She Is My Baby, I Love Her So, But It's Too Late Now, I've Let Her Go, chapter 23
Tre and I kissed for what seemed like hours, before falling asleep in each other's arms on my bed. Tre was jet- lagged, and I was just exhausted, thanks to Steffi.
I woke up the next morning, Tre's face inches from my own. His eyes were wide open, watching me while I slept. I blinked, then dropped a kiss on his nose.
"Morning." Tre mumbled. I smiled and began to reply, but Steffi began to stir. I sat up to go to her, but Tre beat me to it. He was up and into her room before I had lifted up the duvet. I headed for the bathroom instead, and had a quick shower. I pulled on a pair of tight black jeans, black and pink top, and my trusty, trademark Doc Martens, black with deep purple roses on them. I slicked on some eyeliner, and fiddled with my hair, before looking critically at myself in the mirror. Pregnancy had definitely agreed with me- I looked good, even if I did say so myself. My ass and stomach had filled out, but in a good way. Nibs had been right all that time ago. I was too skinny, but now I was sexily curved. My boobs had gotten bigger too, but I wasn't going to stay on that subject for too long!
I found Tre dancing around Steffi's room like a right pillock. He had propped Steffi up against her massive teddy. Tre was bouncing around, head banging and singing 'Rock and Roll Girlfriend'
"I got a rock 'n' roll girlfriend, and another ex-wife. I got a kid in New York, and she's... whoops! Watch out, baby!" Steffi had lurched forward, and banged her nose on the bars of the crib. She immediately began to wail, but shushed when Tre plucked her up, and made soft hushing noises.
"Nice dancing," I commented dryly. "C'mon, Steffi, sweetie, let's get you dressed. Should daddy choose something?" I grinned slyly. Tre blinked.
"Jeez, I'm a daddy! Wow, Daddy, huh? I like that!" Tre scooped up Steffi, and crossed to her own wardrobe. He opened it, and whistled. "Christ, she's got more clothes than I have!" Tre exclaimed. He rifled through, and selected a tiny pair of jeans, and an even smaller little purple t-shirt. He then opened her booties drawer, and laughed, pulling out Steffi's custom made teeny-weeny black DMs, decorated with tiny teddies, bottles and pacifiers.
It was almost ten by the time we sat down to breakfast. A bottle for Steffi, and cereal for Tre. I just had my usual black coffee, with a hazelnut syrup shot. I jumped as someone knocked on the door. Raven called through.
"Hell!" I said. "I forgot I was going out with Raven."
"Is Steffi going with you?" Tre tried to sound nonchalant. I shook my head.
"Raven's mother, Sugar Pie, offered to look after her."
"Can I go out with her?" Tre gave me a pleading puppy eye look.
"Sugar Pie? Excuse me, Mr Cool, you is now engaged to me! Besides, she's, like, fifty-three!" Tre gave a sarcastic 'Ha-ha', and flicked Cheerios at me.
"I meant Steffi, Dumbass!"
"Sure."
I went to the door, and let Raven in.
"Hey, Rave. Just give me a sec, I'm nearly ready. Steffi's dad is here, by the way, so he' s gonna go out with her, OK?"
"Yeah, sure. Mom had to go back to the restaurant, anyway." Raven wandered through my modest kitchen, and froze as she saw Tre mopping up Steffi's milky drool. She tore into my room, where I was getting my bag and jacket.
"Um, Bai?" She hissed.
"Yeah?"
"That's Tre Cool in there. THE Tre Cool, from Green Day." I immediately felt a sharp pang of guilt. I had never actually told Raven or Sugar Pie about my family or life before I came to the 'Big Apple'. I just said I had fallen out with my dad over my pregnancy, and I had barely mentioned Steffi's dad or the fact that both our fathers were in Green Day, as Raven was a massive fan.
"Um, yeah, it is." I said slowly and hesitantly. "Maybe I should explain." And I did. I told Raven everything.
"Oh. My. God." Was her only reaction. "So you and him... " Raven shrieked again as she spotted my finger, and the ring.
"Yup!" I told her smugly. "Engaged!"
"WOW!"
Three hours later, we were in Starbucks, surrounded by shopping bags. I stirred my peppermint hot chocolate thoughtfully.
"Raven, do you think I should go home?"
"Home? As in, home New York, or home California?"
"Cali."
"I dunno, Bai. But if you and Tre are seriously getting married, I think it would be a good idea to call your dad." Raven said. "Tell, you what, call him now."
I shook my head. "I'll call him tonight." I glanced at my watch. "C'mon. Apparently, Shoe World have an exclusive pair of Doc Martens."
Raven threw her head back and laughed. "Girl, you is obsessed!"
That night, Tre ordered an Italian meal, and went to pick it up. I had just put Steffi down to sleep. The phone sat on the end table, daring me to call Billie.
And I did.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dad."
I woke up the next morning, Tre's face inches from my own. His eyes were wide open, watching me while I slept. I blinked, then dropped a kiss on his nose.
"Morning." Tre mumbled. I smiled and began to reply, but Steffi began to stir. I sat up to go to her, but Tre beat me to it. He was up and into her room before I had lifted up the duvet. I headed for the bathroom instead, and had a quick shower. I pulled on a pair of tight black jeans, black and pink top, and my trusty, trademark Doc Martens, black with deep purple roses on them. I slicked on some eyeliner, and fiddled with my hair, before looking critically at myself in the mirror. Pregnancy had definitely agreed with me- I looked good, even if I did say so myself. My ass and stomach had filled out, but in a good way. Nibs had been right all that time ago. I was too skinny, but now I was sexily curved. My boobs had gotten bigger too, but I wasn't going to stay on that subject for too long!
I found Tre dancing around Steffi's room like a right pillock. He had propped Steffi up against her massive teddy. Tre was bouncing around, head banging and singing 'Rock and Roll Girlfriend'
"I got a rock 'n' roll girlfriend, and another ex-wife. I got a kid in New York, and she's... whoops! Watch out, baby!" Steffi had lurched forward, and banged her nose on the bars of the crib. She immediately began to wail, but shushed when Tre plucked her up, and made soft hushing noises.
"Nice dancing," I commented dryly. "C'mon, Steffi, sweetie, let's get you dressed. Should daddy choose something?" I grinned slyly. Tre blinked.
"Jeez, I'm a daddy! Wow, Daddy, huh? I like that!" Tre scooped up Steffi, and crossed to her own wardrobe. He opened it, and whistled. "Christ, she's got more clothes than I have!" Tre exclaimed. He rifled through, and selected a tiny pair of jeans, and an even smaller little purple t-shirt. He then opened her booties drawer, and laughed, pulling out Steffi's custom made teeny-weeny black DMs, decorated with tiny teddies, bottles and pacifiers.
It was almost ten by the time we sat down to breakfast. A bottle for Steffi, and cereal for Tre. I just had my usual black coffee, with a hazelnut syrup shot. I jumped as someone knocked on the door. Raven called through.
"Hell!" I said. "I forgot I was going out with Raven."
"Is Steffi going with you?" Tre tried to sound nonchalant. I shook my head.
"Raven's mother, Sugar Pie, offered to look after her."
"Can I go out with her?" Tre gave me a pleading puppy eye look.
"Sugar Pie? Excuse me, Mr Cool, you is now engaged to me! Besides, she's, like, fifty-three!" Tre gave a sarcastic 'Ha-ha', and flicked Cheerios at me.
"I meant Steffi, Dumbass!"
"Sure."
I went to the door, and let Raven in.
"Hey, Rave. Just give me a sec, I'm nearly ready. Steffi's dad is here, by the way, so he' s gonna go out with her, OK?"
"Yeah, sure. Mom had to go back to the restaurant, anyway." Raven wandered through my modest kitchen, and froze as she saw Tre mopping up Steffi's milky drool. She tore into my room, where I was getting my bag and jacket.
"Um, Bai?" She hissed.
"Yeah?"
"That's Tre Cool in there. THE Tre Cool, from Green Day." I immediately felt a sharp pang of guilt. I had never actually told Raven or Sugar Pie about my family or life before I came to the 'Big Apple'. I just said I had fallen out with my dad over my pregnancy, and I had barely mentioned Steffi's dad or the fact that both our fathers were in Green Day, as Raven was a massive fan.
"Um, yeah, it is." I said slowly and hesitantly. "Maybe I should explain." And I did. I told Raven everything.
"Oh. My. God." Was her only reaction. "So you and him... " Raven shrieked again as she spotted my finger, and the ring.
"Yup!" I told her smugly. "Engaged!"
"WOW!"
Three hours later, we were in Starbucks, surrounded by shopping bags. I stirred my peppermint hot chocolate thoughtfully.
"Raven, do you think I should go home?"
"Home? As in, home New York, or home California?"
"Cali."
"I dunno, Bai. But if you and Tre are seriously getting married, I think it would be a good idea to call your dad." Raven said. "Tell, you what, call him now."
I shook my head. "I'll call him tonight." I glanced at my watch. "C'mon. Apparently, Shoe World have an exclusive pair of Doc Martens."
Raven threw her head back and laughed. "Girl, you is obsessed!"
That night, Tre ordered an Italian meal, and went to pick it up. I had just put Steffi down to sleep. The phone sat on the end table, daring me to call Billie.
And I did.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Dad."
