Page 69 of Sebastian's Baby

I grab a box of tissues that I had ready to clean the gel off her belly and use them to wipe it all away. I reach my hand out and help her stand up.

She looks down as she buttons her jeans and a wave of gratitude hits me that she chose to keep the baby. It really is the most amazing gift she could ever have given me.

I put my hand under her chin and tilt her face up to look at me. “Posso baciarti?”

“Sì.”

I pull her into my arms and kiss her. Lita is the mother of my child. She’s my family as surely as any of my blood relatives or friends are.

I hope that we can always have this. Epic sex. Good friends. No pressure to be anything I’m not. I’m also grateful that Lita accepts me as I am. She doesn’t want me to change, and maybe that’s why I don’t mind being tied to her the way I am. Because it doesn’t feel like a ball and chain, but as though it’s my choice to return to her and our baby whenever I do.

I take her hand in mine as we leave the room, and when I reach the control panel, I stop the recording. I’m concerned I might have somehow stuffed it up and it didn’t record properly. When we listen back, though, the thrumming noise has recorded perfectly. I breathe a sigh of relief because it’s clean enough to work for the song.

“Want me to email this to you?” I ask as I smile at Lita.

“Oh, would you? Yes, please. That would be so amazing. Just so I can listen to it sometimes.”

I realize that she’s carrying our baby inside her everywhere she goes and hold the Doppler and bottle of gel out to her.

“Why don’t you keep this?”

“Are you serious?” she gasps.

“Sure, it’s not like I’ve got any use for it if you’re not here anyway.” I laugh, then warn her, “They do say not to do it for more than a few minutes each day, though.”

I send the clip of the heart to Lita’s email, then shut down all the equipment, and we make our way out of the studio again. When we reach the entryway, we can hear the voices of my friends from one of the rooms near the back of the house, and if I had to guess, I’d say they’ll be playing poker.

Sure enough, we find them sitting at my custom poker table. Like my pool tables, it has black felt with the Cruise Control symbol in white in the middle of it. My friends all give me shit about putting our symbol on everything, but I have the band to thank for pretty much everything in my life, and I like to be reminded of that.

“Hey guys,” I smile at them.

“We dealing you two in?” Hayden asks, holding the deck of cards and preparing to deal the next hand.

“Sure, why not?” I look at Lita. “You in, princess?”

“Nah, I’ll just watch.” She smiles at me and shrugs.

“Not as good at poker as you are at pool?” I tease her. “Too scared to play me?”

“No, just not feeling it. Want me to get you a drink, Seb?” she asks, a little too innocently.

I narrow my eyes at her and say suspiciously, “You’re never this nice to me; something’s up.”

“Can’t I get you a drink so you can stop holding up your friends’ game of poker?”

She gestures to the table, where Hayden has dealt out the cards, and my friends are sitting and waiting for me to take a seat.

“Sure, there should be a bottle of Glenfiddich there somewhere.”

I point over to the area where the bottles of alcohol are sitting on a table next to a refrigerator. I really need to get a bar put into this room because we always end up with random bottles lying around in here.

I sit in my chair but appreciate the view of Lita’s ass as she walks over to pour me a drink. I check my cards, and it’s a five and a ten, off-suited. I know I’m going to fold, but nobody raises, so I check as Lita walks back with my drink. I take it from her and set it in the cup holder in front of me.

I’m expecting her to sit in the spare seat that is open to my left, but as soon as I’ve set my cup down, Lita slides onto my lap.

“What are you doing, princess?” I ask, and my cock jerks as her soft ass settles on it.

“Enjoying the game,” she says, sounding smug.

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