Baby Love (Baby #2)(37)

"I love you too, Trey. I always will no matter what." I promised.

He rose up, slowly pulling himself out of me.

"You know that our baby girl is coming home, don't you Trey?"

He was lying on his side, his head propped up in his hand watching me.

"I know that sweetie," he said, smiling at me.

"I don't think you're as sure of that as I am."

I saw a frown crease his forehead.

"Why would you say that?" he asked, his eyes searching mine in confusion.

"Because you didn't let me correct the situation with respect to my diaphragm, or grab a condom from the bedside drawer when you realized we weren't protected just now."

"What are you saying exactly, Tylar?

"I'm just saying that in that moment, you were willing to play Russian roulette with birth control and taking a chance that I could get pregnant."

Trey didn't say anything reflecting upon what I had just said to him. He looked conflicted at the moment.

"Trey - all I am saying is that if Preston had been tucked away safely in her room here at home and the same thing would have happened just now, you would have taken a moment to put a condom on. Am I right?"

"For Chrissake Tylar. Let's not over analyze it, please?"

"I'm not trying to over analyze it, sweetie. You just need to believe that she will be back with us real soon. Another baby would never replace her, you get that right?"

"I know that, Tylar, it wasn't about that at all. I want us to have more children, you know that. If you were pregnant right now, I wouldn't have a problem at all with that. It has nothing to do with my not having faith that Preston will be coming home. I promise, okay?"

"Okay then," I said, smiling and snuggling up against him.

"I forgot to see if Tristan needed anything. Did he get settled in the guest room?"

I refused to refer to it as the nursery until Preston was back home.

"He's fine, "Trey answered. "He's watching ESPN in the living room in between 'sext messages."

"What?"

Trey chuckled good-naturedly.

"It appears that Tristan is either in love or in lust. I haven't quite figured it out yet."

--"With whom?" I asked, not that I would know the person.

"Someone named Libby," he replied.

"Does she live in California?"

"Actually she lives here in Atlanta. He met her on the plane."

"Are you serious?"

He nodded, smiling.

"I think Tristan is on the cusp of his mid-life crisis," he added.

"Oh right - he is turning forty soon. I guess I forgot about that. Your mom had said something a week or so ago about throwing him a major party for the occasion."

"We've had a lot on our minds baby. I'm sure if we fast forward to the party we will have Preston is our arms for the occasion."

"The sooner the better," I remarked tearing up again.

"Tristan is planning on moving back to Virginia."

"Really?" I asked.

"What about his winery?"

"He is going to sell it to Nigel and expand the winery at the 'Belle. He is going to make a major investment. He and my father have most of the details worked out."

"Go to sleep now baby."

Goodnight Trey; I love you."

Goodnight, Baby. I love you."



CHAPTER 13



By 10:00 a.m. the following morning Trey had updated the Georgia State Police with the information relative to the VIN number and license plate numbers, along with the year, make and model of Daniel's SUV to update 'Levi's Call'. Pictures of the vehicle along with pictures of Preston and Maggie were run on the local network evening news all over Georgia.

The FBI had also alerted the same updated information for AMBER alerts in Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama, Virginia, Indiana and Kentucky. A photo of Maggie and Preston had been dispatched to all of the applicable agencies with an alert that Maggie may be wearing a grey wig in order to appear older than her 42 years of age.

Trey, along with his mom and dad had personally put up a $100,000 reward for anyone who submitted information that lead to the safe return of our baby, - no questions asked. The feds weren't keen on this type of incentive but neither Trey nor I really gave a shit. We were willing to do whatever it took to get our baby back.

Trey needed to go into the office so Tristan was taking me down to the police station where a detective was going to be questioning Sheila Bradley from the resume that Maggie had used to get signed with the agency. What was the connection?

Tristan and I headed downtown around 10:30 to meet with the detectives. We were ushered into a room with a two way glass window where we could view the questioning.

"How are you holding up, Tylar?" he asked gently.

"I'm fine Tristan as long as I keep myself busy and active in the search."

"I thought as much," he replied. "I swear we will get her back, Tylar. I love my little niece. If Trey is hell bent on you going back to work then I will stay here and watch her," he promised.

I had to smile at him. He was so intense at times.

A detective came into the room with us. He introduced himself as Detective Hook. He informed us that the investigators were on their way in with Sheila Bradley. Within moments, the door opened and Sheila Bradley was ushered in by two detectives. The female detective started the questioning; identifying each of them, explaining that the interview was being videotaped.