Lahat ng Kabanata ng Frosted with Love: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I wake up at exactly 2:13 a.m. with an undeniable, all-consuming craving for something crispy and sweet. I need chicken nuggets. Drenched in honey.I groan and turn over in bed, reaching for Sebastian. He’s lying on his stomach, one arm under his pillow, the other stretched toward me. He looks peaceful. Too peaceful.I poke his shoulder. Nothing.I poke again, harder. “Sebastian.”Still nothing.I nudge his side with my knee. “Sebastian.”He groans into the pillow. “Mmmph.”“I need something.”“Need sleep,” he mumbles.I roll my eyes. “I have a craving.”At that, he cracks one eye open, peering at me like I just said the most dangerous words in existence. He sighs dramatically and turn onto his back. “Okay. How bad?”“Life or death.”He rubs his face. “Okay, tell me what you want, and let’s pray it’s something we actually have.”I hesitate. “Chicken nuggets.”Sebastian perks up. “Alright. That’s normal.”“With honey.”His whole body tenses. “Wait. What?”“Honey. Just… drown them in ho

It’s just another day. The bakery is busier than usual, and I can barely keep up. Between rolling out dough, greeting customers, and making sure orders are correct, I feel like I haven’t taken a real breath all morning. But I don’t have time to slow down.Celine notices, of course. She always does. And she is here every day. She said she just wants to be here for me throughout my pregnancy as my best friend.“You need to sit down,” she mutters, sliding a fresh batch of cupcakes onto the cooling rack.“I’m fine.” I wave her off, kneading dough with a little too much force.“You’re not fine. You’re sweating and you look exhausted.”“Thanks for that.”She rolls her eyes. “Selina.”“I’m fine,” I repeat. Because if I stop, if I sit down, I’ll have time to think. And I don’t want that.A customer approaches, a middle-aged woman who’s been coming here since my mom ran the place. "Selina, dear, are you gaining weight? You’ve always been so slim!”I freeze for a half second before forcing a sm

Sebastian’s POVThe moment we step out of the clinic, Selina lets out a long breath, looking up to the sky. Snowflakes drift lazily around us, catching in her dark hair, and damn—she looks so beautiful it actually hurts a little.I can still hear the heartbeat.Strong. Steady. Ours.I exhale and wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me. “You okay?”She nods. “Yeah. I think I’m still processing.”“Same.” I shake my head, trying to clear the haze of emotions. “I mean… that was our baby, Selina.”She laughs, tilting her head to look at me. “I was there, you know.”“Doesn’t feel real, though.” I glance at her stomach, the thought settling deeper in my chest. “But it is. The heartbeat was—”“Strong.” She finishes for me, eyes shining.I nod, my throat feeling tight. “Yeah.”For a second, we just stand there. Snow falls around us, people pass by, but we’re in our own little world.The, she nudges me. “Come on, Mr. Frost. Let’s go home.”I smirk. “You mean your bakery?”She grins. “Same t

Sebastian’s POVMorning comes too fast.I barely slept last night, running through every possible way this could go. I know Selina. I know how her mind works—how she overthinks, how she convinces herself of the worst before she even hears the truth. And after what happened yesterday, I can’t let her sit with those thoughts any longer.She thinks I’m hiding something terrible.And in a way, I have been. But not in the way she thinks.Today, that ends.I stand by the passenger side of my car, watching the bakery’s entrance. Selina steps out, her coat wrapped tightly around her. Her eyes flick to me, hesitant, like she’s still debating whether to come with me at all.Last night, she barely spoke to me. After a few short replies, she headed to bed early, leaving me alone in the silence of her house. I ended up sleeping on the couch, knowing she needed space. This morning, when I woke up, she was already gone. She hadn’t woke me or left a note—just slipped out early, straight to the bakery

I wake up to the sound of light rain tapping against the window. Soft. Rhythmic. Almost like a lullaby trying to pull me back into sleep.But my mind is already awake.I blink up at the ceiling, tracing the tiny cracks I used to stare at as a kid. It’s funny how they’re still there—like the house itself is frozen in time, waiting for me to come back.Warmth radiates beside me.Sebastian.He’s lying on his side, still asleep, one arm draped lazily across my waist. His breathing is steady, his face relaxed in a way I don’t get to see often. The usual sharpness in his features is softer now, like sleep has peeled away all his defenses.I smile a little, shifting just enough to watch him. My future is right here, wrapped around me like he belongs. And yet, the past lingers all around us in the walls that still clings to this house.My old home. My mother’s home.A place filled with memories that I don’t know how to let go of.Sebastian stirs, his fingers twitching against my waist before