Baby Love (31 page)

"I'm going to have to update her baby book," I said, smiling at my baby girl.

"Trey you never told me why you were even out last night."

He had taken his place at the table starting to eat.

"I had asked Jean to stay late the other day while she was here with Preston when you were at the club training with Gina," he replied.

That must have been why she had given me the strange look when I told her Trey would take over watching the baby once he got home from work.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he said. 

"When I told Tristan about your investment he got all pumped up about it and wanted to see the place.  He was really excited.  He wants to talk to you about carrying his wine selections exclusively there.  He will probably work out a sweet deal for both of you."

"Hmm," I replied, "So Tristan was happy about my investment, huh?  Perhaps I married the wrong Sinclair."

I looked over at him as he cocked an eyebrow at me taking a spoonful of stew and blowing on it to cool it off.

"So you think that Tristan could make you moan and squeal the way that I do Mrs. Sinclair?"

I wasn't going
there
as the thoughts of my fantasy from last week surfaced in my mind.  I felt myself blush.  Trey was watching me.

"Trey 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."

I was amused when Trey coined my phrase for his own use.

"So you really don't care for Libby either do you?"

"I guess that's no secret anymore," he replied sardonically.

"You know Tylar, I really wanted to like her for Tristan's sake.  He hasn't had a serious relationship for several years.  Not since Tara.  This has 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 will 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 will 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 will 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.

I played with Preston the rest of the afternoon then put her down for her nap and started getting ready for work.  I was really regretting having to be away from Trey on weekends.  I knew that once Gina and I worked our schedules out we would make it work.  We were after all operating without Ian who had been the heavy-hitter in the business.

Trey came into the bathroom as I was finishing up my make-up.  I had 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 that once again we had unprotected sex.  Trey I am not ready for another baby yet."

"Oh Christ Tylar, do you think you are 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 am weaning her off the breast perhaps there are other options I need to explore. I will make an appointment with my doctor okay?"

"Okay sweetie," he replied, "But I do want another baby before too long."

"I would 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 will be my pleasure Mrs. Sinclair."

"Here," he said, holding up my wedding set that I had once again placed on the vanity while I had put my make-up on and fixed my hair.

"Put this on."
 

CHAPTER 24

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 am so tired.  I didn't get home until 3:00 a.m"

"I know," he said, kissing my face and neck.

"You are 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 o'clock."

"Yeah, okay.  Make sure I'm up by 11 a.m. please?"

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

At 11 a.m. Trey was promptly in our room with Preston.  He had 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 would get her dressed up a bit for lunch."

He had dressed her in a red, black and green tartan plaid wool pleated skirt with a brown turtle neck sweater.  He had 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 will 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 had worn her long blond hair down straight with a black fedora hat perched saucily on her head.   She had 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 had brought the baby with us.  She had made a comment that she had little experience with children since she had been raised by a nanny because her parents had traveled extensively.  She had been an only child.

We ordered our lunch.  Preston was seated at the end of the table in a high chair.  I had packed some graham crackers for her to snack on.  She had 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 paid 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 would be more than happy to discuss it.  The truth was I would 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 is just what babies do."

"That's why they're gross," she said still fanning her face. 

"Think about it - one day we will 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 will 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 are 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 will 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 Tylar; it would make me happy.  Ultimately that is 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.