Page 87 of Sebastian's Baby

I know exactly the way to Heather’s heart, but I can’t resist teasing her as well.

I can make payment in orgasms or arancini. Which would you prefer?

My phone starts buzzing, and I laugh as I answer it quietly, “Yes, lover?”

“Why are you whispering?”

“Lita is sleeping,” I chuckle as I look down at her and stroke her back with my thumb. “So. Orgasms or arancini?”

“How about your admission that you’re in love with Lita?”

I shake my head and roll my eyes. “Thanks to you, we’ve been discussing ourfeelingstoday. I’m not in love with Lita, so I can’t offer that as compensation. Might I suggest you go with the orgasms? They’re of the highest quality, I can assure you.”

Heather ignores my suggestion and presses, “Okay, but you wouldn’t even bring a woman to my engagement party. So imaginemysurprise when Sebastian Fox tells me he desperately needs me to make a dress for his girlfriend to come to an actual wedding with him.”

I can tell she’s trying to get a rise out of me, so I keep my voice neutral when I reply. “When I went to your engagement party, there wasn’t a woman in my life who was carrying my child. Yes, I want to spend time with Lita, but it’s only because of what we’re going through together.”

“If you say so. I’ll take the arancini.”

“Noted,” I laugh. “I’ll send you the measurements soon.”

We end our call, and I spend the next hour looking through emails and social media. I flick between the same few apps until Lita lifts her head and looks around as she blinks rapidly.

“Hey, princess,” I say as I set my phone aside.

“Hi.” Lita sits up next to me. “Daytime naps are weird.”

I smile at her. “Yeah, you looked like you needed it, though.”

“Look what you’ve done to me,” Lita says with a yawn. “It’s your fault I’m so tired.”

“I’m sorry you’re tired; I’m not sorry you’re pregnant with my baby,” I laugh.

“It really is the best accident ever, hey? Imagine if that condom had never broken.”

I frown as I think about it. If it hadn’t been Lita, who knows who I would’ve eventually used that condom with. I don’t like the idea at all.

“Nah, I don’t want to imagine that. I love our baby. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

“I hadn’t thought about it.” Lita rubs her bump. “I don’t care. Boy or girl, it doesn’t matter; it’s ours.”

“Have you thought about names at all?”

“Not really, but we should probably go Italian, make your nonna happy,” she grins at me.

“Or we could double down, Sebastian Junior for a boy or Sebastiana for a girl,” I laugh.

“Maybe. We’ll keep those as backups. I was thinking of Cletus for a boy,” she says with a completely straight face, and I can’t tell if she actually wants to use this name or not.

“Are you…serious?”

I stare at her, hoping to god that she isn’t because there is no goddamn way that I’m naming my sonCletus.

“Yes, isn’t it a gorgeous name?” She gives me a dreamy smile. “It’s just so dignified.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

God, I hope I do.

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