The Sweet Encounter (Completed)

Chapter Thirty - You'll Always Be Mine

"Time to get up, sleepy head."

Her eyelids were still heavy, and the luminous display of light from the sunrays lit throughout the entire room that she could barely open her eyes. As she peeked with one eye, she noticed Trey was already dressed in his casual clothes. It meant another day that he was going to stay home with her.

For the past several weeks, she had never felt more exhausted with her morning sickness which had taken a toll on her physical form. She hardly had an appetite and when she was able to digest something, her body refused it by expelling it out.

She wasn't surprised by Trey's attentive behavior, but she didn't want him missing any more days of work due to her condition.

"You need to go into work. I'll manage. I think I feel better today than I did yesterday." She lifted herself up and grabbed the glass of water on her nightstand. She took a sip, but within a second, she hurried herself into the bathroom. She almost missed the toilet and then she felt Trey's warm hands pulling her hair back.

"I don't call this managing yourself very well. Besides, it doesn't bother me to stay home and take care of you."

He didn't want to leave her alone. Last week when he did, he found her curled up in a fetal position in bed with no appetite for anything. He had to force feed her and then watch her spew out everything. He felt helpless, and this was the only way he knew how to support her.

"Trey, your multimillion dollar company needs their CEO to run the company, not cleaning his wife's vomit off the bathroom floor."

"I will clean a million bathrooms infested with your vomit as long as you are taken care of. Now, let's not discuss this any further." He got on his knees on the floor with her and brushed her hair back. "Tell me what my wife may possibly crave this morning for breakfast?"

After washing up, Brie sat down at the breakfast table and as usual Trey had out done himself yet again with breakfast. Everything looked wonderful, but the queasiness was already heaving its way in her.

"You know, Trey, you've missed a lot of work as of late. At least take a moment to go into the office and . . ."

She was cut short when Trey placed his lips over hers. His lips tasted of cinnamon, and for once she actually enjoyed the flavor. She pulled him closer so she could get the rest of the flavor off his lips.

"Your tactic of distraction is working, and you've also brought the flavor of cinnamon alive back into me."

He pulled himself back and smiled. "Then I shall feed you with my lips and make you some French toast. Also, please stop worrying about our company. It's doing very well actually. Brent was able to solidify a five million dollar contract recently. I don't think I've ever had someone as young and ambitious as him in our company. As a matter of fact, I was far from where he is at this moment. If he keeps up this pace, he'll be on the executive team soon enough."

Brie was surprised by his statement. She wasn't surprised at Brent's work ethics, as she knew he was always driven. It was the fact that he called his company "our" company.

"That's wonderful to hear about Brent, but why do you say that?"

He looked puzzled by her question. "Brie, he has a knack for investing. He's one hell of a salesperson to be able to land a contract as profitable as this one; especially since we've been chasing their account over a year now."

She shook her head and realized she should have been more thorough with her question. "No, I meant, why did you say "our" company? It's your company, your parents. I have contributed nothing."