Baby Series Boxed Set by Smith Andrea

Author:Smith, Andrea [Smith, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meatball Taster Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-12-05T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

By the time Gina arrived at our apartment, I'd fed breakfast to Preston and she was in her playpen happily chewing on her assortment of rubber toys. I had put a pot of coffee on for Gina because I knew she wasn’t a morning person.

The doorman buzzed over the intercom that she'd arrived. I left the front door ajar for her as I returned to the kitchen to shut the oven timer off. I got the blueberry muffins out that I'd baked, trying to kill time before Gina got here. I poured myself a glass of apple juice and put the muffins on a plate. I heard Gina breeze through the front door, calling my name.

“In here,” I called out. “Want a cup of coffee?”

She appeared in the doorway to the kitchen looking as if she'd literally climbed out of bed, put a pair of jeans on under her nightgown, threw on her coat and drove over.

“What the fuck? No, I don’t want a cup of coffee. I want you to sit your ass down and explain to me why you would cheat on your husband? After you saw all the hell that Ian put me through; the pain and suffering, the humiliation—how could you do that to your own husband?”

I immediately felt a bit sheepish for my over-dramatization. “I didn’t technically cheat on Trey—it just feels as if I have,” I sobbed, taking a seat at the table.

“What?”

I explained to Gina that Trey and I had a bit of a disagreement without telling her the specifics. I told her that it wasn’t so much the content of the disagreement, but the tone he'd taken with me, making me feel subservient and insignificant. I explained that I'd gone to bed pissed off at him and that he'd come to bed horny. I admitted that, because I was horny as well, but still pissed, I fantasized that he was someone else and had gotten off seven ways from Sunday.

I raised my head to look up at her where she was standing next to the breakfast bar. I saw her mouth twitch as if she was finding humor in what I'd just admitted to her.

“I think I'll have that cup of coffee,” she stated. “Are those blueberry muffins?”

“Gina? Did you hear what I said?”

“I’m sorry, Ty,” she said, starting to giggle loudly. “You actually are beating yourself up because you fantasized in the sack? What? You don’t think millions of people do that every night? What about Mrs. Martello at the fruit stand near our club? You’ve met her, right?”

I nodded wondering what the hell Mrs. Martello had to do with my infidelity.

“Okay and you’ve seen Mr. Martello on occasion, too. You know, the guy wearing a gravy-stained, yellowed-with-age, tee shirt that doesn’t cover his big, hairy belly?”

I nodded, still wondering about how this applied to my circumstance.

“Mrs. Martello told me that she and her old man have sex every night of the week. Do you know why?”

I shook my head, indicating that I was clueless.

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