Baby Love(98)

Trey rose up, perching his head on his hand.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I just miss the butterflies I guess."

"The butterflies? I don't understand."

I turned on my side facing him. I ran my fingers through his 'just f*cked' hair loving his looks.

"You know how it is when you first fall in love? Everything is new and exciting; there's mystery and passion and . . . butterflies flutter in your stomach."

"I see," he said, twisting a lock of my hair between his fingers.

"So are you thinking that maybe Gina is feeling those butterflies now and you're not?"

"What are you talking about Trey," I asked sitting up in bed.

"Sweetie I know how you think. It's obvious that Tristan and Gina are doing the mattress mumbo and she has probably filled you in on all of the lurid details making you think somehow our play in the bedroom is lacking. I can tell you that it's not - at least from my perspective. Are you not pleased?'

"Of course I am Trey. I just want to make sure that we still love each other more than ever and that I still give you butterflies."

"I love you Tylar. You make me happy in bed and happy in love. I don't know what else to say."

"Just hold me Trey; hold me all night long while I sleep; and don't get any of your animalistic ideas," I whispered, a single tear rolling down my cheek.





CHAPTER 37



Gina and I were out with the masses doing our Black Friday shopping. It was going to be so much fun having a baby to buy for this Christmas. Gina and I both went overboard on Preston. Gina managed to find a plush stuffed Santa that bellowed "Ho! Ho! Ho!" when his fat belly was pressed.

"Look Ty," she said "It's kind of like that ghost I bought her that screeched 'Boo!'

"Yes she loved that too."

Come to think of it, I hadn't seen her plush ghost for several weeks. I had a sneaking suspicion Trey was behind the disappearance.

I bought Trey some new sweaters, another Atlanta Falcons jersey and a black wool dress coat. I noticed Gina was looking at some Izod sweaters in the men's section at Dillard's.

"What are you looking for?" I asked her coyly.

"I was just thinking how great this color would look with Tristan's eyes," she replied pulling an emerald green sweater from the rack.

"So you and Tristan are exchanging gifts?"

"Why not? We've been exchanging bodily fluids on a regular basis," she laughed.

"So what happened with you two last night?" I asked.

"We pulled an all night f*ckfest."

"By the way," I said, "What was with the dirty look you gave me yesterday when I invited Tristan to stay with us when he's back in town in a couple of weeks?"

"Because I'm staying there and you just have the two bedrooms. I don't want Trey knowing about Tristan and me as far as the physical relationship we have."

"Oh I see. That's all it is then - a physical relationship."

"Yes I've explained that to you already."

"Well for your information Gina, Trey has already figured that part out."

"What? How?"

"Hello? It's a bit obvious with him calling you 'babe' and always touching you for gosh sakes."

Gina smiled as she decided to go with the green sweater for Tristan. She could pretend all she wanted to that it was just a sexual relationship but I knew how she rolled. She was falling in love with him.

"Hey," she said, "So what's up for Christmas anyway? Are you going up to Bristol?"

"I'm not sure yet. I would kind of like to see if Trey would mind spending it in Baton Rouge with my dad. He wants to see me and his grand-daughter."

"You know Ty, I think it is so fantastic that you found your dad. Does it seem weird to have a dad after all of these years?"

"Well you know I always knew that I had one of course, but all I had to go on was Maggie's version of him which was another one of her fabrications. I guess I like that fact that he is a good man. I mean I filled you in on the specifics of their one and only night together."

"Yeah that was kind of a hoot. It almost sounded like your mom kinda crushed on him even though she was pissed he took her cherry thinking she was a pro. I bet he was good in bed and she liked it."

"Gina! I can't think of him that way. He's my father after all."

"Just saying,' she replied laughing. "Hey what does he look like?"

"Well he is built slender; not as tall as Trey. He has brown hair that is graying at the temples; his eyes are the same color as mine but they are very intense. I mean I just saw him briefly. I remember thinking he was nice-looking for an old guy."

"How old is he?"

"He's fifty."

"That's not really all that old Tylar. It's like ten years older than Tristan."

"Hey so if Trey and I go there at Christmas then you and Tristan will have the apartment all to yourselves," I said, giving her a wink.

"I figure Tristan will be in Bristol with his family."

"What if he invites you there with him?"

"I doubt very much if that will happen. One of us needs to be here to take care of the club, remember?"