The Billionaire’s Baby(3)

But it would never happen. My parents would never have the change to meet their grandchild, and my baby would never have the chance to meet them. It tore bitterly at my heart.

I’d been struggling with a way to tell Karina how deeply I appreciated her mere presence, but I failed to be able to find an adequate measure. Surely she knew, right?

“Macy?” Sebastian’s deep British whisper echoed from behind the thick bathroom door, “Are you alright in there?”

“Just fine.” I replied, struggling to keep my voice calm and peaceful as my stomach lurched once more inside of me.

I rushed forward, hands gripping the side of the toilet just in time as Sebastian hesitantly stepped away from the door, leaving me alone in my morning sickness.





Chapter Two





"I asked if we could get separate rooms." Sebastian murmured, as though he were trying to be helpful, as I finally managed to splash water on my face and step out of the bathroom, "But Alissa said it would seem too strange for a married couple to stay apart. She said it was so full anyways we were lucky to get a room alone."

"Don't bother the bride." I shrugged, smoothing my hair from my damp forehead.

I sank onto the bed beside him, shoulders heaving with a sigh.

“Is that how you felt at our wedding?” He chuckled, gorgeous head cocking to the side slightly as his gaze slid towards me.

A bit taken aback that he actually mentioned our union  , a rare topic of discussion, I hesitantly shook my head.

“Nope.” I smiled, “I was too absorbed in the fact that I was marrying someone as smart and dashing as you.”

The billionaire glanced at me from the side, deep blue eyes studying me uncertainly, before he softly reached over and took my hand in his, his warm fingers stroked up and down my own until my eyes lazily drifted shut.

We hadn't spent a bed together since our little accident had occurred, and physical touching had been even less. Sebastian had barely even hugged me, much less spared a glance my way.

It was nice to feel his soothing, tender touch. When we were close and Sebastian decided to truly interact with me, it was as though my heart was given wings, as corny as that was.

These moments were so rare and fleeting though, I could never be sure how long they would last or how often. Hoping for them was like hoping for a rainbow.

"What do you think my Mother is doing right now?" The thirty year old billionaire sighed, flopping backwards on the bed. The sheets jostled around him like an ocean.

Dressed in an unordinarily casual outfit for the moment, a simple white button up and crisp black slacks. His socked feet dangled off the edge of the bed, dancing to the rhythm of his flying thoughts. What went on in his stunning mind, I would never know.

"Drinking." I replied almost instantly, chuckling for a second, "Or hanging out with Harry and Lewis."

"She loves that bakery almost as much as you do, I think." Sebastian smirked at the ceiling, full lips creasing his gorgeous tan face, "We were both lucky to have you come into our lives."

I blinked, staring at him in surprise. It wasn't often that he even hinted at being happy that I'd come into his life. Perhaps he was feeling sentimental today.

To be frank, I was as freely giving in my affection as he was. Perhaps both of us were having trouble crossing that bridge. Neither knew what to expect of the other. Did he see me as mysteriously as I saw him?

Slowly, I lay down on the bed at Sebastian’s side, my head resting on the pillow beside his own. His arms carefully crossed behind his head, his elbow an inch above me. I could feel his warmth like a blanket over me, though we didn't touch. My arms rest straight down my sides, my ankles crossed. Our breaths came in unison, chests softly rising and falling side by side. I stared down at my belly, trying to tell if it’d gotten any bigger.

"How long do we have until we need to head downstairs?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to inspect the strong curve of his jaw and the way his lips moved as he spoke. The Caribbean sun here had been nothing but kind to him, his usually tan flesh was even more rich and caramel colored.

He shifted his arms, glancing at the watch on his wrist, "We should head down there now, before Alissa has a panic attack."

Despite almost wanting to wait and see what would happen when Alissa got flustered, I nodded and slowly pulled myself up.

Sebastian slid off the bed, leaving a cold space where his warm body once lay. As he vanished into the bathroom to finish getting ready, I swung my legs over the edge like a child in a seat far too large, glancing around the gorgeous hotel room where we were shacked up for the rest of the weekend.

The room sat right on the beach, overlooking the never ending sea. At night when all was quiet, you could hear the swell of the tide down below. It was a rather small hotel, by Davis standards, only three flights tall. This wedding was also small, again by Davis standards, only about 200 people or so. I couldn't even remember now how many people were at the wedding I had with Sebastian, I'd been so dazzled by the sights and sounds that I barely paid any attention at all.