SEB
We decide to share dessert since she eats all her food. I like the way she appreciates a good taste without worrying about how many calories in it, unlike another woman who chooses green salad or quinoa over pasta just to impress a man with her body. Thank God, I never have to encounter women like them. I'm glad my woman-- yeah, my woman eats what I serve on her plate.
Lucky bastard.
"Thank you, wife. I thought you would be concerned about how many calories in the meal I served for you, and in wine. And how many hours you have to burn them."
"Jeez, YOLO. Why not appreciate good food, good wine, and a good husband." She grins at me, and then she excuses herself to refresh.
I can't help but smile and shake my head. I call the manager while she's in the ladies' room, and ask about the waiter, and he fills me up. He apologized for me in front of his manager, and I accept it since his background is quite colorful.
ABBYThirteen months later…I walk through the crowd to search for my family. Today is m
SEBAfter sending a group message to everyone that I’m going to be a dad, I get inside Abby’s room. She’s still sleeping. The doctor advised rest for the night. It’s confirmed that Abby is indeed eight weeks pregnant.
SEBJesus, please, don’t let me think that. I check her phone while she’s sleeping, but I don’t find anything, or maybe I’m just overthinking, and she’s pressured with moving in and her college. I check
SEBIt’s almost dinner when we arrive at the beach house. I show her the rest of the house, and the last one I take her to is the second-floor terrace.“Oh
ABBYI wake up earlier than usual. Seb is already in his gym. After kissing me good night last night, he didn’t bother me anymore. I still slept in his arms, though. I want to make love with him, but he still thinks that I have my period. I feel so guilty for lying and for not letting him make love to me. That was the first night that we just end up sleeping without h
ABBYThree weeks later…“So when is the big day?” Becca asks while licking her ice cream from the spoon.
SEBMom has been busy redecorating my penthouse to make very welcoming and homie for Abby. Mom called my place once Sebastian-like—masculine but luxurious. Since I’m already married, and Abby will stay with me, my penthouse should transform into a combination of Abby and me.
ABBYI feel like I’ve been in a trainwreck—every inch hurts. My right hand is heavy with something warm. I remember being rescued by cops, and I heard my husband calling me. I also remember being in the hospital, the doctors and nurses were checking me up, then they injected me something for pain, then I fall asleep.
SEB“Cops are on their way to the location,” Lincoln informs me after I tell him the address of the land title.It’s twelve miles from my house. Lincoln and I