EMMA'S POV
If not for the tiny, innocent fetus inside her, I would have loved to punch her. Okay, maybe not punch her, I'm not a violent person, but the thought of hitting her so she'd have sense? Very tempting. Sebastian would probably divorce me straight up.
I gave her a forced smile before turning to Sebastian who also looked confused. "Uh, Seb," I said, forcing a smile as I glanced at him. "Looks like someone's in my seat."
Sebastian hesitated, his hand resting on his door, his eyes flickering from me to Ava like he was trying to say something that wouldn't hurt the both of us. "Uh… Ava," he said, his voice low, "do you mind moving to the back? Emma usually rides in the front."
Ava turned to him, her face lighting up with an expression so sweet it made me feel sick. "Oh, I would, Seb. Really. But I just can’t stretch my legs properly in the back. You know, with the baby and all…. It's just going to be a hard and painful process for the baby and I, you wouldn't want that right?
