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watching Ellen. How's
your day going?”
    “ Well sweetie, I’m going to
be a little late this evening. I wanted to let you know in case you
had dinner planned. We've a partner’s meeting at 6:00 p.m. so I
probably won’t be home until close to 7:30 p.m. Is that going to
screw anything up?”
    “ I have Pilates at eight
o'clock with Gina, remember?”
    “ Shit, that’s right. What
time does she pick you up?”
    “ About a quarter till
eight."
    “ Okay baby. I'll do my best
not to be any later than seven-thirty I promise.”
    “ You better not be,” I
warned. “You want me back in shape, don’t you?”
    “ I think you look great just
the way you are, right now.”
    “ You’re just horny, Trey,” I
laughed.
    “ Speaking of which,” he
replied.
    “ I see Dr. Addison next
week, Trey. He's to check me to make sure I’m healed before he
gives you the green light.”
    “ Make sure he knows that my
balls are blue ,
will you?”
    I giggled at this. He wasn't the martyr he
was making himself out to be. “I’ve been taking care of you, Mr.
Sinclair,” I replied, “Quite often, as a matter of fact.”
    “ I know baby, and I love
what your mouth does for me but I miss . . . . Hold on . .
."
    Someone must've entered Trey’s office as he
left the sentence hanging. I could hear a muffled conversation.
    “ Sorry, Tylar,” he said.
“Tonya needed me to sign something. Where were we?”
    “ I believe you were
complaining about blue balls?”
    “ Oh, yeah, and you're
telling me they're likely to get bluer?”
    “ Honey, Dr. Addison
initially said six weeks; it's only been four. He'll check my
stitches when I go in next week and we'll take it from
there.”
    “ Will Preston be able to
start sleeping in her room by then?” he asked.
    Oh God – is this the right time to discuss
the ‘family bed’?
    “ Well, Trey, I sort of
thought it might be best if she stayed in our room as long as I’m
breastfeeding.”
    “ How long do you intend to
breast feed?”
    “ I don’t know. I mean some
mother’s breast feed until the child reaches two years of
age.”
    “ You're not fucking serious,
right?"
    “ Why don’t we discuss this
later? I really need to get her into her bassinet and start dinner
okay?”
    “ We'll definitely discuss
this later,” he said, not hiding his irritation.
    “ So, dinner will be waiting
when you get in this evening. I love you, Trey.”
    “ Love you, too.”
    I could tell he wasn't gonna be a happy
camper when I approached him about the ‘family bed’. I'd have to
carefully plan my strategy on that one. I gently picked Preston up
and kissed her cheeks softly. Her lashes were long and thick like
Trey’s. I placed her into the bassinet and pulled the blanket up to
her waist. I gazed down as she stretched and put her hand to her
face, her thumb finding its place in her mouth.
    She'd started sucking her thumb in the
hospital. Trey'd been worried it would cause problems when her
teeth came in. Her pediatrician wasn't. We'd encouraged a pacifier
multiple times which she'd promptly spit back out in favor of her
thumb. Trey said that she was stubborn like me. It amused me that
all of the negative qualities she'd exhibited so far was attributed
to my genetic contribution.
    I went to the kitchen to start making my
special meatloaf for dinner with scalloped potatoes. Thirty minutes
later, both the meatloaf and potatoes were in the oven set to bake
for one hour.
    Seeing that Preston was still sleeping, I
took a quick shower. My long, leisurely bubble baths were history,
for now. Ten minutes later I dressed in capri pants and a tank top
to accommodate June’s warm and muggy weather. I packed my gym bag
for Pilates so it would be ready when Gina arrived.
    When Trey walked through the door at five
minutes to seven that evening I had Preston in her plastic tub
bathing her on the kitchen counter. She'd learned to splash her
bath water quite well with those little arms of hers. I was getting
the