Page 72 of Sebastian's Baby

“And you also told me the world was basically going to be out to get me, plus you ambushed your parents with me. We’re probably on par. Stop pacing and come sit down with me for a few minutes before we go.”

I look at her and sigh, then walk over to sit on the sofa next to her. As soon as I’m seated, she climbs onto my lap and straddles me. She places her palms on either side of my face, and they’re soft and warm as she looks into my eyes.

“It’s going to be okay, Sebastian. They will probably like you. If not, it doesn’t matter, because I like you. Our baby is going to love you, and you’re going to be a father. That’s all that matters right now. Everything else is just stuff, and we’ll deal with it. Posso baciarti?”

There’s so much about this little speech that soothes me. It reminds me of where my priorities need to be, and even though I’m still stressed, I can’t help but smile at her.

“Sì.”

Lita kisses me, continuing to hold my face as our tongues intertwine. I wind my arms around her, rubbing her back gently before I place my hand on the back of her head and hold her there as we continue our kiss.

She feels so good on me as we kiss, and by the time we stop, my cock is rock hard.

“Feeling better?” she asks.

“Surprisingly, yes,” I laugh. “Although, now I’m tense for a whole other reason.”

“Yes, I’m not sure my tactic for calming you down is all that effective.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s calming at all, princess. It’s certainly a good distraction, though.”

She looks so beautiful, and her lips are puffy from my kisses as she pants slightly.

I’m just thinking that I’d like to take her back to bed and fuck her again when she says, “We have to leave in ten minutes. That’s usually how long you spend just staring at me when we’re in bed, so we probably don’t have time.”

I laugh at her joke and then sigh because I would much rather spend the next two hours in bed with her than what we’re going to do. “You’re right; I’ve never been a fan of having a quickie. In that case, you should probably get off me. It’s going to take me ten minutes to get myself under control, and that’s not going to happen when my cock is aware that the perfect place for it to be is only a few layers of fabric away.”

“Do my parents really need to know I’m pregnant? We should just stay here and have sex instead.”

“Hey, you won’t hear me complaining about that idea.”

I frown as I remember something she told me earlier about seeing a post on Reddit that I was having a baby. They know I’m in Seattle, and I’ve been seen at an obstetrician’s office here, so people are starting to successfully guess that I’ve gotten a woman who lives here pregnant.

“Yes, Lita. You said you’d already seen some rumors online about me having a baby on the way. We need to tell your parents before they read it in some shitty magazine.”

“Fine,” Lita says with an obvious pout. “But I was really sure I could get that ten grand today. I could just feel it.”

I laugh because I doubt she would’ve been successful, but I’d definitely be down for her giving it a try.

“If you say so, princess.”

I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her into me. She puts her hand on her little bump, hidden under the flowing top she’s wearing today.

I’m terrified about how we’re going to get her out of this hotel today. Lita is going to be walking out of the hotel on her own. Without either Daryl or me, she’ll look like a random hotel guest, and the paparazzi outside won’t realize that they should be paying attention to her until she’s in the limousine that will be waiting for her.

I’m worried that somehow she or the baby will be harmed and I won’t be there to stop it from happening.

“Are you ready for this?” I ask, even though we’ve run through the plan multiple times.

“Yeah, I’m a bit scared, but it’ll be okay.”

“I wish there was a better way, princess. If they got your picture with me, your parents could literally read it before we even make it to their place.”

“I know. I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” She tilts her face up to smile at me.

“I do worry about you, Lolita. You’re carrying my baby. I worry about you any time I’m not with you,” I admit quietly because it’s the truth.

“Well, let’s go now, then. The sooner we get downstairs, the sooner we can be safe in the limo on the way to my parents’ place.”

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