MAYBE BABY

by ANDREA SMITH

  Sunday morning Trey and I got up fairly early. I started making the bed up and he stopped me.

  “I have a housekeeper that comes in through the week,” he advised.

  “So what do you do on weekends?” I asked.

  “Live like a pig, I guess,” he admitted grinning.

  “I don’t roll that way, baby,” I replied. “Come on, it won’t kill either of us to pick up after ourselves on weekends. Grab the sheets, let’s make the bed up. I want to show Gina around the apartment when they visit this afternoon.”

  Trey grudgingly obliged, helping me tidy up the bedroom and then the bathroom after we finished our shower. He went to his study to check his emails. I decided to make our first breakfast as official co-habs.

  His refrigerator was well-stocked. I knew he would want coffee so I put that on first. I located his tableware and set the breakfast bar for two. I whipped up some scrambled eggs, sausage and toast. I had just poured our orange juice when Trey came in obviously drawn by the smell of brewed coffee.

  He was wearing a long-sleeved black Henley shirt and jeans. I hadn’t seen him in these jeans before and he looked flippin’ hot in them. They were faded washed blue denim, ripped at the knee and snug. Whoever thought guys looked good in baggie jeans was clueless I thought as I admired Trey’s masculine form. He had socks but no shoes on, his hair still slightly damp from our shower.

  He grabbed a coffee mug filling it, asking me if I wanted some. I declined. I was only an occasional coffee drinker to begin with so being that I was pregnant, I decided to avoid it altogether.

  “This looks great, Tylar,” he said, smiling at me warmly as he took his seat. I sat across from him sipping my orange juice as I thought about what I needed to do today.

  “Trey, do you like chili?” I asked.

  “It’s one of my favorites,” he replied, putting a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Why?”

  “I thought maybe I would see if you’ve got all of the ingredients on hand and put a pot of chili on for this afternoon. I thought you and Ian might want to watch football or something while I visit with Gina. Is this alright with you?”

  He rolled his eyes slightly, mumbling a ‘yeah I guess.’

  “Trey, you have never really talked to Ian. I think you will like him if you’d let yourself. It’s important for me to have friends here, you know.”

  “I said okay, Tylar,” he replied slightly agitated.

  I truly believed that Trey would get on well with Ian. Truthfully, I couldn’t imagine anyone not getting along with Ian. Trey was just stubborn about certain things.

  I cleared the dishes, scraping, rinsing and loading them into the dishwasher. I found ground sirloin in the freezer and the rest of the various fixings to make a pot of chili. I browned the meat with chopped up onions and peppers. I managed to locate a crock pot in the cupboard which would be perfect for my chili. Twenty minutes later, the chili was in the crock pot cooking and the kitchen was cleaned up as well.

  I went back to the master suite and started unpacking the boxes containing my clothing and shoes from Radcliff. Trey had a ton of suits, shirts, sweaters and jackets. His walk-in closet was the bigger of the two, but I didn’t have nearly the wardrobe he did.

  My clothes would not even fill the smaller walk-in closet. Not yet anyway. I knew that some of my clothes would be tight already, so I left those in the boxes. No need wasting hangers on clothes I couldn’t wear for awhile I figured. I would have Gina help me put some work ensembles together when she came over this afternoon. My closet had built in drawers just like Trey’s closet. This was great for underwear, socks, hosiery, and nightgowns.

  I found a box that was labeled winter clothes. I hadn’t officially gotten my winter clothes out yet. It was time now. I opened it up, pulling out several pairs of stretch leggings in various colors. These would be good for awhile since the waist was elasticized. I had a lot of oversized long sweaters that would cover my growing baby bump.

  There were an assortment of sweatshirts, long sleeved blouses and jackets. There were a couple of dressy tunic tops that would also do nicely to shield my pregnancy for awhile. .

  I pulled out my UGG sweater boots from last winter. They were so comfortable. I had an assortment of other boots that I could wear with tights, slacks or skirts. I wasn’t sure what the official dress code was at the law firm; I recalled how the well coifed blonde and brunette, ‘Debbie’ and ‘Tonya’ were dressed during my one and only visit to Trey’s office a few months back. I was determined that I wouldn’t look shabby next to them.

  I put my shoes away in the built in shoe cubbies in the closet. My ‘fuck me’ shoes were the last ones to be put away. I finished unpacking the stuff that had been packed in my suitcase, grabbing the gift bag from the Sextique Shop that Gina had bought for me. I tucked the box containing the Jack Rabbit in one of the drawers in the closet. There was another tissue wrapped item at the bottom of the bag. I pulled the paper off of the box. It was a remote control silver bullet vibrator. Batteries were included. Wow! It had ten different speeds and vibration patterns. The remote could activate from twenty-three feet away.

  (Damn!)

  I gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom hamper. As I passed Trey’s study, I poked my head in while he was typing on his laptop.

  “Trey do you have a laundry room in the apartment?”

  “It’s off the kitchen,” he replied, barely looking up. “Hey, but Mrs. Harris can do the laundry this week.”

  “It’s okay,” I replied continuing on down the hall. “I want to do it.”

  Trey’s laundry room was as big as his office. There were a set of dark red front loading machines. I sorted the clothes into two piles; darks and lights. I found the detergent and softener in the cupboard up over the machines. I started the first load of lights, washing in hot and rinsing in cold.

  I could smell the chili cooking in the kitchen. I found a wooden spoon and took the lid off the crock pot giving the chili a stir. I didn’t hear Trey come up behind me. He encircled me in his arms, causing me to jump in fear.

  “Shit!” I hollered.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, releasing me immediately, studying my face.

  “Trey, you nearly made my heart stop,” I gasped.

  “I am so sorry, Tylar, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that. Are you okay?”

  “I will be I hope,” I replied holding onto the counter.

  “Seeing you doing all this domestic stuff makes me horny,” he said, giving me a shy smile, pulling me forward into his strong arms.

  “I see,” I replied looking up into his smoldering eyes. “So does that mean I need to be worried about Mrs. Harris during the week?” I asked, giving him a coquettish grin.

  “Unh unh, baby” he said softly, his hands framing my face.

  He lowered his mouth to mine, his lips soft and sensual playing on mine. He tongue gently probed my mouth, swirling around mine with passion and hunger.

  I could feel him harden against me. God he was so flippin’ sexy. I kissed him back, my tongue exploring his mouth softly as my hand moved down, capturing his hardness beneath his jeans. He moaned as I stroked the length of him.

  I tugged at the button on his fly. His hand moved mine aside, unbuttoning his fly and lowering his zipper.

  My hand reached in, freeing his hard penis from his boxers. I gently played with it, feeling the clear droplet of fluid that gathered at the tip. I lowered myself down, kneeling in front of him. I licked the droplet from the head and then

  closed my mouth around it. My tongue swirled over and over the tip and ridge; my hands gently massaged his balls. I took his full length into my mouth, going up and down his shaft, allowing my tongue to dance around his girth.

  He moaned, drawing me up to him. He lifted me up, carrying me over to the sofa in front of the lit fireplace. He placed me on the sofa, dropping down to pull my jeans off of me, followed by my panties. He sat down on the sofa, pulling me onto his lap
so that my back was to him.

  (This is different!)

  His jeans were still on, his penis sprouting erect and shiny from his fly. I felt him position my sex close to the head of his penis, his fingers gently probing in and out of my wet orifice. He lowered me further down, his hands on each of my hips. I could feel the head of his manhood rubbing gently against the soft folds of my sex.

  One of his hands pressed my back lightly pushing it forward so that my backside tilted up toward him at a slight angle. He lowered me slowly down onto his erection. I heard him suck his breath in loudly.

  “Aah,” I moaned, softly feeling him fully inside of me gently rocking his hips to and fro.

  I was going to come fast in this position. He knew it. His hands were around me, on my breasts, massaging them roughly. He lowered one hand, taking the hood of my clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently over and over again. I was flexing my hips, moving up and down on him, whimpering with pleasure.

  “God, Tylar,” he said, his movements quickening. The sound of his smooth and silky voice was the tiny push I needed to cross over into an explosive, electrifying orgasm.

  Once again, we came together, our bodies shuddering with spasms of release caught in a swirling vortex of pleasure. He cried my name out as his last shudder emptied himself into me. I sat back, resting against his chest, feeling his heart pounding from the exertion.

  His hand lifted my hair, his lips and tongue traced the back of my neck. I shivered.

  “Did you like that baby?” he asked me, still kissing my neck.

  “Just a little,” I replied, grinning like an idiot.

  He lifted me off of him, turning me around to face him.

  “You know we’re going to have to shower again, don’t you?” I asked. “This whole room smells like sex. Gina and Ian will be here in like an hour.”

  “I like smelling like you,” Trey said matter-of-factly.

  “Here - smell my girlfriend,” he said, putting his hand up under my nose.

  “I see sophomoric Trey has returned!” I commented, grinning and pushing his hand away.

  “Come on, let’s shower,” I said pulling his arm up to stand. “And you will put clean jeans on,” I advised.

  An hour later, showered and dressed in clean clothes, the doorman rang that Ian and Gina were in the lobby. Trey instructed him to send them on up. I checked my chili again for the umpteenth time. It smelled delicious and I was getting hungry.

  Trey got some assorted snacks out; I found crackers for the chili and grated cheese. He had his Bose theatre system on in the living room, a football game in progress. He had dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a dark maroon pullover sweater. He looked scrumptious as usual.

  I had on dark brown jeans, my UGG boots and an oversize tan colored sweater. My hair was flat-ironed straight.

  The doorbell rang and I ran to answer it. Gina was first in grabbing me and hugging me as if it had been months instead of a little over a week since she had seen me last. Ian was next and it had been awhile since I had seen him. He looked great as usual.

  I wasn’t sure if Trey had officially met Ian the night of my birthday so I formally introduced them. Ian was stoked that Trey had the game on; they were both Falcon fans.

  Trey grabbed beers from the fridge and they were good to go. You would have thought they had known each other months instead of minutes.

  I signaled Gina to follow me; I wanted to show her around the apartment. She was spasing out from the moment she came through the door. We ended the tour in the master suite which she adored. I showed her my own walk-in closet.

  “Why does Trey have more clothes than you?”

  “Probably because he has a job where he needs to look professional and because he can afford them,” I replied.

  “That’s just wrong on so many levels,” she commented.

  “He’s a litigator, Gina. He has to look professional and sway juries at times. That’s what he does.”

  “Hey,” Gina said, snickering, “What does a lawyer get when you give him Viagra?”

  I rolled my eyes at her not giving her the courtesy of asking ‘what.’ That was not going to deter her from finishing the joke however.

  “Taller!” she shrieked, bursting into a fit of giggles.

  I tried not to smile but Gina’s giggling was contagious.

  “Promise me you won’t tell any lawyer jokes around Trey,” I pleaded.

  I really wanted Trey to like Ian and Gina. I was fairly sure that Ian was a sure thing; Gina already rubbed Trey the wrong way.

  “Yeah, whatever,” she replied, going into the master bathroom to have a look.

  “Check you out girlfriend,” she squealed. “The Hot Nazi knows his way to your heart, I can see that!”

  “Hey Gina, I start a job tomorrow at Trey’s firm,” I said, “Won’t that be great?”

  “Oh yeah?” she was inspecting the music on Trey’s I-Pod playlist from the Bose system.

  “Whatcha going to be doing there?”

  “I’m not really sure,” I replied, honestly. “Trey calls it a gopher job."

  She whirled around to look at me, snapping her gum like she was pissed. I had let that slip on purpose. I wanted to see her reaction to make sure that I hadn’t been acting ‘hormonal’ as Trey had been suggesting of late.

  “Shut. Up. Tell me that he did not put it that way to you!”

  I nodded affirmatively. I knew that I had been right to feel insulted. Her face darkened; she was pissed.

  “It’s no big deal, Gina. Don’t say anything to him I just wanted to see if you thought that was as rude as I did.”

  “No shit! What are you going to wear tomorrow?”

  “I’m not sure. Actually I thought maybe you would help me put an ensemble together?”

  “You got it, girlfriend. You’re gonna be the hottest fucking gopher at that firm.”

  Gina and I spent close to an hour in my closet. I had to try everything on to make sure that it still fit and looked okay. She helped me accessorize right down to the jewelry and how I should wear my hair.

  “I got to tell you, Ty,” she said. “Pregnancy agrees with you. You still are hot and don’t let the Nazi think otherwise.”

  “Gina, it is not like that. Trey can hardly keep his hands off me and I can hardly keep my hands off of him. Speaking of which, he found your Christmas present to me.”

  “Yeah and so?”

  “He thought I may have complained to you that he lacked prowess or something,” I replied, blushing.

  “He’s such a Republican, isn’t he?” Gina replied.

  “I bet he knows one position and one position only,” she tsk’d at me.

  Oh, oh. Now she was getting my dander up.

  “Gina,” I hissed, “Trey fucks me seven ways from Sunday and its hot!”

  “I see,” she said, smiling. “I get it. It’s all good,” she explained gently.

  “What?” I asked, still pissed.

  “You love your man and your man loves you. It’s all good. I am happy for you, sweetie.”

  “Oh, okay, alright then,” I replied.

  Gina and I made our way back out to the living room. I was getting hungry, ready to serve up some chili. Trey and Ian had finished their third round of beers. The coffee table in front of the couch was cluttered with empty bottles.

  “Hey babe,” Trey said standing up as I passed by him on the way to the kitchen.

  “Come here,” he directed softly.

  I looked over at Gina and she smiled, standing next to Ian. I walked over to Trey and he put his arms around me gently, swaying with me as we stood embraced. His lips kissed my hair and neck, finally our reverie was broken by Ian.

  “Get a room you two!” he shouted, putting his empty bottle down on the coffee table.

  Gina ‘shushed’ him like the best friend that she was, departing to the kitchen to bring back two full bottles of beer for Ian and Trey.

  I went into the kit
chen to check on my chili. I was famished.

  “Tylar,” Gina said almost apologetically, “I can see how much Trey loves you. I am so sorry for what I said earlier. I totally misjudged what you two have going with each other.”

  “Gina,” I said, stirring my chili and clicking the oven on to preheat. “It’s no big deal, okay?”

  She nodded, coming forward to give me another hug. I got the refrigerated biscuits out and prepared the cookie sheet with spray on Crisco in order to bake them.

  Twenty minutes later the chili and biscuits were done. We all sat in the living room around the television watching the final minutes of the football game as we ate. I was so happy to see Trey bond with Ian like that. No matter how Trey felt about Gina, I knew that he would work to overcome it because of Ian.

  After we ate, Gina helped me clean the kitchen up. We emptied the dishwasher and reloaded it with our newly dirtied dishes. The game ended. Trey and I stood at the front door of our apartment, his arm around my waist and said ‘good-night’ to them both. I felt like part of a couple for the first time.

  I knew that as of tomorrow the bubble that Trey and I had been encapsulated in was due to burst. We were going to be back to reality and the reality was actually going to be living and working together without killing each other.

  I had put the second load of laundry into the dryer, setting the timer. I folded the first load and put the clothes away. I wanted to make sure that Mrs. Harris didn’t come in tomorrow with half done laundry.

  When I was finished, I brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas for the night. I was beat and suddenly glad that I didn’t have to get up as early as Trey did in the morning.

  Trey was already in bed when I came out and climbed in. He was reading something on his I-Pad. I reached over, kissing him gently on his lips and rolled over to go to sleep.

  “I love you, Trey,” I said quietly. “I am so glad that I am here with you.”

  He leaned over and pulled me to him, kissing me warmly on my lips and neck, his blue eyes growing with passion.

  “I love you too baby,” he said, “Here let me help you out of these pj’s. I like when we sleep naked together.”