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"Why don't you rest, and I’ll do them both," he says, still trying to look after me. He has become a little overbearing in these last few weeks as I've gotten bigger.

"No, Seb, I'm fine, honestly. Go for your shower," I say and give him a kiss on his cheek to stop that worried face.

He mutters something but walks off smiling. I shake my head, heading to our kitchen to start making breakfast. I'm half way through cooking when Elliot wanders in and puts his bike helmet on the kitchen counter.

"Hey, your door was open," he says without a care in the world as he sits on a stool at the breakfast table.

"No problem, want some breakfast?" I ask, as I've cooked too much bacon, eggs, and toast anyway.

"Sounds great. I just came to check on Seb," he says as I sort out a plate for him.

"I'm good, bro," Seb says, walking into the room and kissing my cheek before taking his plate of food and sitting next to Elliot. I glance at the twins while they chat. They look the same in their faces, but are so different in every other way. Elliot’s hair is much darker than Seb's, and he always has a little stubble on his jaw, whereas Seb is usually clean-shaven. The way they dress is so different, too. Elliot is always in all black, looking like a scary biker. Well, he does have a bike, so I guess that makes sense, and Seb looks like a college student. I shake my head before taking my seat.

"So what's my nephew going to be named?" Elliot asks, and then starts eating.

"We haven't decided yet, but I think anything like Sebastian is a good idea." Seb grins, and I shake my head, smiling.

"No chance," I say and giggle when he tickles me.

"Cheeky girl." He kisses me and then leans back to eat.

"I agree with Maisy," Elliot mutters before his phone goes off.

I can’t help the giggle that escapes as his phone is playing the song about a girl’s milkshake bringing all the boys to the yard. Elliot glares at me as he takes the phone call, moving into the other room. Seb and I look at each other over the table and burst into laughter. Thankfully, we have stopped when Elliot comes back into the room.

"Good news, the club is nearly done. The contractors think it will be about one month before it can be opened," Elliot sayswith a small grin.

"That's great, man, you can finally do something other than work on that Harley of yours," Seb says, patting Elliot on the back.

“Don’t knock it, you should watch and learn something, asshole,” Elliot fires back, and I have to ask.

“Isn’t it odd that you like bikes and own a Harley, and your brother is named after them, yet he doesn’t drive one?” I ask, and Seb laughs.

“Harley hates his name and isn’t a fan of bikes,” Seb tells me, and Elliot nods in agreement.

“I only bought the Harley to piss him off to start off with, but then I liked it,” Elliot says with a smirk.

“I guess you don’t always like what your parents named you,” I say with a slight chuckle.

"Thanks for the food, Maisy. I can't wait to meet my nephew," Elliot says before getting his helmet and doing up his leather jacket. He waves bye before he leaves as I eat my food.

"Elliot talks a hell of lot more than he used to," I say to Seb, who seems to think about it. Growing up around Elliot, he never spoke to me unless he needed something.

"He does seem to be trying to become nicer to people," Seb notes before taking the empty plates to clean. I walk over to him and rest my head on his back.

"You know, it turns me on to see a man cleaning," I tell him and lower my hands to the waistband of his joggers.

"Well, I won't be taking you to see anyone else clean," he growls, and I giggle when he picks me up in his arms like I weigh nothing.

"Sebby, your hands are wet," I say, and he laughs.

"I plan to get you wet, anyway, May," he growls and then kisses me as he carries me up the stairs. We spend most of the morning in bed before he has to leave, and I can't help but think I have the perfect man for me.

Chapter 16

Sebastian

"All done, bro," I say, signing the last of the paperwork with our solicitor, and Harley grins from his seat behind his desk.

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