Page 111 of Accidental Theirs
The doctor nods, smiling again. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
He exits the room, and I quickly get dressed with Sebastian’s help.
He tugs my blouse over my head, kissing my nose, and it makes me smile.
“Where to now?” he asks casually, as if he didn’t break down in the doctor’s office.
I sigh heavily, my feet aching. “Home, please.” I pause, not wanting to be alone. “Will you come with me? I was going to make dinner."
“Yes. My place instead of yours. But you’re not cooking. You’re tired.”
“I have to eat.”
“Then I’ll order in. What are you in the mood for?”
I groan. “Sushi.”
He laughs. “No sushi until the little one is here. How about some pizza?”
My mouth waters. “Pizza sounds really good right now, actually. Can I get pineapples on it?”
He wrinkles his nose. “No.”
I burst out laughing, and he sighs dramatically.
“Okay. For you, pineapple on pizza.”
“Blame the pregnancy cravings.”
“Gotta blamesomething,” he mutters, leading me to my car.
I grin as I drive away, watching him follow me in the rearview mirror.
I can’t believe I’m feeling giddy over my father’s best friend, but things have changed so quickly.
Back at his penthouse, I head to the kitchen, taking out a soda from the fridge. “Would you like a drink?”
I know I’m playing hostess at his place, but I’m very grateful for his help today.
“Just water is fine. Been drinking too much lately.”
“Been stressed?”
“Something like that.”
Always so mysterious.
I make him a cold glass of water and slide it across the marble.
He sips it while I crack open my soda.
“Pizza should be here in fifteen.”
“Thank God.” I head to his living area and plop down on the comfortable couch.
He sits down next to me. “Put your feet up.”
