Be My Baby (14 page)

"I think it's just nerves all of a sudden,"
I replied sitting on my bed.

"Take your time," he replied picking up
Preston. "Everything will be okay sweetheart."

He closed my bedroom door softly behind him.
I sat on the bed for what seemed like an eternity trying to shake
the jittery feeling that I had. It was a feeling of impending doom.
I had not considered the fact that Trey might very well have come
to a decision about us. The fact that he hadn't called or texted me
for a week now spoke volumes. He wanted a divorce. It was plain to
me now. How stupid could I have been to think that he would forgive
me for what I had done last week?

My palms were sweaty and I felt shaky. I
went to the bathroom and looked at my reflection. I had taken pains
with my make-up, hair and attire. But the face that looked back at
me in the mirror was still the face of a slut.

Someone knocked on my bedroom door. I knew
it was my father checking up on me. I couldn't face Trey and he was
going to encourage me to go down there. I had no right to intrude
on Trey's time with Preston. That was why he was here. Not for me
but for Preston.

The knocking continued. I needed to be alone
now. There was nothing my father could say that would ease my
torment. The realization of what I had done was plainly out of my
sense of denial where it had been conveniently tucked away; it was
now making its debut in my conscious reality where it belonged. I
sickened myself.

"I'm okay Dad," I yelled from the bathroom
still looking at the slut in the mirror.

"It's Trey," the voice called out. "May I
come in?"

Oh my God. He's here to deliver the news to
me now. Why let it hang over us all weekend like a big, black
cloud? Better to get it out there now so the specifics can be
addressed. Things like custody, visitation - perhaps he wanted
custody. Perhaps Trey didn't want a slut raising his daughter.

I swallowed nervously. It was time to pay
the piper.

"Come in," I said my voice loud but
quivering.

I turned and left the bathroom as Trey came
through the door, closing it softly behind him. He stood there
studying me for a moment. I couldn't read him because he was
expressionless. He looked gorgeous I thought to myself as I drank
in his presence; and to think that he used to be mine. I felt the
tears well up; one tear escaped and then another followed running
down each cheek.

I clasped my hands up to my face as if in
prayer. Trey looked at me quizzically not making a move to do
anything.

"What is it?" he finally asked almost in a
whisper. "What are you going to tell me Tylar? Just say it,
please?"

I realized then that Trey was just as
frightened as I was. Did he think that I was going to tell him that
I wanted the marriage over? Did he think that I was going to tell
him I couldn't forgive what he had done? Then I remembered what
Gina had told me. We each needed to deal with forgiving each
other's actions. She said that we were even in the blame game.

"Oh Trey," I said closing the distance
between us. I was in his arms in two seconds and he had them
wrapped around me tightly.

"I am so sorry Trey. Can you ever forgive
me?"

"Oh God Tylar," he rasped, his voice thick
with emotion, "I thought you were going to tell me it was over
between us. Of course you are forgiven. There would be no need for
you to even ask for forgiveness had I not done what I did."

"Trey I love you with all of my heart. I
would forgive you anything," I said sobbing.

He held me tightly in his strong arms as I
sobbed and buried my face into his chest. He rocked me back and
forth talking to me in his soothing way. He moved me over to the
bed and pulled me down to sit next to him. He captured my face with
his hands and lowered his mouth to mine kissing me warmly and
passionately."

"I love you so much," he whispered against
my lips. "Please come back to me Tylar. I need you."

"I need you too, Trey. I want to come
home."

He held me against him for several minutes,
stroking my ponytail.

"I am so glad your hair is back to normal,"
he said.

I looked up at him and saw that he had been
crying too. His sapphire eyes were bright with his love and his
sadness.

"I'm trying to get back to normal with
everything," I said.

I shared with him that I had visited my
father's physician and had started back on antidepressants. I also
told him about the counseling.

"What do you say that you and I go to
counseling back home?" he asked.

"Oh Trey I think that would be wonderful," I
replied. "There was a reason that we grew apart. I want to find out
what it was so that it never happens again."

"Me too, baby," he replied, softly kissing
my face and hair.

Trey and I started kissing again. I was
curled up on his lap and I felt so happy and in love. I didn't want
to stop. His hands were all over my body claiming me as his.

A knock at the door interrupted us. I heard
my father's voice in the hall.

"Preston is saying 'doody," he said
loudly.

"What?" Trey asked, looking mystified.

I immediately jumped up and opened the
door.

My father handed her over to me and left. I
think he was fairly certain that Trey and I were in the process of
making up.

"Daddy, doodee," Preston said over and over
again.

"Is she calling me 'Daddy Doody' now?" Trey
asked.

"No silly," I laughed carrying her into my
bathroom. I lowered her panties grateful that my father had gotten
her up here in time.

She took a seat on her potty chair totally
comfortable with having an audience. She grunted a couple of times
and then stood up to look.

"See Daddy," she squealed proudly as she
pointed to her potty chair bowl, "Doodee."

Trey praised her repeatedly. She was proud
of herself and was grinning at both of us. Unfortunately, she
didn't think to sit back down on her potty again before the urine
started running down her legs.

"Uh oh," she said letting it all out.

"I see that she's not all of the way there
yet," Trey remarked.

"Nope. She does much better with 'Doodee'
than with 'Pee-pee' it seems."

"Well Daddy is still very proud of his
Preston," he said to her as he helped me remove her soaked knee
socks and now wet panties.

"Trey could you clean her up and put fresh
panties on her while I clean up in here?"

"Sure baby," he said leaning in and kissing
me again warmly.

Once we had Preston taken care of we went
downstairs for lunch. Trey's luggage was in the entry hall.

"Trey I can take your luggage up," my father
offered with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "The same suite you
had last time?"

Trey shifted uncomfortably next to me.

"My suite Dad," I said flashing him a grin,
"And thanks."

I looked over at Trey who was clearly happy
that the issue had been handled.

Trey, Preston and I spent the afternoon
together. Trey took my father's place as the 'horsey' in the fort
building and subsequent demolishing exercise with Preston's blocks.
He read to her and got her settled in for her nap.

"Do you want to take a walk?" he asked me
once she was down asleep.

"Sure, let me grab a jacket."

We walked along the riding trails hand in
hand for more than an hour. Trey filled me in on the argument that
had occurred between himself and Tristan. I didn't share with him
that Gina had already filled me in. He said that he had phoned
Tristan at the airport and apologized for being such a whiney ass.
I was glad that they were back on good terms.

Nigel and Tess's surrogate mother was due
anytime. Her original due date was November 2nd, but the doctor had
said she could go anytime. Trey reminded me that Tristan's birthday
was the 30th which was a week from tomorrow. I couldn't believe how
fast that year had gone by.

"Will you be home by then?" he asked me
tentatively.

"I want to be Trey. Did my father tell you
that the prosecution testimony begins on Monday in Matthew's
case?"

"Yes he mentioned that when he called
yesterday. That is why I am staying through Monday. Your father is
on the bench Monday and he thought perhaps I should be with you in
court since he couldn't."

"I hope you didn't have to shuffle one of
your cases around to do that Trey."

"Sweetie, you know I will be with you no
matter what. I can stay through next week if you want."

I stopped and turned to him looking up into
his amazing blue eyes.

"You really will, Trey? I need to see what
evidence they present relative to my mother."

"Of course I will, baby. I'll work from
here. There aren't any court appearances scheduled next week
anyway."

I was relieved that Trey would be with me
during this portion of Matthew's trial. The last time I saw him in
court he had totally creeped me out.

"So what else did my dad say to you on the
phone yesterday?" I asked as we started walking again.

"He was pissed, I could tell. He told me he
didn't give a rat's behind about my drama or your drama; he said
when it came to Preston he did give a rat's behind."

I could picture my dad using the word
'behind' instead of 'ass.' He was sort of refined that way; I liked
how he rolled.

"What did he say to you this morning that
brought you upstairs?"

"Oh - that. I had barely spent five minutes
with Preston before he told me that I needed to go up to your room.
He said that you were waiting to tell me something. Of course, I
figured that you were going to tell me you wanted a divorce. Your
dad has a pretty stoic look about him. He is definitely hard to
read at times."

I smiled thinking about how my dad had
worked us both while not officially interfering. So that's what
dads do I thought to myself. How wonderful.

"Yes," I answered Trey, "Sometimes he is
very hard to read; other times not so much though."

CHAPTER 11

Trey and I bathed Preston and got her ready
for bed. Trey read to her while I showered and got into a silk
nightie. I was nervous. I knew that Trey and I would make love
tonight but it had been so long. We hadn't made love since before
Marley's stillbirth. I thought back to that day and how I had
blamed Trey for her death because of our having had sex the night
before I had started feeling ill.

How could I have been so hateful? Afterwards
I hadn't presented a very willing attitude towards Trey. I had been
cold and aloof towards him. I watched him now as he rocked Preston
and read to her. She was snuggled against him listening to his
smooth and silky voice. She would point to a picture and say the
name. They were so perfect to me.

I climbed into my bed as Trey finished with
her and put her in her crib. He left the door between the nursery
and our suite ajar.

"I'm going to grab a shower baby," he said
on his way to the bathroom. "I won't be long."

I shivered beneath the covers. Part of me
was anxious for the feel of Trey inside of me again; another part
of me was afraid that something might have changed. I couldn't
stand it if that was the case. I would blame myself, I knew.

Dr. Addison had prescribed the Depo-Provera
shot for me when I had my check-up at five weeks after losing
Marley. He said it would allow for more spontaneous interaction
with Trey and me. There hadn't been any 'interaction' since; I
hoped tonight would be the end of that streak.

Trey came out of the shower with his boxers
on and his tousled damp hair. He looked so much like 'my Trey'
again. I loved him so much. There was only one light on the
nightstand lit.

"Do you want me to turn my television on,
Trey?" I asked nervously.

"I don't think so Tylar," he said with a
wicked smile.

He was beside me in a moment under the
covers reaching for me. He wasted no time in removing my nightgown
from me.

His lips brushed mine warmly and gently; I
laced my arms around his neck pulling him closer. Our tongues
playfully explored one another tenderly. Trey whispered against my
lips.

"I want to make love to you Tylar; and then
I need to fuck you after that. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Trey," I replied softly against his
warm, sensuous lips.

He slowly and methodically made love to
every part of me; his lips traced a path to my breasts where his
tongue expertly brought each rosy peak to attention. He suckled
gently from each one, whispering to me that they were his. He went
lower still to where his fingers had already found their way into
the soft folds of my womanhood. He brought his mouth there, working
his tongue and his lips expertly and magically drawing soft moans
of pleasure from me. Once again he whispered to me that this
belonged to him.

"Trey, please?" I whined.

"Please what, Tylar?"

"I need you inside of me, right now."

"Patience, baby. I'm not quite finished
here."

His fingers were gently probing my special
spot inside; the palm of his other hand was gently pressing from
the outside.

It was exquisite pleasure; I felt myself
quickening. His tongue playfully circled and then flicked against
my swollen clitoris. I was into full blown moaning and whimpering
by now. I had never felt more glorious pleasure than what Trey was
giving me at this moment.

"That's it, baby," he coaxed softly. "Don't
hold back; go with it."

My orgasms swirled around me; I was in a
vortex of pure physical and emotional ecstasy. My hips gyrated
against his touch. I cried out his name again and again as my
climax released. I felt the wet release of my pleasure; I felt
Trey's mouth on me, drinking in the warm nectar of my orgasm.