Baby Love(143)

"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 f*cking late Tylar," he spat. "If you or your f*cking 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 f*cking 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!"