Baby Love Lite (44 page)

“
I want to make love, baby.
We’re going to be apart for several days.”

“
My diaphragm isn’t in,
sweetie.”

He moaned, releasing me from his grasp. “I
thought you were going to see your doctor about using something
else?”

“
I haven’t had a lot of time
in case you hadn’t noticed.”

I finished packing and showered. As I
prepared to insert my diaphragm that I'd coated with the
spermicidal jelly, I suddenly changed my mind.

Trey and I wanted more children. We were
secure in our love and our marriage. We certainly hadn't planned
for Preston but when I held her, nurtured her and watched her grow
a little bit every day, I realized that we couldn’t have planned
any better.

Sometimes the most precious things in life
are the result of just letting life happen. For tonight, I decided
I'd just let life happen. Whatever to be was to be. The thought
excited me. I turned out the bathroom light leaving my diaphragm in
its case and climbed into our bed with Trey. The game was on now
and he was watching it. I curled up next to him, my fingers lightly
tracing the path down his ‘treasure trail’ to underneath the
elastic waistband of his boxers.

I gently massaged his manhood and in moments
he rose to the occasion. I slipped his boxers down and leaned into
him, taking him into my mouth. He was fisting my hair and his
breathing deepened as I took the full length of him into my mouth,
gently sucking and swirling him from tip to root. He pushed me onto
my back and quickly pulled my panties off of me. He lifted my
nightie over my head and hovered over me. His lips traced a warm
and sensuous path around my nipples; his fingers gently plied them
and massaged them. He continued south where his tongue and fingers
worked their magic inside the folds of my womanhood. I moaned
softly, spreading my legs wanting him inside of me.

“
Is that a hint,
Tylar?”

Trey smiled as he rose back up and found my
lips with his. I felt his hands part my thighs further as he
lowered himself into me pressing deeply with his initial
thrust.

“
Mmmm,” I moaned, wrapping
my legs around his hips to draw him in deeper.

I raised my pelvis up to meet his thrusts. He
was rolling his hips in a circular motion doing everything I loved.
I felt myself quicken with each of this thrusts. I felt so
emotional at the moment. I was going to be apart from Trey for the
longest period of time that I'd been away from him since he came to
Radcliff to confront me when I was pregnant. I wasn’t typically a
needy person but it was different for some reason. I was going into
the unknown by myself.

He was speeding up his momentum; he moaned
and whispered things to me like he always did when we were this
intimate.

He told me that I was beautiful and perfect;
the same things that my father had told my mother. I pulled his
face to mine my hands braced on either side and kissed him
passionately, moaning at the pleasure I felt at my core.

“
I love you, Trey Michael,”
I whispered to him, planting kisses on his lips his face and his
neck, “I love you, so very much.”

Our orgasms crashed around us taking us to
heights of pleasure that we'd visited before but not quite so
perfect as they were right this second in time.

“
Umm Tylar, I love you.
You're my angel,” he whispered hoarsely against my lips. He moaned
softly as his manhood throbbed his love into me over and over
again. I clutched him to me as we wound down. We fell asleep curled
around each other content in our love and passion.

Trey took Preston and I to the airport the
next morning. I'd dressed her in a dark royal blue velvet dress,
tights and her black dress coat and matching winter hat. We put her
mittens on her hands and had a difficult time getting her to keep
them on during the ride to the airport. Trey kept kissing both of
us like he'd never see us again. I finally pulled away from him as
the monitor said our flight was ready to board and we hadn’t gone
through security yet.

“
Trey, sweetie, I'll call as
soon as we land and cell phones are permitted again.” I laughed,
hugging him.

Preston was a good traveler. She curled up
and slept in my lap. When we arrived in Baton Rouge there was a man
holding a sign that said ‘Tylar Sinclair.’ I wondered if I should
be put-out that my father hadn’t come personally to the airport.
The man with the sign was his driver apparently. His name was
Darryl. He got our luggage into the limo and we started out on the
ride to my father’s estate.

Darryl’s words - not mine.

My dad’s estate was about a half an hour from
the airport in a rural area. There was a long, winding drive up to
the main house that was lined in magnolia trees currently not in
bloom. I spotted a barn with a riding arena just past the house.
Did my father have horses?

Darryl drove the car up the circular drive to
the front of the house. He got out of the limo and opened the door
for Preston and me. The large entrance door to my father’s mansion
was apparently opened by a couple of workers on his staff. I
carried Preston up the concrete steps to the large front porch of
this antebellum mansion. There was house staff lined up on the
porch to greet us.

A short, black-haired woman with hawkish
features stepped forward first. She had thick ankles and a hairdo
that looked like it dated back to the 1960’s. I could see the
whisker chin hairs that she hadn’t bothered to pluck. I guessed her
to be in her mid-sixties. Her dress was black with a crisp white
pinafore apron tied around the waist.

“
Mrs. Sinclair,” she greeted
me stiffly, “I'm Karen Deeny, Judge Tylar’s head of staff here.
I'll see to your every need and comfort.”

I actually had chills for some reason. There
was no warmth about her whatsoever. She seemed distant and empty.
She instructed another servant by the name of Edie to take show us
to our suite upstairs. I clutched Preston all that much tighter to
me.

Our suite was gorgeous. My room had a lovely
ornate canopy bed; the adjoining room was Preston’s nursery
outfitted with a dark cherry wood crib, changing table, play suite
with all kinds of stuffed animals and Fischer Price toys.

I unpacked our suitcase while Preston crawled
around on the thick carpet exploring the suite and pulling some of
the stuffed animals off of the shelves in her nursery clutching
them tightly.

I needed to call Trey since
it'd slipped my mind once we'd landed. I got Preston settled in the
fenced play suite in her room that had an array of stuffed toys and
a princess castle that she could crawl in and out of at her leisure
and then
gave Trey a call from my cell
phone.

“
Hi, baby,” he answered
after the phone had only rang a couple of times. “Is everything
okay?”

“
Oh, Trey,” I said already
missing him. “This place is awesome but I haven’t even seen Dad
yet, just a handful of servants. I so wish you were here with
me.”

“
Baby, I wanted to be there
with you but you didn't say a word about wanting me there. I didn’t
want to intrude on your time getting to know your
father.”

“
You've taken off work so
much because of me. I just didn’t want you to feel obligated or
that I couldn’t handle this by myself. You're a senior partner. You
don’t need these kinds of distractions,” I replied.

He gave a heavy sigh, “You're my first
priority. Do you want me there?”

“
Only if your being here
won’t majorly disrupt one of your cases.”

“
Then I'll be there first
flight I can get out of Atlanta tomorrow okay?”

“
Thank you, Trey. I love
you.”

“
I love you too, baby. Give
our little ‘Vampira’ a kiss from Daddy, okay?”

“
Okay,” I replied smiling.
“I'll see you soon.”

There was a knock on the door to our suite
shortly after I'd gotten off the phone with Trey. It was Karen
announcing Judge Tylar was home and there was tea being served
downstairs in his study.

Preston had crawled up to the prune-faced
Karen and had placed her hands around the thick tree-trunk ankles
of the ‘no-nonsense’ servant.

“
I’ve got her,” I said,
scooping Preston up in my arms. “Please tell my father that we'll
be down shortly.”

“
Of course, Mrs. Sinclair,”
the servant responded taking her leave.

I quickly freshened up and then gathered my
baby into my arms, ready to face the father I'd only seen once in a
crowded court room when I'd not been at my best. I looked at
Preston adorable in her royal blue velvet dress and tights.

“
Showtime,” I said to her,
kissing her brow gently.

CHAPTER 43

My father was in the drawing room as Preston
and I were escorted there by the frigid midget. I clutched my baby
girl close to me.

“
Tylar,” my dad said coming
to me and embracing me warmly. “Forgive me for not being able to
come to the airport but I think you'll be pleased with what I've
found out. Is this my grandbaby?”

“
Yes, Dad, this is Preston
Michaela Sinclair. She's actually seven months old
today.”

“
May I hold her?”

“
Of course,” I
smiled.

He held his arms out and Preston immediately
gave him her dimpled grin and reached for him. He took her from me
talking to her and telling her what a beautiful little girl she was
just like her mother.

“
Actually Dad, she resembles
Trey considerably.”

“
Nonsense, daughter,” he
replied, “I can see Marley and you in her just as plain as
day.”

“
By the way, Trey's joining
us here tomorrow. I hope that’s okay?”

“
Absolutely,” he answered,
“I was remiss in not including him in the invitation initially. I
presumed he had a busy schedule with his firm.”

“
Being a senior partner has
its perks, I guess.”

Dad carried Preston over to a birdcage in the
corner where a couple of parakeets were chirping and flapping
around.

“
Preston those are
‘birdies’,” he said annunciating the word, patiently pointing and
repeating it several times to her. She spoke some gibberish and
then leaned over closer to the cage to get a good look. She became
excited as she watched the birds squawk and lift their tail
feathers and flutter around the gilded cage. She looked over at me
her eyes shining and pointed to the cage. She mumbled something
unintelligible, which I could only guess was her word for
'bird.'

“
She's quite intelligent,”
my father responded.

“
Again,” I replied, “she
gets that from Trey.”

He looked over at me quizzically; his
expression one of surprise. He soon realized that he'd been exposed
to some of my dry humor and he smiled.

“
Ah yes,” he said, “I recall
getting a glimpse of that sense of humor of yours the first time I
saw you in court when Mr. Louderdick wouldn’t shut up.”

I chuckled at my dad and the way that he
seemed so normal without his judicial robes; not the stodgy judge
with the intimidating expression that had glared at the windbag
attorney that day.

Just then, Ms. Deeny came into the room
carrying a silver tray with an ornate teapot and delicate china
cups and saucers. There was a platter in the center with tea
biscuits, biscotti and graham crackers. My father motioned for me
to sit down in a high back chair. He was still holding Preston in
his arms as he sat across from me. Ms. Deeny set the tray on the
coffee table between us.

“
Will there be anything
else, Judge?”

“
Not at the moment. Thank
you, Ms. Deeny.”

He turned from her dismissively. It almost
seemed as if he wasn’t fond of the frigid midget either.

“
She’s not very warm and
fuzzy is she?” I commented as I poured our tea. I handed him his
cup on the saucer.

“
That’s an understatement,”
my father replied, stirring a sugar cube into his tea. “She was
very committed to my wife. She doesn’t like the fact that you
represent my infidelity to Olivia while we were engaged. I believe
that my wife likely took her into her confidence early on when the
‘negotiations’ were being conducted behind my back between your
Uncle Matthew and Olivia.”

My father set his teacup down as Preston
squirmed against him spotting the graham crackers on the tray. She
recognized the graham crackers. That was one of her favorite
snacks. She leaned over toward the tray, her little hand clasping
and unclasping as she whined for a cracker.

“
Of course, darling, Grandpa
will get you a cracker.”

Dad reached for a graham cracker handing it
to her; she immediately started chewing on it.

“
Dad, she'll have that
cracker a soggy mess all over you within a few minutes.”

“
That’s not a problem,
Tylar,” he laughed. “I want to enjoy all the things that I missed
with you.”

I sipped my tea as my father filled me in on
what we were going to do the following day. My dad’s P.I. had
located Trinity LaFleur. We'd be going to Vidalia to visit her at a
pre-arranged time. It was less than a two hour drive. I told him
about the key and the note from my mother instructing Trinity to
give Maggie an envelope that had been in the other blue velvet
jewelry box’s false bottom.

“
How strange it is,” he
said, “When I gave those to your mother, I'd no clue that the boxes
would prove to be more valuable than the jewelry
itself.”