Baby Love (Baby #2)(94)

"Then dad it is."

"Okay dad - I will send this video your way. I would appreciate any help you can provide in locating these people mentioned. If my mother was poisoned as my aunt alleges in this conversation than I need to seek justice on her behalf."

"Of course you have it," he promised.

"When can I see you and my grandbaby Tylar?"

"I don't know for certain. We'll work something out soon. Can I ask you something?"

"Certainly."

"How old are you?"

"I'm fifty," he replied.

"I'm ten years older than your mother."

(Just like with Trey and me.)

"Do I have any brothers or sisters?"

"I'm afraid not. My wife wasn't able to have children. She passed away last year."

"So you will watch the video and get back with me?"

"Yes I will. I will try and get some answers for you very quickly."

"Good-night Tylar."

"Good-night Dad."

Trey came into the bedroom looking for me. He had Preston in his arms.

"I wondered where you were," he said. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine Trey," I said entering my dad's number into my contact list on my Blackberry.

Once finished I forwarded the video to his phone.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I just forwarded Maggie's conversation to Dad. He's going to assist in getting to the bottom of this."

"Dad?" he asked, his eyes widening.

"Well it's 'dad' for me. I think that you are still expected to address him as 'Your Honor'," I replied smiling.

"Seriously? You made the call?"

"Yes Trey, I did. He shared a lot with me about my mother. He believes I am his daughter and he wants to meet his grand-daughter who just happens to be his namesake."

"Baby that is fantastic," he said

"Did you hear that Preston? You officially have another grandpa. He's a federal judge too," Trey was telling her.

She didn't appear to be overly impressed. At the moment she was chewing viciously on her rubber banana. She was probably cutting more teeth by the looks of it.

"So baby, I'm going to change Preston's diaper and put her down for the night. She took a bottle while we were watching ESPN so how about you and I celebrate your good news?"

"Let me guess. We'll watch Monday Night Football together?"

"That's not even close to what I had in mind," he said giving me his dimpled grin.



CHAPTER 36



Gina and I were in the kitchen getting the bird out of the oven.

"That looks great Ty," she said eyeing the turkey.

"Can you mash the potatoes Gina?"

"Sure thing," she replied getting the hand mixer plugged in.

I went into the living room where both Trey and Tristan were sprawled out watching football.

"Trey," I said, "Can you please carve the turkey?"

"Yeah baby. Next commercial I promise."

I went back into the kitchen where Gina was plugging the cord for the mixer into the wall socket.

"You know Gina, it kinda burns my ass that I spent the better part of two days preparing this meal and all Trey has to do is carve the damn turkey provided that he can do it during a flipping commercial."

"Now Ty, football is also very much a Thanksgiving tradition you know. It's important to let Trey enjoy the holiday the way he chooses."

I gave her a sidelong glance. It wasn't like her to defend Trey's position on anything.

"What’s gotten into you?" I asked.

"Or maybe the better question is who has gotten in to you?"

Gina immediately looked away and I saw her face flush.

"No you didn't!" I shrieked.

"Shhh," Gina hissed, "Keep it down. I don't want Tristan thinking that I put our business out there like that."

"Oh no," I said, "You are telling me everything and I want it now. Put the lid back on those potatoes," I instructed, putting the foil back over the turkey.

"Come with me."

We passed Trey coming into the kitchen as we headed out.

"Hey don’t you want me to carve the turkey?" he asked.

"Yeah go ahead. I have to show Gina what I bought for Preston to wear on Christmas," I lied.

Once we got into the privacy of the master suite I closed the door.

"Spill it," I said taking a seat next to her on the bed.

"You can't say a word to Trey and I mean it."

"BFF promise," I said holding my hand up.

"Well," she giggled, "The first night he got to town it was all kind of businesslike you know? We talked about the club; I listened to his suggestions some of which I liked others not so much. We went to the club and discussed the layout and some changes that he wants to make to accommodate having a dinner crowd just through the week to generate more revenue--"

"For Chrissake Gina - I don’t want to hear all that shit. Get to the good part."

"Okay so like Monday and Tuesday night he slept in the guest room all nice and proper. Last night we decided to go to the club and party it up. The music was great; we were drinking and dancing. So we get back to my condo and we're both tipsy and I tell him good-night and so I go and get in my skimpy little black silk nightie with the push up bra. Then I remembered that I needed to make that cranberry relish to bring over here today and I needed to soak the cranberries."