Baby Come Back(12)



“I missed you,” he whispered, his hands now moving down my back and over my ass gently.

We ate dinner and discussed our day’s activities. I told Tristan about my call to Tylar. He picked up on my irritation with her.

“Gina, I’m sure she’s excited about our baby boy. Trey says that she has really had a time with this pregnancy already. I guess she’s sick all of the time; extremely fatigued. Give her the benefit of the doubt, babe.”

“I know, I know,” I said, waving my hand dismissively. “It just sometimes seems like it’s all about her, you know?”

“Maybe you ought to go out and visit with her for an afternoon, babe. I mean, you haven’t had much time to spend with her and I’m sure she would like some company. Besides, I want you cutting back your hours at the club some.”

“Define ‘some’,” I replied.

“Like maybe cut back to 12 hours a week?”

“Are you serious, Tristan? So does that mean you will be working even more hours? I don’t think so, dude.”

I cleared our salad plates and went back to the kitchen to bring out the lasagna.

“How about this? If you cut your hours to just two shifts per week, I promise that I will put a night manager on and be home here by six every evening.”

“What about weekends?” I asked.

“I won’t work anymore Saturdays at all.”

“Okay, you have a deal.”

After we finished dinner, Tristan helped me clear and clean the kitchen.

“Tristan?”

“Yeah babe?”

“I wanted to ask you something about what Ian said a few weeks back; about some girl being in the club prior to his visit and talking about the size of your pecker.”

“I have no clue as to who he was referring to Gina, I swear; and to answer the unasked question, its no.”

“What’s no?”

“I have not slept with any other woman since you. Period.”

“Tristan, did I even ask you that?”

“You didn’t have to, Gina. The fact that you’ve been curious as to who said it or even if someone really did say it tells me it has been on your mind since then. Am I right?”

“Well Tylar thought maybe Libby had been in and that’s who Ian heard it from.”

“Sweet baby, I have not seen Libby in the club since before I left her sorry ass. I know that she came in to stir shit up after that with you, but to my knowledge, she has not been back.”

“Okay. Just sayin’.”



I had fallen asleep in bed waiting for Tristan to finish up in the shower. His Blackberry was chiming on the nightstand by his side of the bed. I woke and started to reach for it as he came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him.

“I got it babe.”

“Hey Mom,” he answered, walking back into the bathroom with his sexy swagger going on. I couldn’t make out the gist of the conversation but it wasn’t really all that late so I doubted whether it was any type of emergency or family crisis.

Tristan came out of the bathroom several minutes later in his boxers. He climbed into bed next to me, putting his Blackberry back on the nightstand.

“Come here you,” he said pulling me over. “Mom sends her love.”

I crawled up against his still damp body. “So is everything okay with the family?”

“Oh yeah; she just called to let us know the good news that Nigel and Tess’s surrogate is expecting. I think she said the due date was early November.”

“Wow, f*cking fantastic,” I said making no effort to mask my sarcasm. “A baby due in early August, one in early October and the third in early November. At least we know for certain that two out of three will be biologically connected to your parents.”

I turned away and scooted over, pulling the covers up under my chin. I’m not sure where that had come from but it felt way better letting it out than continuing to keep it inside gnawing away at me.

“Gina - what in God's name?” Tristan was off the bed and circling around to my side. “Do you want to tell me what that was about?”

“I’m just verbalizing what was probably going through your head, that’s all.”

“Don’t you f*cking put words into my mouth Gina, or presume to know my thoughts, because you obviously do not!”

(Eek - he is pissed!)

“Fair enough, Tristan. Then maybe they are my thoughts, okay? Don’t you think I might be a bit insecure with all these Sinclair babies on the way and worried that mine is not? I mean for Chrissake, Ian has ruined this pregnancy for me!”

He immediately sat down on the bed and pulled me into his arms.

“Gina - did you hear nothing that I said to you several weeks back? I said that I love you and that means unconditionally, sweet baby. I don’t care whose DNA this baby carries; he is yours and he is mine. Do you understand that?”

I nodded. I was kind of choked up with emotion at what he said and it didn’t sit well with me. I wasn’t like Tylar; I didn’t do well with tears. They were a sign of weakness.

“Tristan?”

“Yes?”

“Get your ass into bed. I want to thoroughly f*ck you.”

A slow smile spread across his handsome face. He climbed into bed. I shed the tee shirt of his I was wearing and my panties followed. I pushed him back against the pillows and straddled him.

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