey?"

"Yeah baby?"

"I don't want to have any more
children."

"Sweetie," he said, "Right now the pain is
too fresh. Give it some time. You may feel differently."

"I will give it some time but I don't think
that I will feel differently, Trey. I never want to feel this kind
of loss again."

Trey held me all through the night. My tears
and sobbing came in bits and pieces. He continued to soothe me,
staying awake, holding me in his strong arms. I dozed off
intermittently between the bouts of crying.

Trey got up Sunday morning before I did. I
knew that he hadn't gotten much sleep if any at all. He brought
Preston in once she was dressed.

She crawled over next to me on the bed.

"Mommie?"

I opened my eyes feeling her closeness and
hearing her sweet baby voice.

"Hi baby," I said to her smiling. A fresh
tear rolled down my cheek.

"Mommie sad?"

"Yes, Preston. Mommy is feeling kind of sad
today."

"Cancakes?"

"No honey; Mommy doesn't feel like making
pancakes this morning. Daddy will make pancakes for you."

She was watching me with her big blue eyes.
She didn't understand my sadness. God willing she would never have
to

experience this type of sadness in her
life.

She put her thumb in her mouth and nestled
down next to me on the bed. She didn't want to leave me. I fell
back to sleep.

Trey came back into our room at noon to wake
me up.

"Are you going to stay in bed all day sleepy
head?"

He was trying to cheer me up. I didn't
deserve to be cheered up right now.

"Where's Preston?" I asked.

"She is spending the day with her cousin,
Reese. Jean dropped her on her way to visit her daughter. She will
bring her back this evening."

"Trey you didn't need to send the baby away.
I can handle her."

"I know you can. I also know that you are
feeling sad. I thought maybe you and I would spend a quiet day at
home with just each other."

I moved over to where he was sitting on the
bed. He pulled me into his lap; he gently stroked my hair with his
hand.

"I ran you a nice bubble bath," he said
nodding toward the bathroom. "When you are finished I will have a
special lunch made for you."

I relaxed in my bubble bath thinking how
nice it would be to spend the day alone with Trey. Karla had
alluded to the fact that Trey and I needed to make time for each
other. That was why I wanted to surprise him with the cruise. I
would need to get busy with those arrangements soon.