Baby Love (Baby #2)(105)

"Oh for Chrissake," Trey commented rolling his eyes.

"Are you even hungry at this point?"

"Not really," I said, going to the kitchen to shut off the lights and make sure all burners were off.

"I'm clearly exhausted and ready for my shower."

"Go for it babe," he replied.

"I'll get everything put away here and join you shortly."

Within ten minutes I was showered and in my nightgown for the night. Trey was in our suite shortly thereafter saying that we needed to move Preston's crib.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Tristan and Gina have apparently made up and that couch is not big enough to accommodate the f*ckfest I know is coming."

"But Trey," I whined, "How are we going to get the crib moved without waking the baby?"

"Christ Tylar, It isn't as if we have to take it apart and re-assemble it. There are caster wheels on it you know? I just want her out of that room."

"Okay. You're right the doorways here are plenty wide enough. Let's just roll it down the hall into our room."

Trey didn't follow me out into the hall.

"What now?" I asked.

"Well - I really don't want her in here seeing our sexual shenanigans either," he replied sheepishly.

"That's a not a problem sweetie; there aren't going to be any 'haps' in our room tonight. Let's go get her."

Trey and I rolled Preston's crib into our room not disturbing her sleep whatsoever. I climbed into the bed exhausted; Trey was right behind. We snuggled together and fell asleep in each other's arms within minutes.

Sometime during the night both Trey and I were awakened by strange high-pitched sounds. I got up quietly and approached Preston's crib. She was sleeping soundly her thumb in her mouth.

"Is she okay?" Trey whispered from our bed.

"Sound asleep," I answered making my way back to bed.

Just then we heard the high-pitched wailing again.

"It sounds like a cat in heat outside the building," Trey whispered.

"How in the hell can that sound drift all the way up to this floor?" I asked.

Our answer came shortly after when we heard the headboard on the bed in the nursery banging against the wall in a steady rhythm.

The "cat" screeches continued. We then heard loud male groaning; the banging had increased in rhythm and loudness.

"Jesus Christ," Trey mumbled loudly, "Déjà vu all f*cking over again."

We both rolled our pillows up placing them around our heads to cover our ears.



CHAPTER 41



Trey and I both awakened to the sound of Preston babbling, "num-num, num-num Maamaa."

"I think that means you honey," Trey said rolling over and nudging me.

I was extremely groggy from our restless night due to the goings-on down the hall. Preston had managed to sleep right through it. Trey had said it was because she was used to those sounds. I had elbowed him in the ribs on that one.

"I do not sound like that," I had snapped at him.

"And you better never either," he had replied laughing, "Or I will put a pillow over your head."

Trey nudged me again.

"Look at her Tylar, isn't she cute?"

I rose up and saw Preston standing up in her crib. She was bouncing up and down grinning from ear to ear. Her eye teeth were all the way through now. Her sleep tousled hair was standing up in places making it look like she had a couple of horns.

"I think little 'Vampira' vould like to suck your teat," Trey said trying to sound like Bella Lugosi's Dracula.

"Shut up Trey," I laughed scooting out of bed.

"I hope that is not your latest nickname for her. She will be in therapy with Karla before you know it."

I picked her up and smoothed her hair down before climbing back into bed with her. She nestled down against me finding my nipple and I fell back asleep.

Trey must have gotten up and got dressed while I slept. I woke up again when he lifted Preston from me.

"Hey Tristan and Gina are up. Do you want me to give Preston her bath and get her dressed?"

"Thank you baby. I love you."

"Right back at you Mrs. Sinclair."

I got up and dressed in jeans and a sweater. I put my make-up on and brushed my hair up into a ponytail. I didn't feel like flat-ironing it this morning.

When I got out to the living room I could smell all kinds of breakfast aromas. Both Gina and Tristan were in the kitchen talking and laughing as they cooked.

"Good morning Ty," Gina greeted me cheerily as she brought a platter of warm biscuits and cooked sausage patties out and placed it on the dining room table.

"Are you hungry for one of my special Sunday breakfasts?"

I wasn't aware that Gina had 'special Sunday breakfasts,' but I was famished at any rate.

"It looks and smells great Gina."

"Take a seat then; Tristan is finishing up the omelets."

Trey came out just then with the baby all bathed and dressed and got her settled into her playpen with her toys.

"Look at this," I said nodding toward the dining room.

"Tristan and Gina have been busy."

Trey and I took our seats at the dining room table which had been set with glasses of orange juice and ice water.