The Alpha's Baby(65)

"But Mary Lou…" Emmy bit her bottom lip.

"Mary Lou is fine." Sebastian squeezed her hand. "You, on the other hand, are in desperate need of some rest."

"I want to be here when she wakes up." She cast a nervous glance at the door.

"I swear to God I will have you back here first thing in the morning," Sebastian said.

She hesitated.

"Think about the baby." He looked pointedly at her stomach. "You need to rest for our child's sake."

Though she stood up, she frowned at him. "You're going to keep using the fact I'm pregnant against me, aren't you?"

The man tugged her forward a step, still as smug as ever. "A man has got to do what a man has got to do."

Emmy rolled her eyes and then followed him.



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Home. What a wonderful word. Emmy sighed as she flopped on the bed and lay on her back. She was in her pajamas, and her hair was damp after her shower. After flipping off the light, Sebastian toppled into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. There was something melodramatic about lying in bed as if nothing had happened. It was as though she'd never been hunted down by a monster, never feared for her life.

And it was as though she'd never learned that Sebastian was a werewolf.

As she stroked his arm, she realized why that was. Sebastian was still the same inside. And while she'd never forget that he was a werewolf, he would remain the man she cared about. Yet despite this train of thought, when she nestled into his arms, she couldn't manage to sleep. It was strange how she was exhausted, yet now that she was finally in bed, her brain was working overtime. She scowled, loathing her own mind.

"You're squirmy," Sebastian said.

"Oh." She blinked. "You noticed?"

"Of course I did." Sebastian opened his eyes. "What's the matter? Are you scared?"

"I don't know." Emmy sighed.

Sebastian propped himself up on his elbow and studied her as if he could see the reason behind her insomnia written on her forehead. "You don't know?"

"I guess it's just that there's so much going through my head," she said. "In the hospital, I'd become so preoccupied staring at the clock that I fell asleep. Now it's different."

"There's a clock here." He stared pointedly at her alarm clock.

"Somehow it's not the same." She flipped over onto her other side.

To this, Sebastian said nothing.

"I'm being stupid, aren't I?" Emmy shivered.

"You aren't being stupid." Sebastian held her close.

"I don't know about that." Once again, she writhed. "And I sure wish I could sleep."

"Do you want me to hum?" He breathed into her hair.

"Excuse me?" How would humming help her fall asleep?

"My mom used to hum to me when I was a kid," Sebastian said. "It works ten times better than any sleep aid you can buy."

"Somehow I doubt that."

"That's only because you haven't heard it." He oozed confidence from every pore, like always.

She sighed when she realized that she was caving. "Oh, all right. But there's no way this humming will ever make me conk out."

"Believe me, my humming is magical." Sebastian kissed her cheek. "It can do anything."

Though she was tired and cranky, she managed a small smile. "Uh-huh. Let's hear it, then. I'm ready to be impressed."

As Sebastian held her, he began to hum. His voice was deep and mellow. As she shut her eyes, she swore she could feel his voice as much as she could hear it. Well, I'll be damned. His humming really is magical. She sighed as warmth ebbed through her.

Fifteen minutes later, Emmy fell asleep.





Chapter Eleven




The next morning, Emmy rushed into the hospital, feeling rested but full of fire. Sebastian walked beside her, his expression sheepish.

"So much for being here first thing in the morning," she muttered.

After Sebastian's humming had put her to sleep, she'd slept and slept. Before she knew it, it was noon. Unfortunately, she'd also had to deliver a quick call to her parents to let them know she was all right as well. After all that, she wasn't even sure what time it was.

"You needed the rest." Sebastian led her over to a receptionist. "I'm sure that Mary Lou was fine without you for a little while."

"Still if Mary Lou woke up alone, then she must have been confused." Emmy winced, realizing that she was going to have to find a way to explain everything to her friend.

"Maybe she's not even awake yet," Sebastian said hopefully.

She sighed. "I sure hope not. I'd like to be there when she first wakes up."

After giving her a charming grin that chilled some of her inner flame, Sebastian glanced down at the young, brunette receptionist. The girl did a double take at the sight of handsome Sebastian, and something large and angry roared, "He's mine!" inside of Emmy. Still she didn't have to worry about Sebastian. The man didn't pay attention to the woman's doe eyes.