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I'm now pushed against the window, and her hand drops to my thigh. I start to panic as her hand starts moving up. I grab her hand, pushing it away as she moans at me. What the hell is wrong with this girl?

"Elena, you have to leave me alone. I'm moving in with my girlfriend, and we are having a baby. You’re a nice girl, but you’re not for me," I tell her as seriously as I can, trying to get my point across.

She looks up at me with her makeup running down her cheeks as she starts messing with her hair. I don’t tell her Maisy’s name on purpose. I don't want her finding out it’s Maisy because girls can be mean. Elena was never nice to Maisy in school, so I’m guessing she would be a bitch to her if she saw her around. Her face goes red slowly before she bangs her hand on the table. A few people stop talking to stare at us, and I groan mentally.

"Who is the whore you got pregnant? They can just get rid of it. Don't worry, babe, I can talk to her," she says loudly, and I look at her. She is looking more like the crazy person she sounds like.

"I love her, so no. I want to keep the baby. Anyway, it's nothing to do with you, Elena. Please go," I say gently, pushing her out of the seat as she clings to my arm. I manage to get her off of me before backing away toward the counter.

"Please, Seb, I love you. I always have, and you’re mine," she says with more tears this time, she looks heartbroken and it makes me feel like a dick. I don’t know what to say to her, but I can’t just ignore her when she is like this. I’m not that much of asshole. Well, maybe I used to be, images of random girls I slept with come back to me, their upset faces when I didn’t call them back. I move over to Elena and stand close, careful not to touch her.

"Elena, I never lied to you. You knew I was cut up about Maisy and it was a rebound. I thought you knew we were friends with benefits, and nothing more. I'm going to leave now, Elena. You should go home," I say, my tone more pissed-off than kind. I ask the lady behind the counter if my food is ready yet, and she leaves to find out.

"Seb, don't leave me," Elena says, this time grabbing my arm harshly and pulling me toward her. I manage to pull her fingers off of me, but everyone is looking now.

Luckily for me, my food and drinks are ready. I take them and just leave, not looking back at a crying Elena. I feel bad, but to comfort her now would just make her think I care about her. And, I honestly don't. I know she isn't in love with me because she used to tell me every time when she slept with one of my friends. The only ones she didn't manage to sleep with were Blake and any of my brothers. Not for lack of trying.

I end up at the hospital ten minutes late, but luckily Maisy is still packing her bag. She is wearing a green, tunic dress, which shows off all her curves and her cute bump. It tops skin-tight leggings that show off her gorgeous legs, which I want to have wrapped around me. She has some leather boots that stop at her knees, and I imagine her naked with just those boots on. Now, I’m sporting a boner in the hospital. Her long, black hair looks like silk as it flows around her shoulders, making her heart-shaped face glow. She is so beautiful that I end up staring at her from the doorway for a long time, not wanting to move.

"Excuse me," a female voice says from behind me, which makes Maisy look up and see me. She has a huge smile on her face, and her brown eyes light up.

"Sorry, I just got caught staring at my beautiful girlfriend," I say, turning to see a middle-aged nurse with brown hair in a tight bun, and she smiles at me.

"Here are your release forms, dear. You keep rested and eat lots," she says, handing Maisy some forms.

"Can I ask a question?" I ask the nurse, who nods.

"Is it safe for us to have sex?" I ask, and Maisy’s cheeks burn bright-red as she chokes on air, which makes me want to chuckle.

"Yes, sex is safe for mother and baby," the nurse says, with not an ounce of the embarrassment Maisy seems to feel, if her cheeks are anything to go by. The nurse says goodbye to a blushing Maisy and then leaves the room.

I walk over and pull Maisy into a deep kiss before she can say anything. Her little moans make me hard in seconds, and it's been so long without sex that I need her. I pull away, resting my forehead against hers.

"Are you ready to see your new home?" I ask with a grin. I can’t wait to show her the house; my family and I have worked damn hard to get everything ready.

"Yes, but a little nervous," she admits.

"Why?"I ask, needing to understand.

"Well, it's you and me; doing this is making us permanent. What if you get bored of me?" She looks away. I’m having none of that, and I gently place my hands on her face, drawing her back to look at me.

"May, the idea that I'll ever get bored of you is crazy. Plus, I put the house in your name, so you don't have to worry, it's yours just like I am." I can't help but smirk at her shocked expression.She goes to reply, and I kiss her to keep her quiet. I don’t want her to refuse the house, or say anything. I don’t care if she kicks me out of her house tomorrow. I have nothing if I don’t have her, money is just paper.

"Come on, we are leaving," I say, throwing her bag over my shoulder as I take her hand. She shakes her head at me, muttering something I can't hear and likely don't want to.

We drive pretty much in silence to the house, I can feel how nervous Maisy is, and I decide it’s best not to say anything. Small talk is overrated. Plus, I'm nervous myself, what if she doesn't like it?

I quickly get out of the car to open her door and pick her up in my arms.

"What are you doing, Sebby?" She giggles, and I smirk. My heart warms at her nickname for me, I honestly thought I’d never hear it again.

"Walking you over the threshold, of course." I wink, and she blushes.

"Isn't that for when you’re married?" she asks, trying not to laugh when I open the front door in an awkward way.

"Maybe, I just wanted an excuse to hold you,"I tell her honestly, and she kisses my cheek.

"You can put me down now," she says, still laughing about the door, I’m guessing. We both are in a better mood now.

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