CHAPTER 55
I had showered and gotten into my pajamas. I crawled beneath the covers of our bed fairly certain that Trey if not angry was at the very least not pleased with me. The sooner this day was behind me the better.
I fell asleep quickly not anxious to find out whether Trey was pissed or merely not pleased. I had a big day tomorrow; so did Trey for that matter.
Trey made sure that when he came to bed later I was made aware of it. He switched the over head bedroom light on first of all; then spent an inordinate amount of time digging around in his closet for clean sweats. He showered with the bathroom door open; and made sure that he let the toilet lid slam down before flushing the toilet.
Once he climbed into bed he pulled me over against his warm, still damp body.
"Are you awake, Tylar?" he whispered loudly.
"Of course not Trey," I said.
"I just wanted to let you know that I can drive you to the airfield tomorrow for your flight."
"Okay thanks honey," I replied rolling over to face him.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked him watching his face which seemed impassive.
"Mad is not the word," he said. "I guess I'm just wondering why you pretended to be alright with this when clearly you're not."
"I am okay with it Trey, I swear that I am. I guess I was just trying to give Tristan a little bit of an edge on account of his age and all."
"Yeah right," he said, kissing my face gently.
"You know that I love you and only you Tylar."
"I know that Trey."
"So you also know that if this fertilization process is successful which is not 100% guaranteed that child will be nothing more than a niece or nephew to me or to Tristan right?"
"Yes, I know," I replied.
"Okay then. I just wanted to make sure that you and I are on the same page with that."
"We are," I replied, kissing him back.
His hands moved to my silk pajama top; he unbuttoned it and pulled me up so that he could remove it. His hands caressed my breasts and nipples. He lowered his head to them; his tongue traced around my nipples in a circular motion.
He moved southward, pulling my panties down and allowing his tongue to explore the soft folds of my womanhood. His hands gently pushed my legs apart; his fingers worked their magic inside of me.
I pushed against Trey wanting him on his back. He complied. I knelt between his legs, spreading them with my hands as I took his erect manhood into my mouth. I went from head to root, taking all of him into my mouth; my tongue swirled and around and around the length of him.
He moaned with pleasure; his hips gyrated against my mouth. His hands reached down cupping my face between them. He wanted me on top. I complied.
I climbed on top of him. He guided his shaft into me gently. He placed his other hand on the small of my back lowering me down onto him.
"Mmmm," I moaned feeling his fullness within me.
"You like that baby?" he asked, his lips finding mine.
"You know that I do Trey," I whispered against his lips.
"You know that it's yours baby," he said, "Yours and only yours."
"I know Trey."
He rocked me up and down; both of his hands now braced on my hips to allow him to rotate me in a back and forth motion as his thrusting increased.
"Baby you feel so good," he moaned, "No one has ever made me come like you do. No one ever could," he said, his lips crushing mine as his thrusting increased steadily.
"I love you Tylar; I never want to lose you."
"You never will Trey; you are mine."
Our orgasms came crashing down around us then; it was all about us and only us at that moment. It was about the love that we had for one another. We both cried out as we came at the same time. We laid there for several minutes totally spent from our lovemaking. Trey kissed my lips; telling me how sweet I was and how much he loved me.
Afterwards Trey wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up against his warm, naked body. From down the hallway I heard Gina yell, 'That's not fair!'
Trey chuckled pulling me close and we fell asleep.
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The following morning Trey walked me in to the terminal at the small private airport. The pilot was already there waiting for me in the lounge.
Trey hugged and kissed me telling me that he would be back to pick me up later that afternoon.
"I'll be thinking about you," he called after me as I started to walk out the glass door that led to the tarmac.
"You better be," I called back waving to him.
My father was there waiting for me at the municipal airfield in Baton Rouge where we landed. It was not far from downtown Baton Rouge.
My father explained that Matthew's arraignment would be held in the 19th Judicial Court that was downtown. He said that the proceeding itself would not take long. He was interested in seeing Matthew again.
My father made no secret of his contempt for the man. I was curious to see as to whether he looked familiar to me after all of these years.
The courthouse was similar to the one where my father sat the bench. He led me to the courtroom where the arraignment was to be held. We still had another forty-five minutes or so before the proceedings began. I needed a comfort break. I told my father I was going to find a restroom and would be back in a few.
Once out in the hallway I saw signs for the restrooms. I was thankful that the hallways in this courthouse did not wind around like a maze like the other one had. I was fairly certain I would be able to find my way back to my father.
When I located the 'Ladies' room I noticed one of the stalls was already occupied. I took the empty one next to it. As I sat down to pee I noticed the feet and ankles of whoever occupied the next stall. There was something very familiar about those . . .ankles. Then it came to me. Those were the same thick ankles that I recalled Ms. Deeny having.
I tried to hurry my stream but it did no good. The thick-ankled occupant in the next stall had finished up, flushed and left the restroom without washing her hands.
(Eewwww!)
I finished up making sure that I washed my hands properly. That had been so weird. I was sure that there were other people with thick ankles like that in the greater Baton Rouge area.
When I returned to the courtroom I saw that my father was talking to a man sitting at one of the front tables that was in a suit. I took a seat and my father returned several moments later.
"I just talked to the D.A.," he said to me.
"Apparently Matthew has been uncooperative with his attorney. He won't talk to him."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh I've seen it done before many times. The accused is trying to appear as if he or she is not competent to stand trial for reasons of mental illness."
"Do you think that his attorney is coaching him to do that?"
"Not unless he is asking to be disbarred," he replied.
"Anyway, this particular attorney that was retained for him is from a respectable firm. I would doubt very much if he would contrive such behavior as a defense."
This should be interesting I thought as the courtroom started filling up. It was near ten a.m. Trey and Tristan's appointment was in another half hour. I pushed that from my mind.
The bailiff came out and called the court to order. Everyone stood up as the Honorable Judge Lance Pelletier took the bench. He instructed everyone to be seated.
The first case called was Matthew Renaud's. A door on the left side of the court room opened and two deputies escorted a hand-cuffed and shackled man into the room. He was in typical prison garb. I studied him carefully. I recognized him as the same man that had been at our home in Radcliff, Kentucky all those years ago. The man from my first memory when I was on my swing set. The man that had yelled at Maggie referring to me as the 'golden goose' or some such name.
He was taken to the table where his defense attorney had risen, holding the chair next to him out so that Matthew could be seated. Matthew's head turned looking around the courtroom. For some reason I hunkered down in my seat not wanting him to recognize me. I realized I was being paranoid. I had been five years old the last time he saw me.
"Are you alright?" my father whispered to me.
I nodded just as Matthew's eyes found me and stopped looking anywhere else. His gaze rested on me and I saw a flicker of recognition pass over his face.
I squirmed in my seat uncomfortable with him staring at me. His lawyer nudged him and he reluctantly turned back around lowering his head as if it was too heavy to hold up any longer.
The bailiff read all of the additional charges the grand jury had returned against Matthew. The judge was watching Matthew the whole time; studying his body language I guessed. When the bailiff finished the judge spoke.
"How does the defendant plead to all charges herein set forth?"
Matthew's attorney rose from his seat.
"Ted Presley for the defense, your honor. I would like to enter a not guilty plea on behalf of my client to all charges."
"Very well Mr. Presley. The court will set the preliminary hearing for an expedited date since your client is being held without bail," the judge responded.
"Your honor if it pleases the court, the defense would ask to waive the pre-trial investigation and dispose of the preliminary hearing now as my client is in dire need of psychiatric treatment which will further deteriorate by further delay."
"Mr. Presley, I'm not a big fan of waiving any portion of the due process in particular when there is a potential death penalty involved. The appellate courts are overwhelmed as it is. Counsel please approach the bench."
I watched as the D.A. and Matthew's attorney went up to talk quietly to the judge.
"What is going on?" I whispered to my dad.
"The judge is going to force the due process to avoid costly appeals later. He is trying to ascertain why the defense would waive the pre-trial investigation prior to the preliminary hearing. The purpose of the preliminary hearing is to make sure that the evidence supports the charges brought against the defendant as recommended by the grand jury," he whispered back to me.
Matthew was looking around the courtroom again. His eyes went past me this time focusing to the back of the courtroom. He turned back around burying his head into his cuffed hands. The lawyers were still talking quietly to the judge. The courtroom had become very quiet.
Suddenly the quiet of the courtroom was interpreted by a man's voice singing. I realized that the singing was coming from Matthew. He was singing that old lullaby very slowly and loudly.
'Hush little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird; and if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring. . ."
The defense lawyer hurried over to Matthew's side prompting him to be quiet. He paid no attention to his attorney and continued to sing the lyrics even louder.
"If that diamond ring turns brass, Mama's going to buy you a looking glass. . . If that looking glass gets broke, Mama's going to buy--"
The judge rapped his gavel and shouted for the deputies to remove Matthew from the court room immediately.
Matthew stopped singing as the deputies literally raised him up from his chair. He struggled against them; he whipped his head around as they were carrying him toward the door. His eyes found what they had been searching for.
"Mama," he yelled, "Mama, am I still the sweetest baby in town?"
I turned quickly to see who the hell he was talking to; his mother had been my grandmother. She was dead. I looked through the crowd as the short, dark-haired woman watched them take Matthew out. Tears were streaming down the face of Karen Deeny. She turned and fled the courtroom.
I heard my father beside me.
"What the hell?"
I was in shock. What the hell was going on?
My father took me by the arm and led me out of the court house.
"I don't understand what that was all about," I said to him once we were outside.
"I am in the dark as well," he replied, clearly as perplexed as me.
"What happens now, Dad?"
"Obviously I need to get some answers for both of us. As far as the preliminary hearing I would suspect it will be scheduled after the psych evaluation the judge will likely order for Matthew."
"Do you think he was faking it?" I asked.
"Yes, but my opinion doesn't matter. It is the opinion of the psychologists and psychiatrists that will carry the weight in court. The prosecution will have one assigned to him as will the defense; that in and of itself will be a complicated mess."
I could tell that my father was distraught with the turn of events that had transpired at the courthouse. I knew he wondered now just how much his dead wife had been involved in the tangled web of lies and deceit. I questioned my own ancestors as to why Matthew had been passed off as my grandmother's illegitimate child adopted by my grandfather after they married. If anyone could find the truth I knew that my father could and would no matter what it revealed.
We had lunch together and then he drove me to the private airport to catch my charter back to Atlanta. He pulled me to him giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"I will talk to you very soon," he promised.
"Please give Preston a kiss from her grandpa?"
"I will Dad. I love you."
"I love you too Tylar. Take care."
Trey was waiting for me when I reached the terminal in Atlanta. I was never so happy to see his face in my life. What a bizarre day. I flew into his arms.
"I've been trying to call you," he said.
"Is anything the matter?" I asked fearfully.
"No sweetie; I was just wondering how things went."
"I'm sorry Trey; I had my Blackberry on vibrate while I was in court and I forgot to turn it back on to sound."
I filled Trey in on everything that had happened in court with Matthew. He was as shocked as I had been when I told him about Matthew calling Karen Deeny his mother.
"I bet your father was reeling," he commented opening the car door for me.
"That's an understatement," I replied.
"I think he is questioning his wife's involvement in all of this."
Trey got into the driver's seat and turned to me.
"I'm glad you're home baby."
I looked at his sweet face and leaned over to kiss him.
"How was your day? Did everything come out okay?"
He gave me his dimpled grin.
"You are a spoiled brat aren't you?" he asked laughing.
"Everything went as planned Tylar," he said as we pulled out onto the highway.
We talked about our impending move as we headed back to the apartment. I was so looking forward to moving to the country and into our own home.
Trey pulled his car into his space in the parking garage and shut the engine off. He turned to me.
"Why didn't you tell me that Gina is pregnant?" he asked looking at me carefully.
(Holy shit.)
"Trey - I'm sorry, but Gina made me promise. She is my best friend. I had to respect her wishes on this."
"I'm your husband Tylar. I didn't think that we had secrets."
"We don't have secrets that affect each other Trey. This wasn't about you or me. This was about Gina and Tristan. It wasn't my place to tell you if Gina didn't want anyone else to know. How did you find out?"
"Tristan told me of course. He is very proud of the fact."
"He should be," I replied.
"Look Trey, I know that you don't care for Gina but she is like a sister to me, okay?"
"I get that baby," he said, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
"To be honest, I'm kind of happy that Preston will have a cousin close by."
"Yeah? So am I," I said.
When we got inside the apartment Gina was playing with Preston in the living room. As soon as Preston saw me she came crawling over to me saying 'num-num'.
"She's been 'num-numming' me all day Ty," Gina laughed.
"How did it go?"
"I'll let Trey fill you in on the drama," I said, scooping Preston up to take her into our room.
"Preston and I need our 'girl time' at the moment."
I stopped in and got a clean diaper and the baby wipes just in case. Gina didn't check her diaper as often as I did. Preston had her thumb in her mouth her little arm wrapped around my neck. I loved the feel and smell of her. I had missed her for the day I was gone.
I put her on our bed and unsnapped her over-alls. I removed her wet diaper and cleaned her up with a baby wipe, fastening a clean diaper on her. She was jabbering away watching me.
"I have something for you Preston," I said when I finished snapping her back up.
I picked her up and gave her a kiss on each cheek.
"That is from your grandpa," I said.
"Pappaw" she said.
"Yes that's right, Papaw."
I pulled my sweater off and unsnapped my bra freeing both of my breasts for her. I was producing milk out of both of them once again. I had found out that sometimes not alternating nursing between both breasts could cause a temporary cessation in the one not used as much. Preston and I had rectified that situation.
She crawled over to me and latched on to a breast, curling up alongside of me. Trey came into the room and pulled the quilt that was folded at the end of the bed up around us. He climbed in next to me, wrapping an arm around me as he switched ESPN on the flat screen.
He nuzzled the back of my neck with his warm lips. I got goose bumps and shivered.
"Are you cold baby?" he asked softly, pulling me closer to him.
"I am just fine," I sighed. "I'm happy to be home with my family."
"Where's Tristan?"
"He went to the club today after our appointment. Since Gina was here taking care of Preston he is working until close at the restaurant. I tell you what Tylar, I have never seen Tristan so happy or in love. Who would have thought that he and Gina would be a couple?"
"Oh I don't know," I replied, "I kind of thought they might make a perfect couple. I think he totally gets her."
"He is talking marriage though; apparently she wants to wait. That sounds kind of familiar."
I smiled at his comment. Deep down I wondered if the real reason Gina was reluctant to marry Tristan right now was because of the slim chance of Ian being the father of her baby.
I knew Gina. She might pretend that her decision not to say anything to Tristan was an easy decision but I was betting it didn't sit well with her. I hoped that she changed her mind. I knew that Tristan would understand once she explained. He loved her.
I fell asleep inside of Trey's arms with Preston gently suckling at my breast. When I awoke it was after 7:00 p.m. Preston and Trey were both gone.
I got up and went to the bathroom turning the shower on to warm up the water. I got clean underwear and my long silk nightgown out of my closet.
I showered and got dressed in my nightgown, pulling my robe on over it. I blew my hair dry and applied some make-up. I wanted to have a romantic evening with my husband.
When I went out to the living room I could hear Trey in the kitchen with Preston. I peeked around the corner and saw that had been feeding her some pureed carrots. She kept putting her fingers in the dish and then sucking the carrots off of her fingers.
"Preston, come on sweetie. Please use the spoon for Daddy?"
It was so cute. Trey was trying to teach her how to use her spoon. He held it to her and she clutched it in her little hand.
"That's right baby, now dip it into your bowl like Daddy showed you and get some of these yummy carrots on the spoon okay?"
"Da-da," she squealed, grinning at him.
"Yes sweetie, use your spoon for Daddy."
Preston dipped her spoon into the bowl of pureed carrots.
"Good girl," Trey crooned to her encouragingly.
"That's Daddy's good girl. Now bring the spoon up to your mouth sweetie."
Trey was imitating to her what to do with the spoon with his hand as if he had a spoon in it. She was watching him in awe with her big blue eyes.
"See like this Preston."
She raised her spoon from the bowl and had managed to get some of the pureed carrots on it. She held it up trying to get Trey to eat it.
"No honey," he said patiently, "Put spoon in Preston's mouth."
Trey was back to imitating what he wanted her to do. I could tell she was getting bored with this game. She squirmed in her chair and dropped the spoon onto her tray where it bounced and hit Trey's shirt splattering the carrots.
(Uh oh.)
"That's okay sweetie," he said to her, leaning down and picking up the spoon.
By this time Preston had spied me watching from around the corner of the kitchen. She started getting excited and squirming to get out of her high chair. She knocked the little bowl of carrots off of the high chair as Trey was bent down cleaning up the floor. It hit his shoulder and splattered all over him and the floor.
(Oops! Holy shit!)
I backed out of the room quickly making my way through the living room and back to the hall.
"Shit," I heard Trey say.
Preston starting whining saying, "Mamma" over and over again.
I came into the kitchen as if caught by surprise.
"What happened in here?" I asked innocently.
"Oh just a little training session that went wrong," Trey laughed.
"I need to change my shirt Tylar. Can you take over?"
"Sure sweetie," I replied smiling.
I wiped up the mess on the floor and then got a clean wash cloth and cleaned up Preston's face and fingers. I got a graham cracker for her and got her out of the high chair. I took her into the living room and got her settled in her play suite with some toys.
I went back into the kitchen and cleaned up her chair and loaded the dishwasher. I noticed that something was in the oven.
Trey came back in with a clean tee shirt on.
"Hey baby," he said pulling me to him and kissing me passionately.
"I wanted to surprise you and have the baby fed and in bed. I've got our dinner in the oven."
"Well I can see that Trey. I can't tell what it is though."
"Actually Gina made it before she left to go to the club. She told me how long to let it cook. It is some kind of a casserole that has chicken, broccoli and white cream sauce with various cheeses in it was all she told me. I made our salads though and they are in the fridge."
"Oh Trey. That is so romantic of you."
"I wanted our night to be special. We move day after tomorrow so this will probably be our last meal here alone before we move."
"Yeah speaking of which - why did Gina go down to the club?"
"Oh I don't know. I think she missed Tristan. Apparently Ian called her this afternoon while you were sleeping and she was making the casserole. They argued on the phone and she told him to go to hell. I heard that much of it. She put the casserole in the oven and told me when to take it out. She said she wanted to go and talk to Tristan. I figured she missed him. Anyway we have this evening to ourselves."
(Holy shit - what was up with Ian and her arguing? This can't be good.)
"How about if I go ahead and bathe Preston?" I said to him. "I'll get her ready for bed and then we can have our dinner."
"Okay babe, I'll get the table set and pour some wine for us."
I went out to get Preston. She had managed to eat her graham cracker wearing a lot of it on her face. I bathed her and put her into her pajamas. I put her to bed with some of her toys. She was fairly good about entertaining herself before falling asleep.
As promised Trey had set the table and poured us each a glass of wine. He had a fire going in the fireplace and we sat out in the living room enjoying our alone time.
I leaned in to him as the fire crackled warmly. He took my wine glass from me and set it on the coffee table along with his. He pulled me over to him, unfastening the belt on my robe and pulling my robe down my shoulders. He noticed my sexy silk nightgown with the plunging neckline that I had worn. His beautiful sapphire eyes locked with mine and I saw the warmth and passion in them.
"I want you now Tylar. I want you right here and now. Is your diaphragm in?"
I shook my head 'no'.
"I haven't been wearing it lately," I confessed looking up at him to see his expression.
He smiled warmly.
"I'm glad baby," he breathed drawing him to me and kissing me hungrily.
He shed his clothing right then and there. He pulled the straps down on my silk nightgown kissing my shoulders as my breasts sprang free.
He pushed me back onto the couch; his fingers captured a breast, massaging it gently. He lowered his head and his lips found my nipple; he suckled it gently his tongue swirling around my nipple.
"Mmmm," he said, "You taste so good baby."
He went to my other breast doing the same. My sex was dripping wet. I was feeling saucy by this time.
"I have other nectar for you to enjoy, Trey," I purred.
He was between my legs, placing one on each of his shoulders as he lowered his face to my sex. His lips and tongue made love to me there. He tasted my nectar; he moaned with me in mutual pleasure.
"You taste so sweet baby," he breathed against me down there.
His tongue continued to swirl around my clitoris. His fingers explored inside of me, pressing gently against my swelled sweet spot.
My breathing was coming faster and I moaned in anticipation of having him inside of me.
"What baby? Tell Trey what you want?"
"I want you to make love to me Trey. I want you to give me another baby."
"Your wish is my command Tylar."
He rose up off of the couch and pulled me with him. He positioned himself onto a sitting position on the couch and placed me on his lap, straddling him. I stroked his erection with my hand. He raised me up and positioned me over his manhood.
"Are you wet enough baby?" he asked.
"Umm hum," I answered.
He straightened his legs out so he was actually in a half-sitting, half-reclined position with his legs spread out in front of him. He gently lowered me down upon his erection. I heard him catch his breath as he fully penetrated me. I squeezed my legs together tightening him inside of me.
"Careful baby," he cautioned, "I don't want to come too quickly. I want us both to enjoy this."
I relaxed my legs a bit.
"That's my girl," he said softly, clasping the back of my head with his hand and lowering it to his face.
His tongue thoroughly probed my mouth; our tongues playfully danced and explored each other. I felt butterflies each and every place he touched me. His hands massaged my breasts tenderly. His hips gently started a slow and rhythmic thrusting. I could feel my uterus squeezing him gently.
His hands lifted my ass up and down as I swiveled my hips in a circular motion feeling the head of his penis hitting my special place.
"Ahh God baby, what are you doing to me?"
"I am loving you, Trey," I answered him; "I am loving you with every inch of my body."
We both quickened at the same time; his thrusting increased in rhythm, my uterus contracted tighter in response. We felt our orgasms mounting toward sweet release. Trey stopped his thrusting; I felt his penis throbbing its impending release. My uterus contracted squeezing his manhood tighter."
"Oh God," he rasped as he emptied his love inside of me.
I whimpered in pleasure as my orgasm pulsated around his. I felt my liquid release join his. I collapsed on top of him my breathing fast and shallow. I so loved him in every way possible that a woman can love a man. He wrapped his arms around me protectively; his breathing was ragged and shallow. We were both spent.
"I love you so much Tylar."
"I love you Trey with all of my heart."
I knew that Trey and I had made a baby that evening. Somewhere my guardian angel had been watching over me protectively. She wanted me to know that with Trey it was truly all about me.
We ate our dinner over candlelight at our dining room table. We were affectionate all through the evening. As I climbed into bed that night thoroughly exhausted and satiated I knew that life on earth didn't get much better than this. I had so much to be thankful for. I had my Trey and Preston; I had found my father who I adored and who adored me; I had my best friend Gina; I had Trey's wonderful family that I loved dearly. God had blessed me in so many ways.
Trey and I had drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each other's arms.
It was much later that we were both awakened by a ruckus coming from Gina and Tristan's room. I awoke first hearing the loud voices. I rose up looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly one a.m. Trey awakened right after I did.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked, groggily.
"I think maybe Tristan and Gina are arguing."
"Jesus Christ - what now?"
We lay there listening to hear what was taking place.
"I love you Tristan can't you see that?"
Gina was crying; her tone was pleading.
"How can I fucking believe anything you say Gina?"
Tristan was enraged. I had never thought that he had it in him to sound so angry.
"Because it is the truth, Tristan! Why are you letting Ian come between us?"
"Me?" he asked, his tone sounding incredulous.
"How can you possibly say it's me? My God Gina - Ian didn't come between you and me. No by God, he came between your fucking legs!"
"What the hell?" Trey said starting to get up out of bed.
"Trey, no. Stay out of this. It is between Gina and Tristan."
"What? What are you saying Tylar?"
"I'm just saying that whatever their issue is should stay between Tristan and Gina. We don't need to be involved."
"I'm thinking that you know exactly what the issue is. You are protecting Gina at the expense of my goddamn brother!"
Trey was shouting at me; he hadn't done that in a very long time.
"Trey it’s not like that at all. I'm not 'protecting' anyone. I don't want you or me to be involved in this."
"That's too fucking late Tylar," he spat. "If you or your fucking BFF or whatever it is that you two call each other have somehow conspired to hurt my brother then it damn well is my business."
"I would never conspire to hurt anyone Trey!" I sobbed. "How could you possibly think that?"
"Then for the love of God Tylar, tell me what you know. Tell me now."
I was sobbing by this time; I had completely shut out the argument that was still going on between Gina and Tristan. This had been a perfect night for me and Trey; it had turned into a nightmare in minutes.
I relented and told Trey the details of Gina's pregnancy. He was horrified that I had not told him sooner.
"You mean to tell me that you were going to sit by silently and let that bitch make a fool out of my brother?" "Trey for god sakes in all likelihood that baby is Tristan's. I encouraged Gina to be upfront with Tristan because I felt that he would understand. My God, her last time with Ian was before she was ever with Tristan."
"Oh, so that makes it alright? She had a fucking obligation to let Tristan know what had happened with her and Ian once she found out she was pregnant."
"Trey, I agree with you. Had I been in Gina's situation that is exactly what I would have done. That was not my decision to make though."
"I get that Tylar," he replied, "But let's face it. If anyone has any influence over Gina it is you. You could have persuaded or convinced her to talk to him."
"I don't roll that way and you know it Trey. I'm sorry but I believe to each his own. Gina was making her decisions long before she met me. I don't come into someone's life and suddenly take the wheel like that."
"Oh so now what are you saying? You think that I'm a 'Nazi' just like Gina says?"
I was totally getting pissed with the whole conversation. It had somehow morphed into a major fight between Trey and me on our magical night together. I suddenly felt like going into the bathroom and giving myself a high-pressured douche just in case we had conceived. I did not deserve to be at the receiving end of his anger.
"Well I guess if the swastika fits, counselor . . ."
Trey immediately threw the covers off of us and exited the bed with his pillow and a blanket.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"I'm going to sleep on the couch Tylar. I guess I don't know who you are anymore."
He barreled out of the room slamming the door behind him.
I buried my face into the pillow sobbing uncontrollably. From somewhere out in the apartment I heard another door slam. I was still sobbing when I felt someone climb up on the bed.
"Trey," I said turning my tear-stained face from the pillow.
"No girlfriend, it's me," Gina said whimpering.
She was all cried out I could tell.
"What the hell happened?" I asked her wiping my eyes.
"Oh shit Ty. It was awful. I got a call from Ian late this afternoon. Apparently someone at the club called him and told him that Tristan had told several of the workers that I was expecting and how thrilled he was by it. He gave them my tentative due date and of course one of them obviously still loyal to Ian decided to phone him and tell him the good news."
(Holy shit!)
"So Ian makes a mad dash to the club and decides to share with Tristan the details of our last interlude including date and time. I told you that it was just several days apart from when Tristan and I first made love."
I was horrified at the chain of events that had occurred this evening as a result.
"So anyway Tristan being the sweetie that he is gave me the benefit of the doubt. You know - he figures that Ian was still jealous and just trying to make trouble for us since he saw the little scene that Ian had made at the club a few weeks back so he blew it off."
I nodded waiting for Gina to continue.
"So anyway, Ian presents Tristan with a piece of mail that he had picked up from the condo that night he came by to collect his mail from me. It was postmarked the day before I had received it at the condo. It had not been opened and had Ian's name on it with our condo address. He told Tristan to open it. He said that he had no clue about the contents of what was inside but guaranteed Tristan that it would answer the question as to whether Tristan could be 100% positive that the baby I carried was his or not. You will never guess what was inside that envelope."
"What?" I asked practically screeching.
"It was a letter from the Fulton County Urologists Group where Ian had gone a couple of weeks prior to get his sperm tested for fertility."
"A couple of week prior?"
"Oh yeah," Gina said, "The bastard wouldn't do it for me when I nagged him to. Seems that Shelly wanted to know for sure whether he was sterile or not so she insisted he get tested and the son of a bitch did!"
"So what were the results?"
"The results were that Ian has a normal sperm count."
"Oh my God," I replied.
"Yep," she said, "So Tristan is all freaked out at me thinking that I purposely withheld this information about Ian hoping to trap him!"
"Damn it Gina," I hissed, "I told you that you should have told Tristan from the get!"
"Please Ty, no lectures!"
"So what happened at the end of your argument?" I asked. "By that time Trey and I were in the middle of our own because he accused me of covering for you."
"No shit?"
"Yeah, Gina no shit."
"Well Tristan told me that I have lied to him by omission and that he can't be with someone that he can't trust no matter how much he loves her. Then he left."
Gina started crying again.
"Don't cry Gina. Let's get Trey in here and explain everything to him. I know that he will understand once he hears your side of it."
"Trey's not here," she sobbed.
"What?"
"No…after he heard Tristan's side of the story the Hot Nazi ducked into the laundry room and got some street clothes on. They both left. I don't know where they went or if I will ever see my Tristan again," she sobbed.
I was reeling in disbelief. After the wonderful and magical evening that Trey and I had spent together how could he possibly have just walked out like that without telling me?
I was devastated and disappointed. I could understand if he wanted to console his brother; but why not let me know he was going out? Why had he put me into the middle of this?
Gina was still sobbing which I knew was not good for her condition. I needed to make her my first priority.
"Gina, I am going to make you some herbal tea and then we are going to get you into bed to rest okay?"
"Okay," she whimpered, still sobbing.
She was so vulnerable which was not Gina. I knew now that she was truly in love with Tristan and a mess over all of this.
I made her some herbal tea which seemed to relax her. I helped her change into her jammies and tucked her into bed convincing her that Trey and Tristan would talk and everything would be put into perspective. I bet her that Tristan would be back in her bed by the time she awoke the next morning. I think I succeeded in putting her mind at ease.
I crawled back into my bed. The bed where just a couple of hours earlier Trey and I had made love like we never had before; where we had declared our love and commitment to each other over and over again.
I buried my face into Trey's pillow smelling his scent and feeling my own tears as they burned a path down my cheeks.