Baby Come Back(37)
When I went back into the living room I tried to calm Tylar down and get her to talk to me. She was tied up in knots. I apologized for not being there for her; she wouldn’t let me accept any blame. She simply stated that this was her problem and she would handle it. It was plain to see that she was still in denial over the loss of the baby and the need to deal with it. When I said as much, she got extremely agitated. I needed to let it go for now.
She had made plans to go to Baton Rouge and spend some time with her father. Frankly, I thought it was probably the best thing she could do for herself at the moment. She had to distance herself from the pain; right now that pain was Trey. I just hoped she didn’t stay away forever. Maybe a father was the best medicine for Tylar right now. She had been denied all of that growing up; she needed to know what it felt like to have a father’s love.
I gave her some wine to calm her down and forced her to eat something because she obviously needed to put some meat on her bones. I told her she was welcomed to stay here for the night. I got pillows and a blanket for her so that she could make a bed on the couch. She didn’t want to sleep in the spare bed in the nursery.
She passed out fairly early on the couch. She had to be exhausted. I stayed up to make Tristan a sandwich when he got home. I hurried over to the front door when I heard his key and motioned for him to be quiet until we got into the kitchen. I placed his sandwich on the table with a tall glass of iced tea.
I explained to him what had happened. As predicted, he was freaking livid. I had to keep shushing him so that he wouldn’t wake Tylar. I finally advised him to just stay out of it; I felt that those two needed to work it out for themselves.
Tristan and I showered together, and then I brought Reese into bed with us to nurse. Right towards the end I heard him grunting and he stiffened as he filled his diaper.
“Oh God,” I whined.
“I’ll get the diaper Gina,” Tristan said with a laugh. “It’s not that bad.”
Tristan changed him and then walked him around a little bit getting a couple of hearty burps out of him. He placed him back in his cradle and Reese gurgled and cooed happily until he fell asleep.
“Hey Tristan,” I said, getting a bit smug. “Guess what came in the mail today?”
“I haven’t a clue,” he replied, pulling a tee shirt on over his damp mass of hair.
I leaned over and took the envelope from my nightstand handing it to him.
“Read it,” I instructed with a grin.
He took the envelope and removed the one page letter inside. It was the results of the DNA testing that was conducted after Reese had been born. Tristan got a sheepish grin on his face as he looked up from the letter to me.
“99.979%, huh?”
“Yep. It doesn’t get much closer than that I would guess.”
“You know this wasn’t necessary, right Gina?”
“Oh ho, but it was. Remember my promise to you about what I intended to do with the results? Bend over, big boy.”
Tristan tossed the paper onto his night stand and scooped me up into his arms, nuzzling and tickling me.”
“You have to pin me first, Gina,” he teased, his lips finding mine. We kissed tenderly, then passionately. His tongue traced my lower lip as his green eyes bore into mine. I never tired of looking at him.
“I love you Tristan James Sinclair,” I said softly, brushing my fingers across his handsome face. It had become so easy for me to say that now. I wanted to say it over and over again.
“I love you Gina Marie Valenti,” he replied, nuzzling me. Tristan had taken to calling me by my maiden name. He said he would continue to do that until I was officially a Sinclair.
Tristan and I got under the covers; his hands were on me in an instant. I hadn’t been cleared yet to resume penetrative sex, but Tristan and I been extremely creative with oral sex of late. We were both becoming quite limber again with the various oral positions we had created over the past couple of weeks. Afterwards, we cuddled in each other’s arms. Life was good.
CHAPTER 21
Several weeks had passed since Tylar had gone to spend time with her father in Baton Rouge. We had only spoken a couple of times, but then I hadn’t expected in her state of mind that she would be calling me routinely. I hoped her time spent with her dad proved to be therapeutic for her.
I had contacted her initially to let her know that Trey was being a royal pain in the ass; Tristan had finally had enough of his whining and had laid into him. I had encouraged Tylar to keep the line of communication open with him. I truly felt that they would reconcile. He was her lobster; she was his.
She had contacted me after that in a panic. She had halfway slept with another guy and somehow Trey knew it. She had been a freaking mess. They both needed to f*cking grow up in my opinion.
In the meantime, Preston had been spending some time with us. Even at her young age she was confused; her world had become uncertain. It was breaking my heart. Trey was still working long hours with Amber on that f*cking huge case that had thrown them together in the first place. He said it would be over soon; I had a feeling even after the case was over, Amber would still find a way to work closely with Trey.
I had started weaning Reese off the breast at ten weeks. I needed to spend more time at the club helping Tristan, even though he repeatedly told me that he could handle it. We had lost several key employees to better positions at rival clubs. I needed to replace, train and then develop a retention plan to make sure our wages and benefits were competitive to the area. Tristan was long over-due to make a trip to Bristol to check on his winery.