I’m just about to lock up when the door swings open. Celine had left earlier after we finished the pizza, saying they needed her at the Winter Wonderland project.Sebastian’s here again. A part of me acknowledge the way my heart reacts to seeing him, but I shove it down, too afraid I might say something I shouldn’t. Or maybe… I’m just not ready to forgive him yet.He steps inside, looking at me. “I didn’t like how we left things this morning.”I exhale and turn away. “Sebastian, I don’t have the energy for this right now.”“You don’t have to talk, just listen.”I should tell him to leave. I should shut the door on whatever this is before it spirals into something I can’t control. But I don’t.I lean against the counter, arms crossed defensively. “Fine. Talk.”He hesitates, running a hand through his hair. “I know I hurt you. I know I messed up.” He swallows. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. But, Selina… I meant what I said. I care. And no matter you push me away, I won
I step out of my house. My mind is still clouded with last night’s realization. Pregnancy. It feels surreal, like a dream I haven’t fully woken up from. My hands rest on my stomach as I walk toward the bakery. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until I see Sebastian.He’s standing outside the bakery, unloading boxes from a delivery truck. I just stand there, watching him. He shouldn’t be here. I don’t even want to see him right now.I clear my throat and step forward. “What are you doing here?”He looks up, surprised. Then, as if he expected this reaction, he sighs and wipes his hands on his jeans. “Just passing by. Saw the delivery guy struggling. Figure I’d help.”I cross my arms, trying to ignore the way my heart clenches at the sight of him. “I had this handled.”“Did you?” He raises an eyebrow, gesturing to the unopened bakery doors. “You weren’t even here yet.”I hate that he has a point. But still. “I didn’t ask for your help.”“I know,” he says simply. “But I wasn’t go
I sit at the kitchen table. The bottle of prenatal vitamins sits in front of me. The little white pills seem so innocent, but my eyes can’t help but trace their outline, over and over again. I don’t know why, but I can’t bring myself to open the bottle. It’s like doing so would make it real, and I’m not ready for that.I glance at the card beside it, the one the doctor gave me. Follow-up appointment. The time, the date—everything is laid out for me in neat, orderly numbers, but inside, nothing feels neat or orderly. I want to run away from it, as though I can somehow escape this. But I know I can’t.This is real. And I don’t know what to do.What happens now? What am I supposed to do?The feeling of panic rises like a wave, threatening to drown me. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, trying to find a shred of calm. I’ve faced hard things before. This can’t be worse than any of them.But it is. It is worse. Because this is my future. This is something I can’t change, no matter how muc
I feel the world blur around me, like I’m not entirely here. The bakery is unusually quiet for this time of day, and it’s unsettling. My hands tremble as I stack the last few pastries in the display case. The air feels suffocating, like something is about to snap.The door jingles, and I look up to see Celine walking in, her long coat trailing behind her. She’s practically glowing with energy, holding up a stack of glossy cards.“Hey, Selina! I brought the invitations for the Winter Wonderland showcase,” she chirps, her smile as bright as ever.I force a weak smile and nod. “Thanks, Celine. Just put them on the counter.” My voice sounds distant, even to myself.She pauses, narrowing her eyes at me. “Okay, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I mumble, trying to wave her off. But the moment the words leave my mouth, my head spins. I grip the counter’s edge, feeling the world tilt slightly.Celine’s not buying it. She walks right up to me. “Selina, you’re not fine. You’re pale, and—
I can’t stop thinking about it. The dream. The way it felt like Sebastian was right there with me, like I could still feel his hands on my skin, his lips against mine. I try to shake it off as I walk around the bakery, arranging pastries and wiping down the counter, but every movement feels wrong. Like I’m still wrapped in that dream, like it’s not over yet.I breathe out slowly, focusing on the familiar sounds—the hum of the oven, the soft clink of the cash register, the chatter of customers. But there’s no escaping it. Every time I pass a mirror, I see my flushed cheeks. Every time I touch something, it’s like his hands are still there.My fingers tremble a little as I put a tray of croissants into the display case. Damn it, I can’t even focus.“Morning, Selina!”I turn to see Mrs. Blake, one of my regulars, smiling at me as she walks in. She’s always cheerful, always asking about the bakery and how things are going.“Good morning, Mrs. Blake,” I say. “The usual?”“You know it! And
I’m finally in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Dinner with Sebastian was… fine, I guess. Well, not really. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was awkward, and honestly, it kind of pissed me off. I kept waiting for him to say something, like really say something, but of course, he didn’t. Just that broody, unreadable face of his, like he’s a got a thousand things going on in his head but won’t let me in on even one of them. Typical.But I know better than to trust those feelings. It’s too soon to forgive him. Way too soon.And now here I am, trying to wind down, but my brain has other plans. It’s like the second I got into bed, all thoughts I’d been avoiding decided to gang up on me.Of course, the main culprit is him.I mean, the way he looked at me tonight… I don’t know. It was intense. Like he was searching for something in me, but I don’t know that. And honestly, I don’t think I want to know. Because every time I let my guard down around him, I get hurt.But then m