Page 22 of Chance

“Stand in front of the window so I can take some pictures.” Harley waves toward the bay window facing the trees. The light is just dimming, and you can see the sun setting in the window above the trees; it’s perfect for pictures and almost looks like a fake background drop.

I pull Maisy into my arms until she’s standing in front of me, and I whisper as Harley takes photos. “I can’t wait to rip this dress off you later and kiss every inch of your sweet body.”

Maisy turns her head up to look at me with her bright-red cheeks, but before she can say anything, I kiss her. Harley snaps the picture, and I know it’s a moment I'll never forget.

I'm sitting on the porch when Maisy turns up. I smirk, remembering that night. It was one of the best nights of my life, and I have that picture in my room still. She slides out of her car, a little wobbly, and I run to get to her side. My arm wraps around her waist, and she smiles up at me. My heart beats faster when I see the cheeky smile she gives me. Who knew smiling could be hot as fuck?

"You okay?" I ask when she looks away.

"Yeah, I guess I forgot breakfast. I forget sometimes that I need to eat more." She smiles, while I get angry.

"It’s midday, and you haven't eaten? Come on." I sweep her into my arms while she moans at me, my temper rising. The woman needs to eat for her and my son. I don’t know everything about pregnancy, but I do know that.

"Sebastian, I can walk," she says in a hushed whisper, but I ignore her and walk into the kitchen. The house is empty, so it’s just us as I sit her on a stool.

"Don't move," I warn gently while getting stuff for sandwiches and grapes out of the fridge.

“I can’t get off these damn stools without help at the moment anyway.” She sulks as I try not to laugh.

I hand her the box of grapes, knowing she loves them, and she smiles at me.

I send a quick text to my estate agent, letting her know we will be a little late, before making two sandwiches for her and one for me. I place the plate in front her and her eyebrows rise in a silent question.

"One for both of you." I wink and start eating, while she looks at me for a second before eating hers.

"Thank you," she says when I take her plate and put them on the counter.

I return all of the stuff to the fridge before we leave for my car. We don't talk, but it's not uncomfortable in the car. I'm still mad she didn't eat, so I decide to use the car journey to calm down. The first house is about ten minutes away; it looked nice in the photos, but it's not the one I really like.

I get out of the car and open Maisy’s door before taking her hand. She tries to pull her hand away but gives up, and we walk toward the cottage with four bedrooms. It's a modern cottage from the outside, as it’s clearly been built in the last ten years. It has three other similar cottages nearby, but they’re not attached. It's not private, but I'm unsure what May wants in a house.

We knock on the door. It’s a small door for me, and I have to lower my head when I walk in, which isn't a good sign, and Maisy can't help but laugh when I scowl at her.

"Hi, I'm Lucy. Would you like me to give you a tour, or you can look around yourself if you’d like?" she asks with a big smile. Lucy looks to be in her mid-thirties with pale-blond hair, which is cut short into a bob. She seems very professional in a suit.She is someone I would imagine Harley fucking; he likes the older girls.

"No, thank you. Can we go to the next house, Sebastian?” Maisy says, still laughing, and I can’t help the little smirk I have at her looking so happy.

"Sure, we will meet you there, Lucy," I say, and she nods.

"Why didn't you want to look?"I ask as we get into the car, as I’m little confused.

"Seb, it doesn't suit you or me. The front door is too small, and I just didn’t think you liked it." She shrugs, but I can’t help but grin as I realize she is thinking of us living together.

"No, I didn't like it, but I want you to like it more. I don't care if I have to get hit in the head every time I walk in," I say, and she laughs.

"It might have knocked some sense into you. We should go back." She winks at me before we both start laughing.

We pull up to the next house around ten minutes later. This is the one I really like. The great thing is that it's only about five minutes away from home. It has its own drive, which has been newly tiled in blue and cream stones. The house is a barn conversion, which in a way looks like a barn still. It's beautiful with the red bricks outside, and the doors and window are done in an old, brown wood, which I read online is the original wood the barn was made with years ago.

"Wow," May mutters when I pull up in front of the house.

It has a garage to the left, which is not attached to the house, and if I remember right, it has an attic game room. I let Maisy out of the car and hold her hand again, and she doesn't seem to notice as she looks at the house.

A moment later, the estate agent pulls in and opens the door for us while we follow. We enter a small entrance hall with a shoe cabinet built right into the left wall. There’s enough cubbies to hold all of Maisy’s shoe collection, and then some.

"Would you like me to give a tour?" Lucy asks.

"No, I’ll show her around," I say, walking May into the room on the right.

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