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“We had a great time! I love your mom. She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She’s going to give us some of your old baby clothes.”

“She still has those?” Sebastian exclaimed.

I shrugged and settled the phone between my neck and shoulder. “Apparently! She showed me some of your baby photos, too. You were a cute baby! Your bowl cut had me on the floor.”

I heard Sebastian sigh on the other line. “Okay, another rule for our kids is no home haircuts. It’ll save them a lifetime of ridicule.”

“Sounds good, Sebby,” I quipped.

“What did you call me?!”

“Your mom told me about your nickname! I can’t believe you had me thinking that your parents called toddler you Sebastian this entire time. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s embarrassing!” Sebastian hissed.

“It is not! It’s cute! Listen, I have to finish packing, but you’re still able to help me move everything into the Penthouse this weekend, right?”

“Albert and I will be there bright and early Saturday morning. Don’t you dare think about lifting a finger,” Sebastian said.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely.

“Goodnight, Becca. I love you,” Sebastian said gently.

“Goodnight, Sebby. I love you, too,” I cooed.

Sebastian huffed into the phone. “I’ll have to call my mom after this.”

Chapter 19

Sebastian

Bymid-August,Beccahadmoved most of her things into the Penthouse.

The summer was speeding by. The structure of the Dover Mall was mostly intact. They were starting roofing on Monday.

Now that construction was well underway, I could return to the office for most of the week. It was a good thing, but that meant I no longer needed to ride to work with Becca. I missed her.

Contrary to a lifetime of womanizing, I was that guy who missed his wife when he deigned to go seven hours without seeing her.

I finished up some work emails. Since the Dover Mall project went so well, I started looking into other commercial real estate properties in Dover.

Now that my schedule had finally cleared up, I had been thinking about taking Becca camping for a long weekend in Western Massachusetts.

There was a cabin that my father rented sometimes; I knew he wasn’t using it for anything this summer. It was my favorite place in Massachusetts, and I couldn’t wait to show Becca: No Wi-Fi, no emails, just miles of pristine forest, and a luxury A-frame cabin with a refurbished interior and a soft, king-sized bed. It was located on a small lake. I hoped Becca liked fishing.

When I got home from work, Becca was resting on the couch, her belly poking skyward, making her T-shirt ride up. While Becca was starting to complain that her center of gravity was off, the twins were now a distinct presence; I thought she looked adorable. She had the air conditioning on full blast. It was a sweltering, humid day.

“Hey, Becks, how are you feeling?” I asked as I set my keys on the table.

Becca grumbled in response.

“Are you still sore?” I asked. She’d started experiencing pain along her sides. Her legs were also sore.

She grumbled again, and I made my way over to the couch and sat down, letting her head rest on my lap.

“I’m sorry. Do you need anything?”

She popped her head up; her hair was now a silky waterfall, “I’d love some water,” she said. I grabbed her a glass of water and handed it to her. She sat up and placed her feet on the coffee table. She chugged the water in one gulp.

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