Page 27 of Chance

"I like that idea," I say, kissing his throat gently. He groans, and I see his hands tighten on the bed. I run my hands up his shirt, feeling his chest as I kiss up his neck and suck on his earlobe before he pulls away. I watch in confusion as he practically jumps to the end of the bed and holds onto to the bar.

"May, you can't do that when I want you so fucking bad. I'm close to removing that hospital gown and devouring every bit of you, but I won’t in here. The first time I'll take you again will be in our bed, in our home," he says, breathing hard to calm down.

"I like that idea. I remember how amazing you were, like no one else. You have no idea how much I want you," I say, more to myself, and Sebastian's mouth tightens when I look over at him.What did I say wrong now?

"Were you with anyone else when you were away?" He struggles with the question, and I struggle more with trying to answer.

I look down, not wanting to answer this, but I know I need to so we can move past it. "Yes, I met a guy not long after I left you. It was just a rebound. I regret it now, but it only lasted a few days because I found out about the baby, and I ended it,"I say quietly, though I know he heard every word.

Seb slams his hands into the bed before walking out, and I want to cry, but I don't. He did far worse to me by sleeping with dozens of girls. Being with that guy was a bad idea from the start, and I only liked him because he was nothing like Seb.

I eventually fall back asleep, and when I wake this time, it's to Allie’s face as she paints my nails. I sleep like the living dead, at least that’s what Allie has told me before, so it doesn’t shock me that she manages to do this while I’m sleeping.

"Err, hi," I say, trying to keep my hand still. It’s hard not to chuckle that she has my hand on a book and is painting my nails a bright red.

"Oh, you’re awake. I've painted your toenails too. You can thank me later. How are you feeling, and where the hell is Sebastian?" she asks,and I chuckle as I look down at my red toes peeking out of the end of my blanket. I love that Allie has no idea of personal space when it comes to me and the people she cares about.

"I'm all right, but I could use a drink, and don't ask," I say, sitting up a little.

"Hold on, I'll get you one when I finish this last nail," she says and paints my pinkie finger before getting me a bottle of water. I'm finishing my drink when Luke walks in, without knocking, but I can’t be too mad at his cheeky face.

"Hey, Seb says he will be back in half an hour, but he sounded mad. What happened?"Luke asks as he takes the seat by Allie, who waves hello.

"I don't want to talk about it," I say, looking away with tears.

I'm guessing he’s going to end it with me. I knew he would hate me for this, it's why I didn't say anything before. I try to distract myself by looking at Luke. He looks older these days, and I think it’s because of his tattooed arms and the slight beard he always has.

"Hey, don't cry. Whatever he has done, I can say sorry for it," Luke says, and Allie takes my hand.

“Do I need to kick his ass?” Allie asks, being deadly serious, and it makes me smile.

"It wasn't him," I say quietly, still sobbing. It hasn't escaped my notice that my parents aren't here, and they most likely don't care. I've just had enough of everyone walking away from me.I hear the door open and hushed voices, but I don’t bother looking away from the pillow that I’m currently crying into.

I feel a hand stroke my arm, and I look up to see Elliot smiling down at me, actually smiling. It shocks me out of crying for a second. I then notice he is holding a ‘get well soon’ balloon and a motorbike helmet under the other arm.

“You’re not alone, remember that, Maisy. I never thought you were right for my brother, but I know you are now. He was a fucking mess without you, and it’s like seeing a different man now,” Elliot tells me sternly, and I nod my understanding. I watch as he gives Luke the balloon and walks toward the door. Just as he opens it, he looks back at Allie for a second before leaving.

"Did he really just smile?" I ask Allie, who seems as surprised as me.

"He is a strange man to understand, but I believe he did." She laughs it off and takes the balloon off Luke to tie at the end of the bed.

"Can I feel the bump?" Luke asks, and I nod. He feels all over, but the baby doesn't kick for him. I can feel him shifting a little, but no kicks.

"It's amazing," Luke whispers, leaning over to rest his head on my bump.

"I would be insanely jealous if my girl wasn't pregnant," says a voice from the doorway. I look up to see Seb holding a bundle of balloons and a large blue teddy in his other arm. I can't help but smile at the massive man holding a teddy bear.

"Can I have a second alone with Maisy?" Seb asks, setting the teddy down at the end of my bed and tying the balloons to the end, too, next to Elliot’s. I’m surprised the bed doesn’t start lifting from the amount of balloons. I hope they don’t bring this many when the baby is born, I'll start having enough to float a house away like in that Disney film Allie made me watch once.

"Sure," Luke says, getting up.

"Is that all right with you, Maisy bear?" Allie asks without moving.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise." She squeezes my hand before walking to Seb.

"Don't make her cry again, or I'll make you fucking regret it, pretty boy," she threatens, and Seb nods, looking scared of the tiny, blond girl, who winks at me before leaving. Honestly, Allie can be a little scary sometimes, but I know she means well. I don’t doubt her promise, though.

"My whole family are taking turns being here over the next week, so you won't ever be alone," Seb says, sitting on the end of the bed like he doesn't want to get near me.

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