Making His Baby(152)

Stunned, my gaze is glued to him. I love him, too. So much. Warmth spreads through me knowing that the feelings I have for him are reciprocated.

“I love you, too.”

Sebastian drops his forehead to mine and makes a command I vow to never disobey.

“Never leave me again.”





EPILOGUE





SEBASTIAN DOWNS

Six months later…





“Bash!” Olivia calls out as soon as she enters the door.

The excitement in her voice will never get old. She makes me feel like the luckiest fucker alive when she greets me and I bet she doesn’t even know it.

Abandoning my present task, I leave her bedroom and meet her in the hallway.

“Hi,” she says, smiling brightly at me.

“How was your day, sweetheart?”

“Better now,” she says, further stroking my ego. “How was your flight?”

“Uneventful. You were all I could think about.”

I’d taken one of my now frequent flights in from California this morning to spend the weekend with her.

Because of our hectic schedules, we’d settled on a compromise. I do most of the traveling because her school schedule isn’t very flexible. Most of the time, I work remotely from Tennessee unless it is absolutely essential that I show up in the flesh.

When Olivia has an extended break from school, we go to California. We’re still working out the kinks but it’s served us well so far.

I’m even in the process of buying land to open an east-coast division for the site and app. Steady growth has increased our demand for employees and office space and my home state is as good a place as any to put down some roots.

Olivia made the decision that much easier.

I want to be wherever she is.

“How was the old guy today?” I ask, referring to her outing after class.

Green eyes light up like the sun and her smile is just as bright.

“Today was a good day for Arnold. He was sitting up in his chair when I got there. And he smiled when he saw me, even though he still thinks I’m his wife Claire.”

This makes me chuckle. Arnold had been put in a nursing home only a month after Olivia was fired. His condition had deteriorated so quickly in those four weeks that his son had no choice but to put him in a nursing home.

At first Gavin visited Arnold every weekend. The nurses report that on one visit, Arnold was unusually lucid and in a screaming fit, told Gavin that he never wanted to see him again after what he did Claire.

It didn’t take much to figure out that Claire was Olivia, and that he knew Gavin wronged her.

Gavin has never visited again. As an only child, Gavin and his father were always extremely close. Rumor has it Arnold’s outburst destroyed Gavin’s spirit.

Olivia visits him every chance she got and I always looked forward to her amusing stories when she returned.

“Claire must have been as beautiful as you are if he keeps getting you two confused,” I remark tweaking her nose.

“Forever the smooth talker,” she grins, wrapping her arms loosely around my waist.

God, I love this woman.

My body is rock hard just from being in her presence. Hell, I’m never not horny where Olivia is concerned.

She’s my strength and weakness packaged in human form. My constant when the rest of the world turns its back on me.

Which is why I’m anxious to execute my plans for the evening.

“Have a seat and I’ll get us something to drink,” I say, steering her to the sofa.

Alone in the kitchen, I pour myself a shot of whiskey to eliminate my nerves. With my hand in my pocket, my fingers run over the velvet box housed there.

This is it.

I love this woman and I know without a doubt that she loves me too. But for some reason I find myself just as nervous now as I was that day in the art room before I asked her to prom.

Just go out there and do it.

After pouring her a glass of wine, my steps carry me back to the living room where she’s sitting Indian-style on the sofa surfing the channels.

Her hair is piled high on top of her head, and she’s wearing a yellow sundress to combat the Tennessee summer heat.

Her face is makeup free yet still stunning as ever.

When she sees me nearing the couch, she instinctively reaches out for the glass and starts talking away.

“What do you want to watch? There’s a marathon of that game show you like on. But there’s also a marathon of that renovation show that I really love—”

I could listen to her chat all day but I need to say this before I lose my nerve.

“Olivia, I need to ask you something,” my voice is smooth, not betraying the angst I feel.

Noting the seriousness in my voice, she looks at me expectantly and takes a sip of her wine.

“What’s up?”

“I’ve had something on my mind for a while and I wanted to know how you felt about it,” I say stalling.