The Alpha's Baby(36)

"Yep," he said.

Sebastian took one look at Emmy's frustrated expression and laughed. It was just as she'd feared. After five seconds together, Mary Lou and Sebastian were running all over her. Her frustration grew. If they kept this up, they'd be lucky if she didn't shove them down a flight of stairs. Or bake them in her oven. Or chop them up into little pieces and store them in her freezer. Cackling wickedly, she rubbed her hands together.

"I don't know about you, but I hate it when she wears that look." Mary Lou shook her head.

Nodding in agreement, Sebastian tutted. "I don't even want to know what she's thinking about."

She narrowed her eyes. "I can hear you, you know."

Ignoring her, Mary Lou walked over to the couch and squeezed herself between Emmy and Sebastian. Emmy muttered under her breath, wishing she had super-strength so she could upturn the couch—with Mary Lou and Sebastian still on it.

"I'm Mary Lou, by the way." Mary Lou extended her hand to Sebastian.

He shook her hand. "I'm Sebastian."

"Oh, I know." Mary Lou gushed as if she was being introduced to a celebrity. "I've heard so much about you."

"Good things, I hope." Sebastian grinned.

"Well, they came from Emmy," Mary Lou said.

"So definitely not good things." The man had the nerve to shoot her a teasing grin, which she returned with a scowl.

Mary Lou began, "I know I should probably let the two of you go on with whatever naughty business you have planned—"

Sebastian met Emmy's eyes and mouthed the words, "Naughty business?"

"ButI just wanted to introduce myself and share some good natured advice."

"Okay, let's hear this advice." Sebastian's grin was growing broader by the second.

Groaning, Emmy buried her face in her hands. She could only imagine what kind of advice Mary Lou was going to give. Bedroom instructions? Maybe she wanted to share a copy of her Kama Sutra? Worse yet, perhaps she wanted to advise Sebastian to wear clothes that were eight sizes too small. Suddenly, she had second thoughts about letting this woman babysit her child. Mary Lou would turn her son into a playboy and dress her daughter like a hooker.

"Oh God." Emmy wasn't sure who she wanted to shoot more, herself or Mary Lou.

"Now, I hear that Emmy is giving you a hard time about this marriage business," Mary Lou said.

So the advice wasn't about the Kama Sutra or bedroom instructions. It was about her.

"Mary Lou." Emmy cracked her knuckles.

"She's a tad stubborn, but she'll make an excellent wife." Mary Lou patted his hand in a maternal way. "I just want you to know that, in case you're thinking of throwing in the towel."

"I know that Emmy will be an excellent wife." Sebastian nodded. "I never doubted that for a second."

"Good." Mary Lou beamed at him. "Now don't stop hassling her, you hear me? She'll say yes to marrying you eventually if you try hard enough. She's always been a bit headstrong. I think she gets it from her mother."

"I'm still here, you guys." Emmy scowled at them. "And I don't appreciate the way this conversation is going."

"Don't worry," Sebastian said, talking over Emmy. "I won't give up until there's a wedding ring on Emmy's finger. I'll take good care of our baby too."

Mary Lou looked as if Christmas had come early. "What a good man you are. If you were five years younger, I'd sink my teeth into you myself."

Even Sebastian paused at her words, but he recovered quickly. "I think I'm a little old for you. I'd be robbing the cradle."

"It's a damn shame." Mary Lou sighed.

"I think you two deserve each other," Emmy muttered.

Mary Lou glanced meaningfully at Sebastian. "You know, pregnant women always get a little bit cranky, so you have to get used to her sass. It's all that vomiting, you know."

"I'm not cranky because I'm pregnant," she said. "I'm cranky because the two of you are a trial."

"See." Mary Lou winked. "Told you so."

Unable to contain himself, Sebastian laughed. "That would explain some things. There have been moments when I feared for my life."

"One of those moments should be now." Emmy narrowed her eyes.

"Say, Mary Lou, would you like to stay and watch a movie?" Sebastian grinned at the older woman as he pretended that Emmy hadn't spoken.

"Say no, Mary Lou." Emmy elbowed the older woman.

"Of course I would." Mary Lou gushed. "You are such a gentleman."

"I try my best." He winked, and Mary Lou batted her eyelashes.

At that moment Emmy wondered whether it would be socially acceptable if she left her own apartment when there were people inside. Though she was considering it, her upbringing kept her from running out the door. Besides, she wasn't sure that she could trust these two in her apartment. If she left for even a millisecond, one of them might light her place on fire or smash a window. She shivered in horror.