Be My Baby

Genres: Billionaires Romance; Contemporary Romance; New Adult Romance; Romantic Suspense; Workplace Romance

Synopsis

Life's About Love . . . And Life's About Pain . . .

My life was about to get even better! Trey and I had a new home, complete with horses for me to train. Preston was growing leaps and bounds; and so happy to have a baby brother or sister on the way. Tristan and Gina had just welcomed their new son into the family.

All was good.

But sometimes life can deal a bad hand or two and you don't see it coming.
A sudden loss. A fractured marriage. A separation to clear one's mind or reset priorities. To examine one's heart and soul.

I will always love Trey. Trey will always love me.

But is that enough?

Book 3 in the "Baby Series" is the Author's favorite of the bunch. Read it. You will see why.

Mature Content 18+

Release date: August 25, 2013

Publisher: Meatball Taster Publishing

Print pages: 290

Content advisory: 18+

Sample

CHAPTER 1

I was pacing back and forth in the visitor’s lounge with my phone up to my ear. I was trying like hell to reach Trey. I wanted to let him know what was going on with Gina.

The door opened suddenly and Tristan came in. His face was pale. He was scared. I hadn’t pulled any punches when I'd finally gotten in touch with him earlier. I had lit into him pretty good, feeling bad afterwards when he told me the reason he hadn’t heard his phone was because he was busy sanding and staining the cradle he'd made for the baby. He had been working on the nursery furniture in his spare time in the basement at the club. It was to be a surprise for Gina.

“How is she?”

“I don’t know anything more, Tristan. They took her for an emergency C-Section. It seems like it’s taking too long. I’m scared.”

Tristan came over and pulled me to him. We both loved Gina.

“How are you feeling, Tylar?”

“I’m holding up okay. This pregnancy is certainly different than with Preston’s. I’m just so tired all of the time. When my doctor increased my vitamins I was nauseated all of the time. I’ll get through it.”

“Where’s Trey? Have you called him?”

“I’ve tried several times. Tonya said that he and the new junior partner are in depositions and can’t be interrupted.”

“Oh. Amber, huh?”

“Who else?”

Just then the nurse came out to the lounge and asked who was here for Gina Hatton. Both Tristan and I answered at once.

“Well, only one of you can come back. She’s in recovery now.”

I turned to Tristan. “Call my cell and let me know as soon as you talk to her doctor or her, okay?"

“I promise,” he said, squeezing my hand. He headed out the door, right behind the nurse.

I sat back down on one of the stuffed chairs. I was glad that Gina and Tristan had worked things out. I never doubted that they would. Surprisingly, it was Trey that had talked some sense into Tristan about the situation. That had shocked the hell out of me.

Trey had been furious with me the night all of this had gone down. Ian had presented some lab report to Tristan at the club showing him that he had a normal sperm count of all things. Tristan had immediately jumped to the conclusion that Gina had been trying to pull one over on him by not telling him that she and Ian had hooked up one last time before Gina and Tristan had become involved.

It had been a real mess for about a week. Trey had calmed down sooner than Tristan. Gina had simply told Tristan that he could believe what he wanted to believe. She didn’t give a shit. She would raise the child with or without him.

They eventually worked it out, but Gina was better at forgiving than forgetting. She told Tristan that she was having the DNA testing done as soon as the baby was born. She also told him once she had the results she was going to personally shove them up his ass.

I giggled as I remembered standing there at the club and watching her as she had unceremoniously lit into him. She had jabbed her finger into his chest to drive the point home. Tristan had simply watched her calmly. After she had finished her tirade, he had pulled her against him and held her tightly. He told her it was fine; and that he deserved it. And then he told her that he loved her.

He had treated Gina like a queen during the rest of her pregnancy. They had moved her furniture into Trey’s old apartment once we had moved out. It was their home now. Gina had re-done Preston’s nursery preparing for a boy. She had wanted to know the sex of the baby. Both she and Tristan were going to be great parents. I just wished that he would call me. I needed to know they were both okay.

My phone chimed just then; and it was Tristan. “Hey,” I said.

“She’s fine; the baby's fine,” he said, the relief apparent in his voice.

I joined him in breathing a sigh of relief too.

Thank God.

“Apparently there was a separation of the placenta and tearing of something else. I don’t know all of the technical terminology involved, but her doctor said she'll be fine. She needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. Our son weighs six and a half pounds and he is beautiful, Tylar.”

“Oh Tristan, I'm so happy for you both. Congratulations, Daddy. When can I see them?”

“She can have visitors tomorrow. She’s pretty groggy right now. Hey, do you need me to drive you home or anything?”

“No. I’m good. I’ve got my car here, so no worries. Tell Gina that I love her.”

“I’ll do it, Tylar. See you tomorrow.”

Jean had Preston fed and in her pajamas by the time I made it home. I still hadn't heard from Trey, so I busied myself with folding laundry and I filled Jean in on Gina’s status. Jean assured me those things were fairly uncommon and that I shouldn't worry. I knew that Jean was worried about my pregnancy because she knew how sick and tired I'd been. I don’t know how I would've managed had it not been for her.

I walked out to the barn to check on Derringer. Marcus was still out in the paddock area when I got there. Derringer had strained a ligament earlier in the week, and I wanted to make sure that Marcus was still putting the liniment on it and wrapping it. I hadn’t gotten out to the barn yesterday, because it hadn't been one of my good days.

“Hey there, Tylar,” he greeted me with a smile. “Are you feeling any better today?”

“A little bit, thanks. I just wanted to check on Derringer.”

“Don’t trust me to take care of that spoiled horse of yours, huh?”

“You know me,” I replied with a wink. I checked on Derringer; he had a fresh wrap on.

“See?”

“Okay, okay. Yes, I'm a worrywart about some things. I appreciate your tolerance of that, Marcus.”

The truth was I didn’t know what I would've done without Marcus looking after the horses, keeping up with ordering supplies, and scheduling stud services. My father had sent two gorgeous Arabians to us shortly after we moved to the ranch. The stud fees we collected from those alone were a small fortune.

“I’m sorry I haven’t done more around here to help, Marcus," I sighed, brushing Derringer's mane.

“Hey now,” he said, leading ‘Majestic Maverick’ out of his stall, “I know you haven’t felt well, Tylar. Don’t you worry a thing about it, okay? The important thing is to take care of yourself and that baby. We’ll manage out here for the time being.”

He clicked his tongue and walked the horse out into the arena area for exercise. I liked Marcus regardless of Trey’s feelings about him.

Trey seemed to think any male working with me or around me had some ulterior motives for trying to get into my ‘knickers’ as he put it.

I had hired Marcus several months after we moved out here. The stud service and boarding business had grown significantly. Trey told me that I needed to financially justify hiring a full-time hand, which I had easily done. I think even Trey was surprised at how lucrative our facility had become. Still, he made the occasional comment about how much time I spent with Marcus. He hadn’t made those comments in a while, probably since my pregnancy had become so obvious.

I could have raised a stink about how much time he spent with Amber these days. Ever since they brought her into the firm as a junior partner several months back, Trey had been tasked with mentoring her. Not that he complained of course. She'd been out to the house several times working with Trey on various cases. I didn’t like her and I was pretty sure that feeling was mutual.

I walked across the pasture and back up into the house. I saw the headlights of Trey’s car as he came up the driveway; another car was right behind him.

Shit!

It was Amber’s sporty little BMW. Of course, I would totally look like shit at the moment. Trey might've shown me the common courtesy of advance notice, but no, he never did where she was concerned.

He told me I should appreciate the fact that when he had to work late, he did so at home. That part I was used to; I just didn’t appreciate him having Amber right next to him while working in our home. She wanted him. That had become very obvious to me.

I pulled off my muddy boots and dropped them to the floor of the back porch. Hopefully, if I went in through the back, I could avoid the prissy bitch. No such luck. She and Trey were in the kitchen making a fresh pot of coffee.

“Well Tylar, hello,” Amber greeted, taking off her coat and putting it on the back of a kitchen chair. “Trey tells me you’ve not been feeling well.”

“Hi Amber. Well you know how it is, just pregnancy stuff, I guess.”

“Well actually, I wouldn’t know about that yet. I’ve not been as blessed as you, but I fully intend to have children someday; just as many as my man wants.”

I eyed her suspiciously. Amber was perfectly made up and coiffed. Her make-up and nails were always impeccable. I couldn’t remember the last time I'd indulged in a manicure or pedicure. She had chestnut brown hair that was but just above the shoulders. Her eyes were a dark, chocolate brown and very intense. They were doe eyes.

Trey handed her a mug of coffee and she sat down at the table.

“Trey - do you have a minute?” I asked.

“Sure, baby.”

He stood there expectantly, waiting for me to continue. I rolled my eyes at him indicating it was of a private nature.

“Oh, excuse me for a moment Amber. You can go ahead and get started marking up the depositions if you want.”

“Sure Trey,” she gushed, flashing him her signature, flirty-ass smile.

“See you later, Tylar.”

“Uh huh,” I replied not bothering to glance over at her as I left the room.

Trey followed me out of the kitchen and down the hall to the living room where we were out of earshot.

“Trey, I've been trying to reach you all day. I must’ve left three messages with Tonya.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie. We were taking depositions all day at the office of opposing counsel, so I haven’t even been back to my office.”

“So, you don’t check your phone either?”

“I’m sorry, babe. It’s been a crazy day. What can I say? I’m here now. What is it?”

“Gina had the baby today. Emergency C-Section. She nearly bled to death.” I threw in the last part to make him feel really bad.

“Oh shit, baby. Is she okay? What about the baby?”

“Yes, they're both fine. I couldn’t reach Tristan for the longest time, so he didn’t get there until she was out of surgery. I couldn’t get in touch with you at all which I find kind of disturbing being that I'm significantly pregnant right now. What if I can’t get in touch with you when it’s my time?”

“Honey, honey, I think you're going a bit overboard here. You’re not even due for a couple of months. Don’t worry. This case should be winding down by then.”

“Well don’t rush it on my account,” I snapped at him turning away.

He reached for me pulling me back to him. “Hey, why don’t you go up and take a nice, relaxing bath? We should be finished down here in an hour, tops. I’ll come up and give you a back rub, okay? Does that sound nice?”

I melted against him just like I always did. The truth was it sounded like heaven.

“Mmmm,” I sighed, “yes it does.”

“That’s my girl. I’ll see you in an hour, baby.”

“It’s a date.”

He gave me a quick kiss and headed back to the kitchen; back to Amber with the full, pouty lips; and the perky, pushed-up breasts.

CHAPTER 2

I checked on Preston when I went upstairs. She was sleeping peacefully in her crib, her thumb in her mouth as usual.

Jean had retired to her apartment for the night. I gave my baby girl a soft kiss on her check and pulled her blanket up around her. She was getting so big; growing up so fast. She was excited about the prospect of having a new baby brother or sister. Jean and I made sure we kept explaining about why Mommy’s tummy was getting big. She liked to put her hand on my stomach and feel the baby kick.

I had stopped breast-feeding Preston right before she turned a year old. Trey had insisted. He didn’t think it looked right for a pregnant woman to be breast-feeding another child. He said it looked ‘hill-jack’, whatever the hell that meant.

I ran a warm bath and got a clean nightgown out. My long soak in the tub felt wonderful. I washed my hair and shaved my legs. Trey was right. I worried too much. I knew that he would be there when the time came. My hormones were making me overly emotional again.

I slipped under the clean, warm sheets of our bed and glanced over at the clock. It had been an hour and twenty minutes. I was so looking forward to my back rub. The baby was relatively quiet now. The past few days he (or she) had been doing gymnastics within the confines of my uterus - at least it felt that way. Tonight it was very calm. I would probably sleep much better.

I drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t sure how much later it was when I felt Trey beside me in bed. He smelled fresh from the shower. I could feel his damp hair as he lowered his face to mine, capturing my lips with his own. He kissed me softly, the passion building.

What about my back rub?

“Mmm-Trey,” I started, “What about…?”

“Hush baby,” he whispered, “I need to be inside of you; it’s been so long, Tylar.”

I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or not, but it seemed like Trey was always horny after a late work night with Amber. It was difficult to tell though, because we hadn’t been having sex on a regular basis for quite a while.

I just never felt good, and I knew Trey was getting tired of my excuses. There was no way I was going to make an excuse tonight. As much as I wanted to simply forego the back rub in favor of him allowing me to roll back over and go to sleep without having sex, I knew it wouldn't bode well. It wasn’t his fault I was never in the mood.

Whatever.

I laced my arms around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. He lips and tongue hungrily devoured me. His breathing was already getting faster. Maybe it wouldn’t last too long tonight.

Once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness of our room, it was as if I were watching someone else in a bad porn film. I felt so detached even though it was Trey doing all of those things to me that I used to love. His lips and tongue were doing magical things to my breasts and below. His fingers were gently probing the folds of my sex; I felt myself get wet for him. My body was responding; why wasn’t I?

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“Mmmm - oh yeah, Trey.”

“Tell me what you want, Tylar?”

To roll over on my side and just go to sleep.

“I want you, Trey. I want you inside of me right now.”

He lifted his weight up and off of me; and his hand gently guided his erection into me. He flexed in and out of me a couple of times, and I felt myself get even wetter.

“Ummm you feel so good. I’ve missed this so much, baby.”

What the hell is wrong with me? This is my husband. This is who I love. Why do I feel like a corpse?

I felt a tear run down my cheek; and then another. Trey was busy, rocking in and out of me. He didn’t notice. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I needed to feel something different than what I was feeling now.

Trey was moaning; his pace and rhythm had picked up. I tried to meet his thrusts but at this point, I wasn’t sure if he would even notice. I wasn't sure that I could even bring anything to the party. He was almost there.

“Ummm... oh yeah,” he groaned as I felt him stiffen; followed by the familiar throbbing as he emptied his climax into me.

He rolled over onto his back and threw his arm over his forehead. He was winding down; his breathing normalized.

“I love you Trey.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Several minutes later I heard his deep, even breathing. He was asleep. I turned on my side, hugging my pillow in my arms against me and wept softly until I finally fell back to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning the sun was streaming in through our bedroom window. Trey was already up and gone for the day. I couldn't believe that I'd slept through his morning ritual. My back ached something fierce. It would've been nice if I'd gotten that back rub I was promised last night. I looked over at the clock on the nightstand.

Holy shit! It's after ten-thirty.

My cheeks felt flushed as I sat up quickly. I needed to get going and get to the hospital to see Gina and the baby. As soon as I sat upright I felt dizzy. Maybe I just needed to lie back down for a few more minutes. I sank back down into the pillows and pulled the blankets up under my chin. I was shivering now.

When I awoke again I couldn’t read what the clock on the nightstand said because my vision was all blurry. I put my hand up to my face; my forehead and cheeks were damp with perspiration. What the hell was going on?

I forced myself to throw my legs over the side of the bed. I really needed to use the bathroom. My nightgown was soaked. I must’ve wet the bed. I definitely had a fever going. That's when I looked down and saw the blood all over the sheets from where I had been lying. I heard myself scream for Jean - over and over again. Eventually, I heard the bedroom door open and then everything after that went black.

 

 CHAPTER 3

 When I awoke, the first thing that I saw was Trey sitting in a chair beside my bed. He still had his work clothes on. The sleeves on his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. He'd loosened his tie. His sexy five o’clock shadow had gone a bit beyond that.

“Trey?”

He jumped up from his chair and came to stand beside me. “Tylar,” he breathed, his eyes reflected his pain.

He was poised to continue talking to me. I interrupted before he had a chance.

“Wait - wait,” I said. “Let me guess. I’m in the hospital, aren’t I?” I followed this with a sarcastic laugh that even I didn’t recognize. I saw Trey’s expression go straight to ‘concerned.’

He started to say something but again I interrupted with sarcasm.

“I mean I couldn’t possibly be anywhere else, could I? It’s all just so... fucking Tylar, isn’t it?”

“Honey,” he said, quietly, taking my hand into his, “I need to tell you what happened.”

“No. No Trey. You don’t get to tell me what happened because you see, I already know what happened.”

I was on a roll, not quite sure where all of this was coming from. I was just so angry; I was so fucking angry with Trey.

Trey hit the button illuminating the light for a nurse to come in. I was freaking him out apparently. His eyes now had a hint of fear in them.

“You just had to have sex last night, didn’t you? It was all about you, just like always. And then - you simply leave this morning while I'm burning up with a fever and bleeding out in our bed.”

“Tylar honey - please?”

“Please what, Trey?”

“It was two nights ago. You’ve been in the hospital one night already. You lost a lot of blood. You needed a transfusion. It was a very freak and rare infection, honey. But you’re going to be fine, I promise. You'll get out of here in a day or two.”

“And the baby?”

I hadn’t had the nerve to look down at my stomach yet. I already knew though. I knew as soon as I had awakened. Trey’s eyes were filled with tears now. Were they tears of guilt or tears of loss?

“We lost her, sweetie. I’m so sorry. We lost our baby girl.”

He laid his head down on my now flat stomach. His tears flowed freely as he sobbed against me. I placed my hand on his dark, thick hair and ran my fingers through it absently. I was trying to make sense out of all of this.

The following days went by in a blessed blur. My doctor explained the details of what had happened to Trey and me; though I didn’t listen to any of it. The nurses told me what I could and couldn’t do once I was released from the hospital.

At home, Jean was crying and wringing her hands. She watched me as if I were a fine piece of porcelain china that had been set too close to the edge of the mantle; the slightest jar or movement could send me crashing into hundreds of pieces. Preston was told to ‘let Mommy rest.’ She didn’t understand any of this. She was herded out of my room every time she tried to sneak in.

Gina was at my bedside, inconsolable as she cried and held me. My father did the encore feature of the same after Gina had left. Trey was hounding me about names, caskets and burial arrangements.

Everyone - please!  Just. Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone.

It was the second day after I had been released from the hospital that a graveside service had been scheduled for the baby. Trey had insisted that we name her. So I named her Marley Renaud Sinclair after my mother.

Trey had made the arrangements for everything else. He'd purchased a burial plot in the ‘baby’ section of the cemetery in DeKalb County, along with picking out a casket and a grave marker. I had been ordered strict bed rest, so I wasn’t able to assist him with making any of the arrangements.

Susan and Clive had already flown in to Atlanta right after Gina and Tristan’s baby was born. They had named him Reese Patrick Sinclair. I was sorry that my miscarriage had served to dampen the joy of properly welcoming Baby Reese into the family. I had said as much to Gina, Tristan and Susan. They had all gaped at me with expressions that ranged from ‘puzzled’ to ‘disturbed.’

Trey was in our room now helping me get dressed for the memorial service. I slipped into a plain black dress with a white collar. He zipped the back up for me, pulling my hair out of the way. I couldn’t even recall when or where I had bought this dress. It looked almost Amish I thought to myself as Trey brought my black heels out from the closet and handed them to me.

“Tylar, we're going to be at the cemetery a little early. If you want, you can have a couple of minutes with the baby in the chapel. I know that you didn’t get a chance to see her after they delivered her and all. I mean, I got to hold her and everything, but you were under anesthesia. So, if you want to say ‘good-bye’ to her, you'll have some privacy to do so."

“I don’t think so, Trey," I replied, not feeling any particular emotion. "I mean it wouldn’t serve any practical purpose. Anyway, I’ve come to terms with it because I know that these things happen. Where’s Preston?”

He was staring at me as if he hadn’t heard me and was still waiting for an answer.

“Where’s Preston?” I repeated.

“Oh, ah, I think your father has her. Do you want me to get her?”

“Would you please?”

I went to the bathroom and touched up my hair and make-up. I looked very demure. I guess that was a look I could handle for today. I put the pearl drop earrings on that my father had given to my mother.

A few minutes later my father came to our room with Preston. Susan had dressed her in a new pink summer dress and sandals. She looked adorable.

“Hey sweet girl,” I said holding my arms out for her. She leaned over and reached for me. I pulled her against me breathing in her baby scent. My heart ached, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. It felt like something was stabbing me in the gut, taking my ability to breathe from me. I quickly kissed her cheek and then handed her back over to my dad.

“Tylar, are you up to this darling? Do you want to talk about your loss?” His expression was of total concern.

“Why is everyone so hell-bent on seeing me fall to pieces?” I asked irritably. "I'm fine."

“Darling, we all love you. This is a loss and we're here to help you through it. That’s all.”

“I appreciate that, Dad, but I look at this as being one of those unfortunate things that happen for a reason. I don’t question my blessings, so why should I question my losses?”

“I suppose that's a very pragmatic way of looking at it,” he commented. “Still, if you should need to talk about it, please know that I'm here for you.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said, giving him a pat on his arm. He was still looking at me warily. I guess everyone in this house would just have to be satisfied knowing that I was dealing with this in my own way.

The memorial service at the cemetery was supposed to be just family, although Amber managed to crash it. We were gathered at the gravesite; Gina had contacted a priest at the church she attended and he agreed to read some scripture and bless the grave. Once gathered around the grave, I heard the sound of another car pulling up. I turned to see Amber getting out of it to join the family.

“What’s she doing here?” I hissed quietly to Trey.

“She said she wanted to offer her condolences,” Trey replied. “I told her we were having a memorial service.”

“Couldn’t she have just sent a card?” I snapped, turning back around so that I didn't have to look at her.

Amber joined the family circled around the small, open grave. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, with a black bolero jacket and a black fedora hat. It was warm and humid; but Amber was as cool as a cucumber. I turned my attention back to the priest who was now reading from scripture. Trey had his arm around me and I could hear the others sniffling just behind me. I so wanted this to be over so that I could go back home again.

When the service ended, we were all supposed to go back to the house for lunch. I stopped Trey as he left my side, heading over towards Amber.

“Don’t invite her to lunch Trey. I mean it,” I said testily, placing my hand on his arm.

He nodded, not saying a word. I watched as he went over to where she was standing, and took her hand, thanking her for stopping by. She put her arms around him telling him what a lovely service it had been.

Oh - puh-leeze!

I wandered over to look at some of the flower arrangements that had been sent. I could keep the two of them in my peripheral vision while doing so. Trey moved on, talking to Susan and Clive and the others. That's when I saw Amber approaching me.

“Tylar,” she said with faux sincerity, “I just want to tell you how sorry I am for your loss.”

She placed her hand on my arm. I looked down at her hand, and then back up into her dark brown eyes.

“Thank you, Amber. These things happen for a reason, or so I’ve been told.”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes more alert now, searching mine for understanding. “That's exactly right. I know it sounds so cliché, but you’re the one who said it. So, you must realize that in the long run, it will make the break easier.”

“The break?”

“Yes. The break between you and Trey. I mean, it's obvious that he's on the fast track and that's exactly where I want to be. You see, I intend to have him.”

She turned and walked with confidence back down the small hill to where her car was parked. She didn’t look back. Gina approached me, carrying Reese who was lightly wrapped in a receiving blanket.

“What did she say to you?” Gina asked; her eyes narrowed.

“Nothing important," I murmured, still watching Amber as she pulled away from the curb. I turned back to face Gina. "Let me see Reese, Gina.”

Back at the house, I managed to get through lunch with the family. Preston was enamored with tiny Baby Reese. She watched intrigued as Gina nursed him, changed him and cuddled him. Gina let Preston see his tiny little face.

“That’s your cousin,” Gina explained to her. She giggled and ran over to me.

“Baabby,” she said, smiling.

She looked at my now flat stomach. I saw her little mind trying to piece together what had happened. She pointed over to where Gina was holding Reese.

“Mama's baabby?”

“No honey - Reese isn't Mommy’s baby. Reese is Aunt Gina and Uncle Tristan’s baby. Remember when Aunt Gina’s tummy was big?”

“Unh huh,” she said, nodding her head up and down.

“Well, now Baby Reese is out of Aunt Gina’s tummy and she's holding him.”

Everyone had seemed to stop what they were doing to watch my interaction with Preston on the subject of the baby. She had not gone to the cemetery with us. She had stayed home with Jean.

I saw Preston frowning; trying to figure this all out.

“Mama's baabby?” she asked, now pointing to my stomach.

What do I tell her?

Trey was at my side in a moment. “Hey, Preston,” he said, scooping her up into his strong arms, “Let’s go get some crackers from Jean.”

“Cacker?” She had already moved on to something else. I was sure that the subject would come up again.

After everyone had finally left, I breathed a sigh of relief. The tightness in my chest was somewhat relieved now that I was finally spared their constant perusal. I felt like I'd spent the day under a microscope. My father had kissed me good-bye. He was flying back to Baton Rouge this evening. He said he would call me later in the week. I took off my heels and headed up the stairs to our suite.

Susan and Clive were heading back to Bristol in a couple of weeks. I had overheard Susan saying something to Trey about having Preston spend some time with them in the fall for a couple of weeks. She had mentioned that maybe he and I could use some alone time. He had told her that he would discuss it with me and then let her know. He said he thought I probably wouldn't want to be apart from Preston for a while.

I actually thought it would be nice for Preston to spend some time with her grandparents. It wasn’t that often that she got to see them. Once she started school, it would be even more difficult to plan visits there.

I went into the bathroom and started the shower. I wasn’t supposed to take baths for several weeks; showers only. I got clean pajamas and underwear ready for afterwards. Freshly showered and dressed, I climbed into our bed and fell asleep right away. I was so glad that this day was behind me forever.

I woke up later when Trey came to bed. I could tell it was much later because I'd gotten just enough sleep to take the edge off.

He pulled me over close to him, wrapping an arm around me. He fell asleep quickly, but I was now wide awake, unable to fall back to sleep. I smelled a hint of whiskey on his breath.

Jack Daniels.