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I nearly choked again. Not because I didn’t want that, but because the thought of her getting pregnant right now made my stomach turn inside out.
“I was also mentally ill and thought if I didn’t own you, you’d leave,” I said, too freely.
She gave a tight smile. “Yeah, well… same.”
We both laughed, but it was a little too sharp around the edges.
“The idea of being baby-trapped is kind of hot,” Mason added, more quietly.
“No, it is not.”
“…It worked for Cameron,” she said with a smirk, but something in the air ever-so-slightly shifted. It was so subtle I might’ve missed it if I didn’t know her face better than my own.
“Guess I’ll have to get you something else,” she teased, but the words landed hollow.
And I froze.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “You’re pregnant again, aren’t you?”
There was a beat of total silence as Mason’s face shifted from shock to abject horror.
“Do I look pregnant?” she challenged.
My eyes flicked to her waist. Between her dress and Rosie sprawled across her torso, it was impossible to tell. But with Rosie, she’d been so bloated and miserable she couldn’t fit into her jeans before she even got a positive test. And that wasn’t happening now. At least… I didn’t think it was.
Also, I probably shouldn’t be thinking about Mason’s body like that, considering her history with eating disorders. And, you know, because I loved her.
My mouth snapped shut before I could dig myself in deeper.
“That’s what I thought,” Mason muttered.
“Masie, wait—”
“No. I’m going to my room, by myself, so I can clean up for my girlfriend, who doesn’t randomly ask if I’m pregnant.”
She rose from the bed and pulled Rosie from my arms, and my chest ached at their absence.
“Mattie’s spending the night again?” I asked—because I was an idiot and my mouth couldn’t stay shut.
Mason paused halfway to the door. Rosie was already snuggling into her shoulder.
She didn’t turn around. Not even a glance back.
“Yes. Sophia said she could,” she said flatly.
And I knew—without her saying another word—that was Mason-speak for:Yes. And you’re not invited.
My mouth opened… and then thankfully closed again.
I watched her hips sway as she walked out, then the soft slam of the door behind her.
And all I could think about was what Mattie had said earlier. About the cult, and how she had no desire to be lumped in with them.
And somehow, that made me trust her evenless.
Chapter21
Sebastian
