Page 191 of Sebastian's Baby

No.

“I’ll have your next baby!” someone else yells.

Anche no.

Daryl and Ben are much closer to us now because the crowd of people around us has started pressing in on us and I’m very concerned that someone might somehow hurt Lita.

A reporter pushes toward me and asks, “Is it true that you’ve hired out a theme park for your birthday party?”

I bite my tongue because I don’t want to interact with them at all right now, and Ben pushes the reporter back as he growls, “We said to keep back.”

The crowd eases back a little but gives us no relief all the way to the exit of the hospital. Most of the paparazzi even follow us to the black SUV, and when we finally make it inside the car, I’m so fucking relieved that Lita and Mirabella got here safely.

“Assholes. They can’t just leave us alone for five minutes?” I spit.

“Are you okay, Seb?” Lita asks quietly. “It’s not like you to get worked up by them.”

I heave a big sigh and hug her. “Yeah, I’m fine. I wouldn’t care if you weren’t there. I was so worried about you being safe.”

“If it gets that bad again, Mr. Fox, we may need further assistance for these visits.”

“I’m aware,” I say with my jaw clenched. “I won’t hesitate to do that, but it was my first time out in Chicago for a while; it may not be as bad next time.”

“I hope you’re right, Seb.”

Lita is quiet on the drive back to my apartment, staring out the window as we travel alone. I watch her and try to forget what I realized before. I can’t want to marry her because she has told me she doesn’t want me like that. How the fuck am I meant to cope with any of this? How am I meant to deal with loving a woman who doesn’t love me back and a baby who might die? I think this is going to break me.

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LEVEL 23.6 – Happy Birthday Part Deux

“Nothing fits me anymore,”Lita moans as she walks into the living room of my apartment.

She’s wearing a dress that sits about six inches higher at the front than the back because of her baby bump, and it looks ridiculous.

“You should definitely wear what you’re wearing right now,” I tease her. “It looks very stylish.”

I’m already wearing jeans and a t-shirt, ready to leave for my birthday party today. I’m excited because hiring out the entirety of Six Flags is pretty fucking epic.

“Very funny. I should’ve gone clothes shopping yesterday morning.”

Lita had been nervous after she got the call about her appointment, so she’d decided not to go shopping in the end. I look her over, and I have an idea that I think she’ll like.

“Let me help you. Your pants still fit, right? Go get some pants on, and come to my bedroom. Maybe one of my shirts will work,” I say as I get up from the sofa.

Lita smiles. “You’re crazy, but thank you.”

She follows me down the hallway, then heads off to go to her bedroom, and I continue to mine. I have a bunch of old t-shirts that might fit her. More importantly, they’re all ones that I’ve worn either during big performances or in music videos. I smile as I make my selection, and I can’t wait for her to see these.

She knocks on my bedroom door, and I call out, “Come in. I’m almost done.”

I finish picking out the shirts that are the most meaningful and might also fit her, then carry them out to the bedroom. Lita is standing near my bed, wearing a pair of maternity pants and a bra. My cock immediately stiffens at the sight of her because she’s so fucking sexy.

“Looking good, princess. Is this your way of telling me that you want to skip the party and spend the day in bed with me instead?”

We haven’t had sex since before the scan in Seattle where everything went to shit. I’ve barely even masturbated while thinking about her because I’ve been so stressed. The sight of her topless has made everything else fly out the window, and I want to fuck herright now.

Lita shakes her head and says, “Very funny, but no. I figured if I’m going to be trying on shirts, there’s no point in wearing one that I have to take off anyway. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before.”

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