CHAPTER 42
Monday evening I got Preston bathed and to bed early so that I could finish getting her packed up. I hadn't started packing for me yet. I got her clothes out of her dresser and took them into our master suite. I had our big suitcase out of the closet opened on the bed.
Trey was lounging across the bed watching the Monday night pre-game show. He was watching me as I folded Preston's clothing and placed it in the suitcase. I went to my closet pulling out jeans, sweaters, and a couple of blouses along with a pair of dress pants. I packed by black Chanel suit just in case there was cause to dress up.
I went back in to get some heels and boots to take; then my nightclothes and lingerie.
"Jesus Christ Tylar, you are coming back to me aren't you?"
I smiled as I folded my undies and packed them in the suitcase. I then scooted up to Trey where he was reclined back on the bed, his arm underneath his head.
He pulled me down to him his lips capturing mine in a long, languid kiss his free arm wrapped around behind me keeping me locked in his embrace.
"Trey" I smiled against his lips. "I have to finish packing."
"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 Trey in case you hadn't noticed."
I finished packing and showered. As I prepared to insert my diaphragm in that I had 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 had not 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 would 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 gone from Trey for the longest period of time that I had 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 had visited before but not quite so perfect as they were right this second in time.
"Umm Tylar I love you. You are 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 had 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 would 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 will 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.'
(Should I 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 were several 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 am Karen Deeny, Judge Tylar's head of staff here. I will 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. There were boxes of disposable diapers in various sizes in her nursery. I scooped her up and took her coat and hat off, pulling her tights down to change her diaper.
She sucked on her thumb looking all around the massive suite that was ours. I needed to call Trey since it had slipped my mind once we had landed. I diapered the baby and then put her 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.
"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."
"Tylar baby - I wanted to be there with you but you never said anything about wanting me there. I didn't want to intrude on your time getting to know your father."
"Trey you have 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 are a senior partner. You don't need these kinds of distractions."
"Tylar," he said with a heavy sigh, "You are my first priority. Do you want me there?"
"Only if your being here won't majorly disrupt one of your cases."
"Then I will 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 Trey," I replied smiling. "I will see you soon."
There was a knock on the door to our suite shortly after I had gotten off the phone with Trey. It was Karen announcing that Judge Tylar was home and that 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 will 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 had only seen once in a crowded court room when I had 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.