Trix
Things have been going pretty good with Chris and I, we’re taking it slow, but we’re back to living together. I never did take that job with Eden, though, as someone needed to be home to care for Lita. I must admit, I struggle around her. The moments she doesn’t look like Chris, I see Lacey in her, and that kills me each time. I’ve been trying to talk Chris into letting me put her in Moira’s daycare, but he doesn’t want her there, not because he doesn’t like the club daycare, but because he thinks Lita and I need to bond.
I want to tell him to take his bonding bullshit and shove it up his ass, but I hold myself back from saying anything. Lita tried calling me Mama a few times, but I’ve corrected her. The last time she called me Mama, Chris was there and he looked so proud of that moment. But the second I corrected her and said, ‘no sweetie, I’m Trixie,’ Chris had flinched and looked at me with anger.
Later that night, he asked me why I couldn’t just let her call me that so I was honest. I’m not her mother, and I’m still struggling with all of this.
Right now, Lita is napping and I’m going through mine and Chris’s room cleaning up and putting things away. I notice a box in Chris’s closet that says ‘Baby Books,’ and I grab it and sit on the bed, looking through it. It looks like Lita’s baby album.
The first page I open, there’s newborn Lita. Instantly I cry. Oh god, she looks exactly like Lola did at birth. I quickly shut the book and shove it back into the box, sticking it back into the closet. I wipe the tears off my face and grab my phone.
“Hey, Trix.”
“Moira, do you have room at your daycare today?”
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
“I can’t do this, I just can’t. I thought I could, but I can’t, Moira. She looks like Lola did as a baby. Every time I look at her, I keep thinking she should have been mine, not the product of a cheating husband. I can’t do this.”
“Trixie, calm down. I’ll send Mason over to get Lita and her things, he’ll bring her to me. Everything will be okay.” She tries to reassure me.
“It’s never going to be okay.” I hang up and get Lita’s things ready for Mason. Once that’s done, I grab suitcases out of the garage and pack up my own stuff.
“Trix?” Mason calls as he enters my house.
“Hey,” I say to him as I walk down the stairs for the fourth time, carrying two more suitcases.
“What’s going on?”
“I need to go. I can’t be with Chris anymore, I can’t be around that baby. I just can’t, Mason.”
He grabs me and hugs me tightly. “The club will help you out. Get you set up. Everything will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”
He gets Lita from her room and straps her into his car while I put a few of her things in his trunk. “I’ll leave a note for Chris, so he knows to pick her up.”
“Sounds good. You finish up here, and Angel should be by soon to help you out and get you set up.”
“Thanks again, Mason.”
He lifts his chin and peels out of my driveway. As I start to go back inside, a cop car slows down in front of my house. I stand there, watching the door open and out steps Officer Thrane. He’s hands down the best-looking man I’ve ever seen in my life, and that includes being better looking than my husband. His light brown hair always looks as if he just rolled out of bed, something Chris would never be caught looking like, as he likes his hair shorter, so there can never be a piece sticking up. Preston’s eyes are also the most unique I’ve ever seen too. Silver. God, that’s hot.
I shake my head and wince. Shit, what is wrong with me? I’m in the middle of leaving my husband, I shouldn’t be thinking about another man.
“How can I help you, Officer?”
“Trixie, babe, I thought I told you to call me Preston.” His voice is husky, as if he’s always in lust when he talks to me.
I blush and slightly giggle. “Preston.”
He smirks at me as he watches me fidget with my hair. “Just came by to see how you were. I know you’ve had a rough time lately, just want to make sure you know I’m here whenever you need a shoulder to cry on.”
I bite my bottom lip.
“Thanks, Preston, but I’m actually leaving town.”
His face goes dark, eyes narrow. “You don’t have to leave town, Trixie, I have an apartment above my garage. You can stay there.”
“I can’t, I need to get away for a while, work on myself, better myself. I can’t do that here, in the same town that he hurt me most in.”
He nods in understanding, and before I know what’s happening, his arms go around me, bringing my body into his, his lips slamming down on mine. As his tongue snakes into my mouth, I moan. Holy shit, can you come just from kissing?
He pulls away from me roughly. “Just had to do that one time at least. Something I’ve wanted for years. I hope you come back, Trix. When you do, I’ll be here waiting.” He stalks off to his car, and I’m left standing on my doorstep staring after him in shock.
What just happened? I touch my fingers to my lips as his patrol car rounds the corner and out of sight.