Baby Love(132)
The last thing I remembered before I passed out on our bed was Trey wishing me a 'Very Fucking Happy New Year.'
CHAPTER 53
My head was pounding when I finally came to in our bed on New Year’s morning. This was worse than the hangover I had experienced last year when Gina and I had gone to the track and met the ‘mirror’ twins.
Evidently wine hangovers weren’t quite as lethal as those caused by drinking too many ‘Adios Mother Fuckers.’ Even my eyelashes were in pain. I managed to raise my head off the pillow a couple of inches and saw that Trey was not in the bed. At this point, I wondered if he had even slept in here last night. When I looked at the pillow and blankets I decided that he had.
As if on cue the bedroom door opened and Trey came in carrying Preston. They were both still in their jammies so it couldn’t be that late. The clock on the nightstand read 7:52 a.m. I knew that I had passed out before midnight so I had at least gotten a sufficient amount of rest.
Trey put Preston on the bed and she immediately smiled at me as she crawled over to wear I was slumped against my pillows wanting to die.
“How ya feeling baby?” Trey asked his voice resounding in my ears like a relentless echo.
I managed a weak, sickly moan, covering my eyes with the back of my arm.
Preston was right there next to me chanting “Mamma . . . num-num, num-num.”
She was tugging at my pajama top. It hurt.
“I don’t think so Preston,” Trey said, scooping her up into his arms.
“Mommy’s num-num is likely to be eighty proof this morning. She’s going to need to pump and dump before anyone under drinking age can imbibe from those breasts.”
“Ha ha,” I managed weakly.
“I’ll go get her a bottle and feed her some cereal,” Trey said.
“Can I get you anything while I’m downstairs?”
“Gina,” I rasped, “Please Trey – send Gina in here.”
“I’ll see if they’re up,” he replied.
He left the room. It was obvious that he had no sympathy for my condition this morning.
Several minutes later Gina popped in looking well rested and refreshed.
“Feeling kind of down and out this morning girlfriend?”
“Gina . . . please. Have Thatcher make me whatever that concoction you had him make for me last year to kill that hangover I had. Tell him to make it stronger. Hurry, please.”
“You got it Ty. Be back in a few.”
It seemed like an eternity before Gina returned with a tray that had a glass of the red liquid and a plate of dry toast on it. Trey was right behind her with a tall glass of ice water and a bottle of ibuprofen. I managed to sit up anxious to drink the nasty brew and feel the relief it would bring.
I chugged it down swiftly, feeling the warmth start in the pit of my stomach and rise back up through my throat. The long, loud belch that followed tasted fiery this time.
“That’s a turn-on,” Trey remarked handing me the glass of water and two tablets of the ibuprofen to swallow.
“It ranks right up there with you puking all over the front of me last night Tylar.”
“You did?” Gina asked giggling.
I was clueless. Trey gave Gina a dirty look. He told me to lie back down and he would handle Preston until I felt better. He left Gina and me alone.
She continued giggling as she sat down on the bed.
“I wondered what the hell happened to you last night. One minute you were on the dance floor dancing to 'disco inferno' and the next minute you’re nowhere to be found. You missed some excitement.”
I was just glad that I wasn’t part of any excitement last night.
“Oh yeah? What happened?” I asked lying back against my pillows waiting for the ibuprofenl to kick in.
The nasty drink had done the trick on everything else.
“Well let’s see. First Caroline came running in all freaked out with her damn shirt all unbuttoned and Landon’s jacket tied around her waist. She claimed someone ‘puked’ on her but I think as hammered as that bitch gets she finally exceeded her own limit and either puked or shit herself.”
(Oh my God! It was all coming back to me now. Should I let Gina know?)
“Actually Gina, that would have been me. I felt sick after that last dance and went outside. I made it over to the oleander bushes to heave. Hell, I didn’t know her and Landon were on the other side of them screwing. Please don’t tell anyone. I’m glad she didn’t recognize that it was me.”
“Oh Ty – that is too funny. I would say being that it was Caroline that was probably just some karma coming back at her in liquid form. But the really big news is that I found out what the ‘brotherly pow-wow’ was all about last night.”
"The what?” I asked.
“Come on Ty, you couldn’t have been that trashed at that point. You remember? Tristan, Trey and Nigel all going off to talk about something important and you, me and Tess were talking on the couch?”
“Oh yes-yes,” I said, “I remember that now. So what was the discussion about?”
“I’m not sure if you’ve recovered enough to hear this.”
“Gina I am so not in the mood to have to drag this out of you. Spill it now.”
“Okay, but get ready. You remember when Tess shared with us that she and Nigel have been working with a fertility clinic in California having her eggs harvested so a surrogate can carry the child for her?”