Baby Love (Baby #2)(95)

"Uh-huh," I replied, "Go on get to the good stuff."

"Well I figure Tristan is in his room so I go out dressed in my sexy nightie to the kitchen and get the cranberries out and put them in water to soak overnight. Just as I am crossing back through the living room there he is headed out of the guest room like he's going to the kitchen. The next thing I know I'm pressed up against him making out and feeling him getting all hard."

"Oh my God," I said giggling.

"Then what?"

"Well he asked me if I wanted to take it to the bedroom. I said sure. I asked him if he had condoms and he said he did so we went to my room and f*cked all night long."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. That's what happened."

"Oh come on Gina; there has to be more."

"Ty it isn't what you think. We are not in love or anything. We are both on the rebound. Remember what I told you about not wanting to be a 'bridge bitch?"

"Yeah whatever," I replied, waving my hand at her dismissively.

"How was the sex?"

"It was fantastic girlfriend. I've got to tell you that Tristan is extremely thorough with his tongue if you know what I mean? Plus he is hung very well and knows how to use it to hit all of the right places. You know I was born with two G-Spots right? He can hit them both at the same time. Now that is all I am telling you. It was sex. It was fun. End of story."

(Whatever Gina - LOL!)

When we got back to the kitchen Trey and Tristan had finished up getting everything set out at the dining room table. Preston was still napping so we could enjoy a quiet meal.

I noticed that Tristan held the chair out for Gina to take her seat before he sat down. Trey was already seated piling food onto his plate.

Tristan was very attentive to her during the meal. I think Trey had finally noticed it as well. I saw him roll his eyes a couple of times; once after Tristan asked Gina if she wanted more turkey referring to her as 'babe,' and then again when Gina got up to clear the table before dessert he had jumped up to help her.

"What the hell is going on with those two?" Trey whispered to me as they took our plates out to the kitchen.

"I don’t know that there is anything going on Trey. It seems to me that they simply get along. What's the problem?"

"Wanna bet he's already banged her?"

"Don’t be so crude Trey," I said admonishing him.

"I'm getting dessert. Do you want apple pie or pumpkin?"

"Pumpkin," he mumbled frowning.

I picked the salad plates up and took them to the kitchen. When I got to the doorway I saw Tristan's arms wrapped around Gina. He had her pulled up against him; his hands were all over her ass. They were kissing passionately. They hadn't seen me so I quietly and quickly turned around and went back out to the dining room.

"What's the matter? Where's my pie?" Trey asked as I set the salad plates back down on the table.

I lip synced to him that Tristan and Gina were making out in the kitchen.

"Jesus Christ - what the hell did I tell you?"

"Shush Trey; they'll hear you. I think it's cute."

"Cute my ass. It's not as though I don't have her in my life enough just being your best friend. She'll probably end up as my sister-in-law now."

I had to giggle at Trey's discomfort with the idea. He just needed to learn how to deal with Gina.

Gina appeared in the doorway to the dining room.

"Tristan's loading the dishwasher. Here - let me take these plates to the kitchen," she said picking up the stacked salad plates. I'll go ahead and bring dessert out."

Her cheeks were flushed a rosy pink.

Trey and I gave Gina our dessert orders and she hurried back into the kitchen.

Now was probably as good of time as any to bring up the subject of Gina staying with us when she had to be out of the condo next week.

"Trey would you have a problem with Gina staying here with us for a couple of weeks until she finds an apartment. She hasn't had time to look for anything working all those hours at the club. She has to be out by December 1st."

"Where the hell will she stay?"

"She can stay in Preston's room. She's not bringing her furniture; that's all going into storage."

He waved his hand dismissively at me.

"Whatever Tylar; I certainly can't say 'no' now that I'm fairly certain my brother is throwing the meat to her. I'm sorry dear, was that too crude?"

He gave me one of his stoic glares.

"Thank you for your understanding and compassion Trey," I replied smiling at him.

Our landline rang and Gina got it from the kitchen.

"Tylar - it's your dad," she said bringing the phone to me.

I had talked to him once since our initial conversation on Monday evening. He had hired someone to locate Trinity LaFleur and he had located my mother's death certificate as well as my birth certificate. He had mailed certified copies of both of them to me. I hadn't received them yet.

"Hi Dad," I said smiling.

It didn't feel weird anymore calling him that.

"Hi daughter," he laughed pleasantly into the phone.

"I wanted to call and wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and give you an update. You probably haven't received the certificates that I mailed to you yet. I wanted to let you know that I would like to have your birth certificate amended."