Page 103 of Sebastian's Baby

I immediately cringe at the list of missed calls from Cooper and the message from Heather displayed on the screen.

They have her name.

“Fuck.”

I’m not surprised, but I thought it might take at least a little longer than overnight for them to find her. I search Lita’s name in my browser and, sure enough, the first result is an article about her.

WHO IS LOLITA CICCONE? ALL ABOUT THE WOMAN HAVING SEBASTIAN FOX’S BABY!

The internet has gone wild with rumors since Sebastian Fox was seen at an obstetrician’s office in Seattle in August. Since then, he’s made multiple trips to the Emerald City, leading many to believe he had gotten someone pregnant.

A woman named Lolita Ciccone (pictured above) was yesterday revealed to be the lucky woman when she was pictured leaving a hotel that Sebastian himself was seen leaving only an hour earlier.

The woman claims that Sebastian is the father of her child, though no official announcement has been made from the Cruise Control camp as yet.

A post that Lolita made on Reddit in June told us that she won a competition to meet the band, which would make her about sixteen weeks pregnant by our calculations.

Sebastian Fox is notoriously known for being a ladies' man and has been seen with a string of women in the same time period. Will he settle down now that he’s going to have a baby? We’ll be watching to see what happens.

More to come.

The article has that same picture from yesterday, as well as a link to her Reddit post. I’m ashamed at the reminder of how many women I’ve slept with since I met Lita, and I hate myself for the way this is playing out.

I know that I should call Cooper, but I can’t be fucked right now. I should probably reply to Heather as well, but I feel strange about her after last night’s conversation. I open up her message and blow out a breath of air as I type a reply.

Yeah, I know. She’s agreed to get a bodyguard. I’m trying to convince her to move somewhere safer.

I switch back to my browser and start reading another article about Lita. I’ve only managed to read the first paragraph when the words ‘My Lover’ are displayed on my phone.

“Morning, lover,” I say.

“Where do you want Lita to move to?”

Chicago.

I can’t say that because I have enough shit to deal with right now without Heather getting her panties in a bunch about the fact I would like Lita to be living in our city. I frown, because I’ve never really had things that I don’t tell Heather before, and it’s odd keeping anything from her.

“You enter her apartment building from the street. As soon as the paparazzi get her address, this place will be ridiculously unsafe.”

“Shit. True. That would be so bad.”

“Lita doesn’t understand what it’s like, yet. Unfortunately, I think she will soon,” I sigh.

“I’m sure you’ll get it sorted out. You were planning to get a place there anyway, right?”

“Yeah, I was. I’m going to be here for a while, but I’ll be back this weekend for Gabriel’s bachelor party. I’m not sure about after that.”

“Okay. Let me know how everything goes. Love you,” she says.

A strange feeling comes over me because I’m very aware that in the past, I would’ve enjoyed those words from Heather a little too much.

“You too, lover,” I manage to say as casually as I can, and I hope I don’t give anything away about my attitude toward her being different.

I end the call and am returned to the article about Lita. It brings all of my concerns rushing back and pushes my call with Heather from my mind. It’s a rehash of the same information the first article had. I read it anyway and am onto my fourth article by the time Lita appears back in the room, freshly showered and very naked.

She has a bright smile on her face, and I hate having to tell her, “Priority number one, princess, is getting you a bodyguard. They have your name.”

Her smile disappears, and she frowns as she opens a drawer to pull out some underwear. “Damn, that was quick.”

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