Baby Love(25)

"What is the point Trey?" I asked studying his face.

"The point is to know that you can function in a world where your security and peace of mind cannot always be guaranteed I guess. I need to know that if something happened to me, that you would be okay to go on. I need to know that you can face any fears, real or imagined with something other than withdrawal and escape."

It was in that moment that I got it. Trey was right. I had changed after the baby was born; I was not the girl that had set out on her own to make a nest for her baby asking for no one's help; I was not the same girl who had defied Trey's orders and set about to win a feature race setting the best time in the series on a long-shot quarter horse named Jezebel; I was not the same girl who had kicked the be-Jesus out of Charlie at the age of thirteen, and then again at the age of twenty-one when he attempted to rape me.

I recalled a conversation that I had the previous year with Mark; he had told me something to the effect that a man doesn't necessarily want a woman to change into something that she was not, even though it might mean a rocky road at times for them it would still be a road well traveled together. Right now Trey needed the assurance that I was still that girl.

"Trey," I said softly, "I can't say with absolute certainty that I won't worry about Preston when she is out of my sight but I can say that I will do this thing for you because I know that it is important and I understand why it is important to you as well."

He pulled me to him and we kissed long and passionately. Throughout that night Trey and I made love very slowly and very sweetly several times. We murmured our love for one another again and again during our lovemaking. We fell asleep finally satiated our arms and legs entwined.





CHAPTER 9



I was dressed in my new black suit peering at myself in the full-size mirror in Trey's closet. I had purchased new heels to go with it. I had dark nylon thigh-high stockings on with my 3" pumps. I perched my leg up on the foot stool in the dressing room to smooth the nylons up, readjusting the lacey band at the top of my thigh.

Trey came out of the bathroom having skipped his morning ritual of getting up earlier and going to the gym and showering and dressing there. He stopped short when he saw me; a slow grin crossed his face.

"Baby you look awesome," he said, closing the distance between us.

I smiled up at him as he closed in on me, grazing my thigh with his fingertips, pulling me up against him firmly. I blushed thinking about what had transpired the previous night. Trey and I had been making love every night for the past several; last night had been especially delicious.

He lowered his head to mine, his lips kissing mine warmly and seductively. He moaned reflecting my sentiments exactly. I yearned for him to be inside of me once again, remembering how hot it had been the previous night. I had worried that Susan might have heard our lovemaking being that we were a bit louder than usual.

"I love you baby," he said softly. "How about helping me with my tie?"

"Certainly Mr. Sinclair," I answered in a coquettish manner, reaching out to start tying his tie.

Trey smiled down at me, thoroughly happy that I was returning to the workforce, if only for a few weeks. I finished his tie, brushing some lint off of his suit jacket totally mesmerized at his awesome build and great looks.

"You look great honey," I breathed, raising my face back up to meet his warm lips one more time before we headed out of our suite.

I could hear Susan in the kitchen and the smell of freshly brewed coffee greeted us as we entered the living room. Preston was in her mesh baby playpen already dressed in her pink bib overalls with a white cotton turtleneck underneath. Susan had pulled the baby's hair up into a thin wispy ponytail on top of her head. She looked like a non-cartoon version of Pebbles Flintstone with that cute little sprout of hair. She was sitting up chewing on a rubber rattle when she saw us. She was teething and had taken to chewing on everything it seemed.

Preston squealed in delight at seeing Trey and I enter the room. Trey went over to the playpen. She was gurgling and cooing, holding her little arms up so that he would lift her up. He didn't hesitate in doing so, holding her close and kissing her forehead.

"Hey Chubbers," he greeted her with a smile showing his dimple.

She quickly returned the favor presenting her dimple to him. She was still clutching her rubber rattle and offered it to her daddy.

"I don't want that," he teased. "It's got 'Preston slobber' all over it. Yucky!"

She giggled with delight as he continued talking to her as we entered the kitchen. Susan had made coffee and poured juice for both of us. She was at the stove scrambling up some eggs with cheese the way Trey liked them.

"Good morning," she greeted us smiling.

"Now the both of you look so handsome. Tylar that suit was such a good choice honey. I'm glad you selected that one instead of the grey one. I just think the grey one hid too much of your youthful build."

Trey chuckled gazing at my legs appreciatively and the outline of my butt beneath the black skirt. It was Chanel but I appeased myself with the fact that it was a basic black suit with classic lines that could be worn for a few years.

"Thank you Susan, I'm glad you talked me into this one as well. Has Preston had a bottle yet?"

"She was up with the chickens this morning. Grandma fed her around 6:30. She has plenty of bottles left for the day if you're worried," she said.