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I couldn’t deny that I was curious to meet his parents. It might tell me so much more about Trey. I wasn’t sure if they knew I existed.
“Have you told them anything about me?” I asked.
“They know that we were seeing each other this summer. If you’re asking if they know that we're about to make them grandparents, the answer is ‘no,’” he smiled mischievously.
“You aren’t planning to spring that on them at Thanksgiving?” I asked, suspiciously.
“Of course not,” he said, leaning over and kissing the tip of my nose. “I think we’ll save that news for Christmas.”
“Ha ha,” I replied sarcastically, “I’m sure they’ve got their share of grandchildren by now.”
“Actually, no,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This will be their first and they'll be delighted with the news once they get it.”
“I thought you had two older brothers living in California?”
Trey cocked an eyebrow at me as he tied his shoelaces. I realized that we'd never discussed his family in detail. He knew that I'd obtained my information from other sources.
“I do,” he replied, “One's a confirmed bachelor, like me. The other's married to a frigid bitch that if we're lucky is barren.”
I so wanted to meet his family. He saw my expression and laughed. I loved the sound of his smooth and silky laugh. I didn’t hear it often enough.
“So are you in for some family fun?” he teased.
“Why the hell not?” I answered, smiling back at him.
“Good. We’ll fly down tomorrow after you get off work. How’s that?”
“That’s fine with me, but I’ve got a million things to do before then,” I said, leaping off of the bed.
“Whoa there,” Trey said, pulling me back to him. “Not so fast, and Iwillask you to be more careful, Ms. Preston. After all, you're carrying my birthday present.”
It took a moment for me to register what he'd said. Then I realized—our baby had been conceived on Trey’s birthday!
“So you’re not mad your birthday present is going to be nine months late?” I asked with a grin.
“Not at all, perfection takes time, and our baby will be perfect.”
He reached over, cupping my face in his hands and lowered his face to kiss me gently. I was so in need of my Trey fix; I felt at peace.
We showered together and then dressed for dinner. I'd offered to cook something at the house but he insisted on taking me out. We went to a cozy bistro just a few blocks away. I was famished these days and nothing tasted bad to me. We talked about his family during dinner. His brothers would not be coming in for Thanksgiving, which actually made me feel better about going. I'd be nervous enough meeting his parents. Trey said that his brothers usually made it back for Christmas.
Trey’s father, Clive had been born and raised in England. He would turn 70 years old in January; his mother, Susan was born and raised in Virginia, not far from Bristol. She'd met Trey’s father when she attended college in England. She was two years younger than Clive. Both of his parents had descended from families that were very involved with horses either as trainers or breeders. Trey mentioned that his parents had seen the video of the dressage competition that netted first place for Derringer.
I decided to redirect the conversation toward Trey’s past. “Are you ever going to tell me about your relationship with Tess?”
His face darkened and I hoped he wasn’t angry with me for bringing it up, though he'd promised to tell me anything I wanted to know a while ago.
“What is it exactly you want to know?” He was testy.
Did I really want to go there? I decided that I did. “I want to know everything. How you met. Why the engagement was broken. If you still love her,” I finished, softly.
He looked at me warily.
“Not tonight Tylar. Tonight I’d like it just to be about us, okay? I promise I’ll fill you in another time.” He placed his hand over mine. “You look tired Tylar. Let’s get you home and tucked into bed. It’s a work night for you.” I nodded, allowing him to help me with my coat and take my arm as we exited to the chilly November evening.
Once home, I went upstairs and dressed for bed. When I returned downstairs, Trey was on his laptop, checking email.
“You don’t have Wi-Fi,” he commented.
