Page 106 of Finally Forever
“Why are you frowning?” He caresses my cheek.
“Should we wait to get married until after the baby is born? Is that bad luck? Should we be married first? I always imagined myself married before having a baby.”
“That’s a lot of questions.”
I meet his gaze. “We need to figure out the answers.”
“We have time.”
“Before I’m fat.”
He grins. “Are you worried about how you’ll look in a dress with a belly?”
“Yes!” Doesn’t he understand the importance of this?
“I will think you’re beautiful, no matter what you wear or how pregnant you are. You will be a vision in my eyes. Always.”
That doesn’t help. “We need to talk this out. We need a plan.”
“How about we dry off first and brush your hair before it knots?”
I nod and take the soft towel he hands me. He dries off and wraps his around his waist, while I dry my body and stare at my stomach, trying to imagine it big and round. My lip curls, and I push the thought from my mind.
“That will not be attractive.”
“What won’t?”
Sebastian towel dries my hair.
“Me fat in a wedding dress or naked. I’ll be huge,” I squeak.
“Hey.” Sebastian sets the towel on the counter and cups my cheeks. “Look at me.”
I meet his gaze. “You will have our baby in you. You will be the most beautiful. I will want you in all ways, although I figure at some point, we’ll have to get creative sexually. Try some new positions. I’m looking forward to that part.”
His smirk says he’s one hundred percent serious. I love him for it and how sweet he’s being about it all. Tears fill my eyes.
“What’s happening? What’s wrong now?”
I throw myself at him. “I don’t know why I keep crying. I just do, and I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re back.”
“I am, and I’m not going anywhere.” He holds me tight.
The phone in the other room rings.
Sebastian releases me.
“Expecting a call?”
“No.” His brows pull together. “Stay here. Brush your hair. I’ll bring you clothes.”
“Why do you seem worried?”
“I’m not.” He stops at the bathroom door. “I’m confused and always paranoid. You know that.”
I nod and grab the brush, a sense of panic rising in me. I rip through my hair, tearing at the tangles and slip into the hotel robe.
When I exit the door, Sebastian sits on the bed in his towel. His head hangs down, his cell phone in his hand. I thought the hotel phone rang.
