Semua Bab Frosted with Love: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sebastian’s POVI’ve lost count of how many times I’ve parked outside Selina’s house these past few days. I tell myself I’m just checking in, making sure she’s okay. But the truth? I don’t know how to stay away.She hasn’t replied to my texts. Not a single one.I lean back in my seat, exhaling as I glance at her living room window. She’s home. But is she okay?I should go knock. Ask her. Make sure.But I didn’t do it. Maybe she really doesn’t want to see me. Is it in my car, watching from a distance, waiting for something that tells me she’s fine.Then, on the fourth day, it happens.Selina steps outside.I sit up straighter. She doesn’t take her car, which is weird. She walks to the curb and stands there, rubbing her arms against the cold. A few minutes later, a taxi pulls up, and she gets in.Something isn’t right.I start my car and follow.It’s not hard to keep up, but my grip tightens on the steering wheel when I realize where she’s going. That clinic. The same one I saw her ente

The next morning, I wake up to warmth. Sebastian’s arm are wrapped around me, his breathing tickling the back of my neck. Oh, how I miss this.I smile. I move a little, and Sebastian grumbles, pulling me back to him.“Stay,” he mumbles, voice rough from sleep.I laugh softly. “I have to pee.”He groans dramatically but lets go. “Fine. But hurry back.”I roll my eyes and get up, stretching. The second I step into the bathroom and see my reflection, reality sinks in again. I’m pregnant. I stare at my stomach. It still looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same. There’s something different. Something real.I press my hand against it, whispering. “Hey, little one. I hope you like him… because your dad is crazy.”“Talking to the baby already?”I yelp, turning to see Sebastian leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking.“Privacy?” I say.“I don’t believe in it,” he says, stepping closer. “Especially, not with you.”I shake my head. He cups my face and kisses me—soft and slow.“

I’m at the bakery again, feeling surprisingly good despite the busy day. I step out of the bakery stretching my arms over my head. It’s been a long day—good, but long. Customers came and went, congratulating me, and I must have received at least a dozen “You’re glowing!” comments. Which, sure, I appreciate, but I feel more exhausted than glowing.As I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, I hear a familiar voice.“Well, well, if it isn’t the busiest woman in Snowfall Valley.”I turn, and there he is. Victor. Standing by the lamppost, hands in his pocket, wearing a dark coat over a sweater.“Victor,” I say, surprised but not upset. “What are you doing here?”He shrugs, stepping closer, his brown eyes warm but cautious. “I was just passing by and figured, why not stop by? You look… happy, Selina.”I smile, because I am. “I am.”His eyes flicker. “So, it’s true, then?”I nod, pressing a hand to my belly. “Yeah. It’s true.”Victor lets out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “Wow. I

It’s early morning as Sebastian and I walk towards the hot spring. It smells like earth and minerals, and honestly, I’m just excited to relax for once. No baking, no stress—just us.Sebastian glances at me as we reach the wooden deck leading to the springs. “Last chance to back out.”I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. I need this.”He chuckles and pulls his shirt over his head. And yeah, okay, I stare for a second. Can you blame me? The man looks like he was sculpted by the Gods.“Like what you see?” he teases, smirking.I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself.” But my face is already burning, and it’s not from the steam.We step into the water, and the heat instantly soothes my sore body. “This is heaven,” I mumble, sinking deeper.Sebastian stretches his arms along the edge, watching me. “You’re really bad at relaxing, you know that?”“Excuse me? I am very good at relaxing.”“You woke up at six, even though no one asked you to. That’s called not knowing how to relax.”I flick water at him, and h

Sebastian’s POVSelina Everhart just asked me to move in with her.Me.Live with her. In her house. Permanently.I can still hear her voice in my head—soft but certain. You could stay at my place. With me.I almost laughed because, let’s be real, I’ve basically been living there anyway. My toothbrush is in her bathroom. My clothes somehow find their way into her drawers. And let’s not even talk about my hoodies—because at this point, they belong to her.But the fact that she asked me? That she wants me there?Yeah. That does something to me.I glance at her now—curled up on the couch, sipping her tea, completely unaware that she just made my entire night.I want to tell her right then and there how much this means to me. That no one’s ever made me feel as wanted as she does. But I don’t. Instead, I just sit next to her, letting my fingers trail along the back of her hand, memorizing the feeling of having her so close.I could stay like this forever.But I have plans too.Big ones.Bec