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“I guess I wouldn’t know about that,” I replied, shrugging.
“Be patient, Tylar. We may unravel the mystery of you yet.”
“Very nicely put, counselor,” I said, raising my hand to stroke his dimpled chin behind me. “Boy or girl, I want our baby to have this dimple.”
“You do, huh?” he whispered and kissed the back of my neck.
“What about you? Do you have a preference?”
“It makes no difference to me sweetie,” he said, nuzzling his face into my neck. “As long as we agree that he or she isn’t going to be an only child.”
I smiled at that. It was a perfect thing for him to say.
“Aside from Jack and Danielle, do you have anyothernames in mind for our child?”
I did have some names in mind, and I wanted to see Trey’s reaction when I told him. I turned around on the log to face him. I noticed his crotch was bulging. My eyes met his amused gaze.
“Really, Trey?”
“Oh come on, Tylar,” he laughed good-naturedly, “You’ve fucked my brains out the whole time we’ve been here. I'm spoiled now."
“Just so I’m the only one that gets to spoil you; it’s mine remember?”
“Of course,” he said, leaning forward and kissing the tip of my nose playfully, “now tell me the names you’ve picked out.”
“Okay,” I said, “I thought it might be kind of cool to name a boy after me and a girl after you.”
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.
“So if it’s a boy I want his name to be ‘Preston’ and if it’s a girl, ‘Treyla.’ What do you think?”
He momentarily considered those names and scooted forward on the log so our knees touched. He put both arms around me, scooting my backside closer.
“I think that this child had better be a boy.”
I could feel the grin on his face as he tried to stifle a chuckle. I pulled back, looking at his amused face. “What? You don’t like ‘Treyla’ for a girl?”
“I appreciate the thought, babe,” he conceded, “but she may grow up hating you for pinning a name like that on her.”
I was surprised he hated a name meant to honor him.
“Don’t be frustrated, you asked my opinion.”
“I know I did. You might've considered my feelings before trashing the name.” I pulled away and shrugged.
“Hey you,” he stood up, coming around in front of me. He pulled my arms up so that I was standing in front of him. His fingers gently lifted my chin up to meet his gaze. “Tylar, you name the baby whatever you want, okay? The only thing I ask of you is that the baby has my last name. Do you agree?” His gaze was penetrating. I nodded, my eyes tearing up yet again.
“That’s fine with me Trey,” I said softly.
“I'd also like for you to take my last name, but you’ve already made your opinion perfectly clear, so I won’t press that issue right now.”
I nodded again, putting my arms around him. I know that my mood swings had to be giving the poor guy whiplash.
“C’mon,” he said his playful tone back, “let’s get you and me back on Derringer and head back up to the house. We need to get dressed for dinner.” He gave my rump a playful smack as we headed over to Derringer. We were going to Radcliff tomorrow. The long weekend had flown by. I was eager to get back if only to start the preparations to leave again. I was chilled by what Trey had shared with me today. It explained a great deal as to why he'd been so protective with me. Gina was going to freak out when I told her the latest.
Later that evening, Trey was stretched across his bed watching football while I packed. I was careful to make sure he didn’t see the Christmas presents I’d bought for him. He was thoroughly distracted by the game. Zipping my new shoes, dresses, and underwear into my luggage, there was only one item left: my present from Gina from The Sextique Shop. I decided just to leave those items in their gift bag and I set it next to my suitcase, planning to pack it after my bath.
“Are you going to pack your stuff tonight, Trey?” I asked. “You’re staying longer and you’ll need more than what you brought down originally.”
