Maybe Baby Lite (63 page)

“
I don’t want to be
pregnant when I get married. I set that bar a long time
ago.”

“
Okay,” she said, sighing,
“let me ask you these questions and you need to be totally honest
with me.”

I nodded.

“
Do you see yourself
spending your life with Trey?”

“
I want to.”

“
Suppose Trey would have
proposed to you
prior
to his knowing you were pregnant, would you have
accepted?”

I didn’t have to think
long or hard before answering. “I'd have insisted on an engagement
of a year or so before getting married.”

“
Then there you have it,”
Gina replied, beaming, “you get engaged, then everyone will know
you're with each other out of love. It's perfectly respectable to
marry after the baby is born. This isn’t 1957 after
all.”

“
I like it,” I said,
“there’s only one problem.”

“
Which is?”

“
Trey hasn’t officially
proposed since I put the kibosh on it a couple weeks ago. I’m not
going to suggest it, that’s for sure.”

“
You know, Tylar,” she
said looking at me seriously, “I’m not a huge fan of the Hot Nazi
but I have to say that he's done his part so far. Maybe you need to
do yours. You can always propose to him; show him how it’s
done.”

She squeezed me in a hug
just as there was a tap on the bedroom door. Trey walked in,
looking a tad sheepish. I think Gina intimidated him.

“
Gina, Ian’s in the living
room. He was worried when you were gone so long.”

“
Shit! I forgot all about
Ian. We gotta get to the club. Call me,” she ordered, pointing her
finger at me, disappearing out into the hallway. “Later Trey,” she
called over her shoulder.

Trey sat down on the bed
next to me, putting his arm around me. “Your soup's ready,” he said
softly. “Come on; let’s go eat.”

I couldn’t eat and I knew
it. There was a huge lump in my throat that needed to be resolved.
I turned to Trey, taking his hand in mine, looking into his
sapphire blue eyes. “Trey, I love you and only you. When I see my
future, I know that I want you in it every day. I know that we
aren’t perfect, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t perfect for
each other.” I raised his hand to my lips and kissed it.

“
Tylar,” be breathed,
pulling me to him, burying his face into my neck. “I love you and
only you. I wouldn’t want a future without you in it. I want you to
be my wife.”

“
Then why don’t you ask
me, Trey?”

He pulled back, staring at
me in sheer confusion. “I
have
asked you, Tylar.”

“
Not really. You have said
things like ‘I think we should be married’ or ‘I want you to have
my last name’ and now, ‘I want you to be my wife.’ Ask the big
question counselor.”

“
Tylar Jamie Preston, will
you please marry me?”

I lunged back into his
arms, hugging his neck tightly. “Yes I will, Trey!” Happy tears ran
down my cheeks.

“
Come on,” Trey said,
lifting me up, “let’s go eat something okay?”

We sat at the breakfast
bar, eating warmed-up Chunky soup and a salad that Trey had fixed.
“What’s in the bag over there?” Trey asked, nodding toward the
living room.

“
Gina brought me some of
her clothes. I want to expand my wardrobe.”

Trey frowned, “You know
that I can afford to buy you clothes, Tylar. No wonder Gina thinks
I’m some kind of Nazi,” he mumbled. “Saturday we're going shopping
for a ring,” he announced. “While we're at it, we will shop for
clothes as well. I want the future Mrs. Sinclair to continue making
the fashion statements she made today. By the way, are we going to
set a date for our wedding?”

“
Certainly,” I replied,
smiling warmly at my fiancée, “it’s still going to be after the
baby's born and I’ve lost my baby weight,” I informed him.
“Weddings take time to plan.”

“
I figured as much,” he
conceded, “just promise me that it’ll take place before our second
child’s born?”

“
I promise,
Trey.”

Trey offered to clean up
the kitchen so that I could shower before bed. I was cozy in bed by
the time Trey came in. He put Monday Night Football on in our room.
How flippin’ romantic I thought, especially on the night of our
engagement. Trey propped some pillows behind him and sat up in bed
to watch the game. I snuggled alongside him, resting my head on his
flat belly. He draped one arm over my back, gently rubbing it. I
lay there thinking of the day ahead and suddenly remembered that I
had to fill those forms out for H.R.

“
Trey, I've some forms to
fill out for H.R. due tomorrow. It’s the usual stuff but I’ll need
to list my address, emergency contact stuff so Janet will know
about our situation.”

“
Don’t worry about it.
I’ll talk to her in the morning. Besides, once you get your rock,
the secret will be out anyway. I want the world to know that you're
mine,” he replied, grinning.

“
Trey,” I said, tracing my
finger on his muscular bare chest, “there’s still one elephant in
the room that we didn’t discuss.”

He gazed down at me,
frowning slightly.

“
Your phone message from
Tess?’

“
I’d completely forgotten
about that with my obsession over you.”

“
So, will you call her
back?”

“
I didn’t plan to,” he
shrugged. “Why, do you want me to?”

“
Why’d she call in the
first place?”

“
I don’t know, perhaps to
congratulate me on my impending fatherhood?”

I doubted that but I
didn’t say so. The child she lost may not have been Trey’s but in
her rationalization she somehow blamed him or his purchase of
Derringer for her accident. It wasn't rational, but then she needed
someone to blame.

“
I’d prefer that you not
call her back,” I said.

“
Then I won’t. Get some
sleep now, Tylar.”

I laid my head back down
on his chest and drifted off.

The next few weeks passed
quickly. As promised, Trey went ring shopping and Gina and I went
clothes shopping. It was important to me that Trey chose my ring,
and I told him that I'd love anything he selected. He insisted I
take his credit card to buy clothes. Gina said that was “a guy
thing and not to look a gift horse in the fucking mouth.” She said
Ian generally tried to hide their credit cards from her.

Trey wanted to present my
engagement ring to me on Christmas Eve when we would be with his
family in Bristol. He said he wanted to share the joy with his
parents. I was anxious that our engagement might appear to upstage
his brothers’ visit. Trey told me not to be ridiculous.

We were driving to Bristol
on the 23
^rd
of December and his brothers were to arrive the following
day. Susan had planned a grand Christmas Eve dinner. I called
Denise to let her and Ray know that Trey and I'd be there for a
week. Denise was excited with the news. She knew that I was
expecting; Susan was telling everyone she ran into. I thought it
might bother Trey, but he was fine with it.

“
You must think I’m as
crotchety as my father,” he said, laughing. “Tylar, you and I are
expecting a child and I'm happy about it."

On the afternoon before we
were set to leave for Bristol I finally met Mrs. Harris. She came
to clean three days a week, always while I was at work. Trey and I
had arrived home early because the firm closed early for the
holiday. Mrs. Harris was just finishing up in the kitchen and Trey
introduced us. We chatted and I found her to be an absolute
treasure.

“
So you and Mr. Sinclair
are going away for the holidays?” she asked, politely.

“
Yes, Mrs. Harris,” I
replied, “we’ll be in Bristol until after the first. So no need to
come in that week.”

“
Well, now that’s nice.
You call me Jean now, you hear?’

“
Yes, Jean, as long as you
call me Tylar.”

“
Tylar it is,” she said,
her eyes twinkling.

“
I’ve got to tell you,
Tylar, ever since you came here my work has been cut in half. Now
that says something don’t it when I’m cleaning for two people
instead of one and my workload’s cut in half?”

I laughed, “Well then it’s
worth all of the nagging I've had to do to get Trey to pick up
after himself. Your work may increase some in the future,
though.”

“
Oh?”

I blushed, “Trey and I are
expecting a baby in early May.”

“
Well congratulations,
honey. That's great news. You two are simply a beautiful couple. I
won’t mind cleaning up after a baby one little bit.”

She reached for her scarf
and prepared to leave. I handed her pay envelope to her, which
included a Christmas bonus.

“
Merry Christmas,
Jean!”

“
Merry Christmas to you
and Trey, honey, and have a good trip. I'll see you after the new
year.” I closed the door behind her, smiling at her
sweetness.

I skipped down the hallway
to Trey’s study. He was on his phone again. I could tell he was
talking to one of the partners. I guessed it was Pierce. He and
Trey were working on a major class action product liability case
that looked like it was going to trial in January. I paused in the
doorway of Trey’s study trying to see how much longer he was going
to be. He gave me a shrug; this call could take a while.

I knew my ring was
somewhere in the apartment. Although I'd looked around a bit
before, Trey always seemed to be nearby. The time was right for
some unobstructed snooping. I went into Trey’s closet. He hadn’t
packed his clothes for the trip, which made my task more difficult.
I checked the insides of his shoes and boots, nothing there. I
rummaged through his neatly folded boxers and socks. No luck. Then
I decided to check under the mattress. I positioned myself at the
end of the bed, raising the heavy king-sized mattress up and
sweeping my arm across each section as I moved across the width of
the bed. My fingertips grazed something.

It was a plastic DVD case,
very generic looking, with no writing on the case or on the disk. I
placed the disk into the DVD player and pushed play. There was some
initial fuzziness and then the video came onto the screen. It
wasn’t particularly crisp, but the audio was unmistakable. I heard
my voice.

“
Trey, you need to get out
from under Derringer, damn it!”

‘
Trey, I’m going to run
and call Mark to come down to help me get you up, okay?”

Oh wow. This was the video
that Charlie took of Trey and me that night. I skipped ahead to
where I slapped Trey across his cheek. He didn’t flinch. I watched
as I raised my hand back to deliver yet another slap and he caught
my wrist without taking his eyes off of me.

Now that was kind of
hot!

Then it was at the part
where Trey pulled me out into the stable area, closer to where
Charlie must have been hiding; the video was crisper
now.

Oh God, there I was
completely naked standing in front of Trey. Charlie zoomed in on us
with his camera.

Trey’s mouth and fingers
were expertly locating my G-spot, bringing me to the edge of
orgasm. I plainly heard myself moaning as my hips gyrated against
his mouth and fingers. Then I told Trey that I wanted him, my voice
sounded desperate.

The next part came up on
the screen. He pushed me into the straw, lowered himself down on
his knees. He positioned my legs apart and over his shoulders. Trey
unbuttoned his fly, lowered his zipper, and released his very hard
cock. I continued watching in fascination. Trey was guiding his
erection into me and I mentioned the condom.

I didn’t see myself
protesting too much when he said, “fuck that” and proceeded to
enter me. There was the part where he rammed himself into me; the
rhythmic thrusting began in earnest.

Trey's right; I am way
louder than he is!

I moaned and groaned every
time he flexed his hips, my hands grasped his ass and pulled him in
to me again and again. Then the part where we both climaxed was in
plain view with surround sound on the screen. Trey and I both cried
out. Charlie zoomed in on Trey’s face. Trey told me to take it all
as he gave a final thrust and shuddered.

I patted my baby bump and
remembered how good we were that night. The part that I hated would
be coming up soon. I stopped the video, not particularly inclined
to re-live that portion.

Glancing over toward the
door I saw Trey leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed and
he regarded me impassively.

Holy shit! How long's he
been standing there?

“
Off the phone, honey?” I
asked him sweetly.

“
What are you doing,
Tylar?”

“
Watching some porn,” I
answered, smiling.

He quickly entered the
room, coming over to me. “How did you find that?” he
asked.