by ANDREA SMITH
"Baby," he had said late one night after I had awoken him for another round, "Why the 'fuckathon every night?"
"Are you complaining Trey?"
"I'm not complaining. I'm just curious."
"Can't I be horny for my husband without him being suspicious of my motives?" I had asked feigning injury.
"I'm sorry baby," he had said, pulling me on top of him.
"I love that you love me like that."
Tristan on the other hand had evidently been privy to the same information as I had found in that magazine. He had taken a hiatus from fucking Gina on a daily basis. She had complained to me about it.
"Is Trey acting like that with you?" she had asked.
"Well he has commented about having sex too often," I had replied.
(That was totally not a lie . . .)
"You see there, Ty? This has probably become a fucking competition between Trey and Tristan to see whose sperm can get to that egg first!"
"Gina - you know how guys are," I had said changing the subject.
"Tylar - did you hear me," Trey was asking, bringing me back to the present.
"I'm sorry honey," I replied, "I guess I was day dreaming. What did you say?"
"I said that I wish I could go with you to Baton Rouge tomorrow but Tristan reminded me on the way home that he and I have - that appointment."
(Oh yes - THAT appointment. The one at the fertility clinic in Atlanta that was handling their end of it.)
"Of course Trey. I totally forgot about that. It's okay. I'm going down and back in one day. I'm just waiting for Dad to call back with the details."
"You know I would be with you baby if it wasn't for that."
"I know Trey. It's fine."
He was watching me now. Trying to figure out whether I was sincere or not. Preston had been crawling around on the bedroom floor. She had found something on the rug and evidently had put it into her mouth. We both heard her choke and gag at the same time.
Trey was over to her in a split second. He snatched her up into his arms. I started freaking out as I saw that she couldn't catch her breath. I started screaming for Trey to get whatever it was out of her mouth. How stupid was that? It had obviously gone down her throat if she was choking on it. I couldn't think straight. My baby was turning blue.
Trey remained calm. He settled Preston on his lap tilting her forward. He placed his closed fist with his thumb closest to her stomach against her bellybutton and drew it in against her firmly; he placed the heel of his other hand behind her and gave her five quick strikes to the middle of her back.
She coughed; whatever she had swallowed popped out of her mouth. She started coughing and rasping. Her breathing started back coming in fast, gulping breaths. She finally had the strength to cry. I grabbed her from Trey, holding her close to my chest and talking to her. Tears were flowing down my cheeks.
Gina and Tristan had come into our room hearing the commotion.
"What the hell happened?" Gina asked with alarm.
Trey's calmness had now been replaced by the fear that had sunk in that we had almost lost our daughter. He raked his hands threw his hair; his eyes teared up.
Preston was calmed. I walked over to Gina and Tristan.
"Preston found something on the floor and put it into her mouth. She choked on it. Trey saved her life," I sputtered.
"Oh Thank God!" Gina said.
"Why don't we take Preston out and get her something in her sippy cup?" Tristan suggested.
"Thanks Tristan," I said, handing the baby over to him.
They left with her and I went to see about Trey.
"Are you okay honey?" I asked, dropping down in front of him where he still sat on the bed.
He had clasped his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes. He looked down at me finally with his eyes still watering. He pulled me up and onto his lap where he wrapped his arms around me tightly.
"I was so fucking scared Tylar," he said.
"I know Trey. I was scared too. You kept it together though; you saved her. I freaked out. How did you know what to do?"
He shook his head back and forth getting a hint of a smile.
"That's just it baby," he said, "I have no clue as to how I knew what to do. It was if something else just took over my mind and I knew what I needed to do."
"Like maybe her guardian angel?" I asked.
"Yeah, exactly," he replied, "And I bet her name is Marley."
Trey and I searched the floor and found the object of Preston's incident. It was a penny that must have fallen from one of our pockets at some point in time. The year of minting was 1990.
My father called later in the afternoon with my flight details. He had arranged for a charter to from a private airfield in Atlanta at 6:30 a.m. the following morning. He would be at the Baton Rouge airport to pick me up. He had booked my return flight on the charter for that afternoon. I filled him in on the scare that we had earlier in the day with Preston. I included the part where we had felt some sort of divine intervention.
"I have no doubt that Marley looks after you all," he replied. "She was an angel in life and remains an angel in heaven."
Preston had been the center of everyone's attention after her ordeal that day. I bathed her after she had eaten her dinner and got her ready for bed. I rocked her while she nursed that evening. I thanked God for her being okay. I tucked her into her crib giving her kisses on her cheeks and forehead.
Gina and Tristan were cleaning up the kitchen and Trey was in the living room when I went back out after putting Preston to bed.
Trey was on the couch with his I-Pad. I went over and sat next to him. I fully intended to schedule a fuckfest with him later. He smiled as I cuddled up to him on the couch.
"Is Preston asleep?" he asked.
"Yep she's all tucked in for the night. I think I'm going to get a shower and get ready for bed since I have that early flight in the morning."
"Okay baby," he said, "I won't be far behind you."
"Good," I said to him, kissing his ear softly, then lightly tracing it with my tongue.
"Don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"
Just then Gina barreled out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hallway. I heard the door to their room slam.
(Damn! She better not wake the baby!)
Tristan came out of the kitchen wearing a sheepish look as Trey and I both watched him hoping to find out what the hell was going on.
"Is everything okay, bro?" Trey asked him.
"Yeah. Gina's just been a bit put out because of my lack of attention to her lately if you know what I mean."
I knew what he meant but it was clear that Trey didn't have a clue. Tristan could read the fact that Trey was clueless.
"After tomorrow it won't be an issue," Tristan said with a shrug. "Everything will be back to normal between us."
"What in the hell are you talking about Tristan?" Trey blurted out.
(Uh oh.)
Tristan acted halfway embarrassed to explain it to Trey while I was sitting there.
"You know. We have that appointment tomorrow and once that is over with Gina and I can resume our . . . sexual relations."
"Wait a minute. Do you mean that you have been abstaining from sex for this?"
Trey was mortified I could tell; I acted mortified as well, looking at Tristan as if I needed him to clue me in too.
"Not exactly total abstinence but yeah, I've had to cut back on the frequency to keep my swimmers in top notch shape."
"Your swimmers?"
"Oh for Chrissake Trey, didn't you ever take Biology? Frequent sex - ejaculation if you want me to be technical about it lowers the sperm count."
"Really?" I asked feigning surprise.
(I had a feeling I was not going to get lucky tonight.)
I looked over at Trey and saw immediately that he was not fooled. I couldn't tell if he was pissed or not.
"Well listen; I've got to get my shower. See you when I get back Trist
an."
"Good night Tylar," he called after me, "Have a safe trip."
CHAPTER 55
I had showered and gotten into my pajamas. I crawled beneath the covers of our bed fairly certain that Trey if not angry was at the very least not pleased with me. The sooner this day was behind me the better.
I fell asleep quickly not anxious to find out whether Trey was pissed or merely not pleased. I had a big day tomorrow; so did Trey for that matter.
Trey made sure that when he came to bed later I was made aware of it. He switched the over head bedroom light on first of all; then spent an inordinate amount of time digging around in his closet for clean sweats. He showered with the bathroom door open; and made sure that he let the toilet lid slam down before flushing the toilet.
Once he climbed into bed he pulled me over against his warm, still damp body.
"Are you awake, Tylar?" he whispered loudly.
"Of course not Trey," I said.
"I just wanted to let you know that I can drive you to the airfield tomorrow for your flight."
"Okay thanks honey," I replied rolling over to face him.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked him watching his face which seemed impassive.
"Mad is not the word," he said. "I guess I'm just wondering why you pretended to be alright with this when clearly you're not."
"I am okay with it Trey, I swear that I am. I guess I was just trying to give Tristan a little bit of an edge on account of his age and all."
"Yeah right," he said, kissing my face gently.
"You know that I love you and only you Tylar."
"I know that Trey."
"So you also know that if this fertilization process is successful which is not 100% guaranteed that child will be nothing more than a niece or nephew to me or to Tristan right?"
"Yes, I know," I replied.
"Okay then. I just wanted to make sure that you and I are on the same page with that."
"We are," I replied, kissing him back.
His hands moved to my silk pajama top; he unbuttoned it and pulled me up so that he could remove it. His hands caressed my breasts and nipples. He lowered his head to them; his tongue traced around my nipples in a circular motion.
He moved southward, pulling my panties down and allowing his tongue to explore the soft folds of my womanhood. His hands gently pushed my legs apart; his fingers worked their magic inside of me.
I pushed against Trey wanting him on his back. He complied. I knelt between his legs, spreading them with my hands as I took his erect manhood into my mouth. I went from head to root, taking all of him into my mouth; my tongue swirled and around and around the length of him.
He moaned with pleasure; his hips gyrated against my mouth. His hands reached down cupping my face between them. He wanted me on top. I complied.
I climbed on top of him. He guided his shaft into me gently. He placed his other hand on the small of my back lowering me down onto him.
"Mmmm," I moaned feeling his fullness within me.
"You like that baby?" he asked, his lips finding mine.
"You know that I do Trey," I whispered against his lips.
"You know that it's yours baby," he said, "Yours and only yours."
"I know Trey."
He rocked me up and down; both of his hands now braced on my hips to allow him to rotate me in a back and forth motion as his thrusting increased.
"Baby you feel so good," he moaned, "No one has ever made me come like you do. No one ever could," he said, his lips crushing mine as his thrusting increased steadily.
"I love you Tylar; I never want to lose you."
"You never will Trey; you are mine."
Our orgasms came crashing down around us then; it was all about us and only us at that moment. It was about the love that we had for one another. We both cried out as we came at the same time. We laid there for several minutes totally spent from our lovemaking. Trey kissed my lips; telling me how sweet I was and how much he loved me.
Afterwards Trey wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up against his warm, naked body. From down the hallway I heard Gina yell, 'That's not fair!'
Trey chuckled pulling me close and we fell asleep.
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The following morning Trey walked me in to the terminal at the small private airport. The pilot was already there waiting for me in the lounge.
Trey hugged and kissed me telling me that he would be back to pick me up later that afternoon.
"I'll be thinking about you," he called after me as I started to walk out the glass door that led to the tarmac.
"You better be," I called back waving to him.
My father was there waiting for me at the municipal airfield in Baton Rouge where we landed. It was not far from downtown Baton Rouge.
My father explained that Matthew's arraignment would be held in the 19th Judicial Court that was downtown. He said that the proceeding itself would not take long. He was interested in seeing Matthew again.
My father made no secret of his contempt for the man. I was curious to see as to whether he looked familiar to me after all of these years.
The courthouse was similar to the one where my father sat the bench. He led me to the courtroom where the arraignment was to be held. We still had another forty-five minutes or so before the proceedings began. I needed a comfort break. I told my father I was going to find a restroom and would be back in a few.
Once out in the hallway I saw signs for the restrooms. I was thankful that the hallways in this courthouse did not wind around like a maze like the other one had. I was fairly certain I would be able to find my way back to my father.
When I located the 'Ladies' room I noticed one of the stalls was already occupied. I took the empty one next to it. As I sat down to pee I noticed the feet and ankles of whoever occupied the next stall. There was something very familiar about those . . .ankles. Then it came to me. Those were the same thick ankles that I recalled Ms. Deeny having.
I tried to hurry my stream but it did no good. The thick-ankled occupant in the next stall had finished up, flushed and left the restroom without washing her hands.
(Eewwww!)
I finished up making sure that I washed my hands properly. That had been so weird. I was sure that there were other people with thick ankles like that in the greater Baton Rouge area.
When I returned to the courtroom I saw that my father was talking to a man sitting at one of the front tables that was in a suit. I took a seat and my father returned several moments later.
"I just talked to the D.A.," he said to me.
"Apparently Matthew has been uncooperative with his attorney. He won't talk to him."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh I've seen it done before many times. The accused is trying to appear as if he or she is not competent to stand trial for reasons of mental illness."
"Do you think that his attorney is coaching him to do that?"
"Not unless he is asking to be disbarred," he replied.
"Anyway, this particular attorney that was retained for him is from a respectable firm. I would doubt very much if he would contrive such behavior as a defense."
This should be interesting I thought as the courtroom started filling up. It was near ten a.m. Trey and Tristan's appointment was in another half hour. I pushed that from my mind.
The bailiff came out and called the court to order. Everyone stood up as the Honorable Judge Lance Pelletier took the bench. He instructed everyone to be seated.
The first case called was Matthew Renaud's. A door on the left side of the court room opened and two deputies escorted a hand-cuffed and shackled man into the room. He was in typical prison garb. I studied him carefully. I recognized him as the same man that had been at our home in Radcliff, Kentucky all those years ago. The man from my first memory when I was on my swing set. The man that had yelled at Maggie referring to me as the 'golden goose' or some such name.
He was taken to the
table where his defense attorney had risen, holding the chair next to him out so that Matthew could be seated. Matthew's head turned looking around the courtroom. For some reason I hunkered down in my seat not wanting him to recognize me. I realized I was being paranoid. I had been five years old the last time he saw me.
"Are you alright?" my father whispered to me.
I nodded just as Matthew's eyes found me and stopped looking anywhere else. His gaze rested on me and I saw a flicker of recognition pass over his face.
I squirmed in my seat uncomfortable with him staring at me. His lawyer nudged him and he reluctantly turned back around lowering his head as if it was too heavy to hold up any longer.
The bailiff read all of the additional charges the grand jury had returned against Matthew. The judge was watching Matthew the whole time; studying his body language I guessed. When the bailiff finished the judge spoke.
"How does the defendant plead to all charges herein set forth?"
Matthew's attorney rose from his seat.
"Ted Presley for the defense, your honor. I would like to enter a not guilty plea on behalf of my client to all charges."
"Very well Mr. Presley. The court will set the preliminary hearing for an expedited date since your client is being held without bail," the judge responded.
"Your honor if it pleases the court, the defense would ask to waive the pre-trial investigation and dispose of the preliminary hearing now as my client is in dire need of psychiatric treatment which will further deteriorate by further delay."
"Mr. Presley, I'm not a big fan of waiving any portion of the due process in particular when there is a potential death penalty involved. The appellate courts are overwhelmed as it is. Counsel please approach the bench."
I watched as the D.A. and Matthew's attorney went up to talk quietly to the judge.
"What is going on?" I whispered to my dad.
"The judge is going to force the due process to avoid costly appeals later. He is trying to ascertain why the defense would waive the pre-trial investigation prior to the preliminary hearing. The purpose of the preliminary hearing is to make sure that the evidence supports the charges brought against the defendant as recommended by the grand jury," he whispered back to me.