Page 168 of Please Open Me
I blinked at him.
“Seriously?”
Sebastian gave me a sheepish half-smile, the kind that would’ve been a hell of a lot more charming if I wasn’t sitting on top of him with his hands still warm on my stomach.
“Will you bemadif I’m serious?”
“Sebastian,” I rubbed my temple and groaned. “I’ve forgiven you for killing someone."
“You forgive me?” He pulled me closer.
“Yes, I forgive you.” No part of me knewwhyhe did it, or who he killed. But, I assumed that was for the best.
It didn’t seem like a fucked up game to him, like it did with Sophia. So, all I could do was completely, and recklessly trust Sebastian, and that’s what I did.
“Does that mean I’m gonna get a baby for my birthday?”
I stared at him, and after so long of hiding it, and faking a negative pregnancy test, I expected him to be mad at me. But, fuck it.
“No, you’re not getting a baby,” I said flatly.
And his face fell. “Mason, please don’t lie–”
“You’re gettingtwobabies,” I held up a v of fingers, and for the first time since Leona and I found out, I smiled about the news.
His eyes widened into a look of pure, unadulterated,oh shit.
“Two?” He mirrored my gesture.
And I nodded. “Two, fraternal twins.”
Well, we didn’t know that for sure. The doctor said they were di-di twins, and more than likely fraternal, and I was going with it.
He blinked. “Like,doublebaby?”
“Like… two diapers at once. Two tiny mouths to feed. Two ofyou.” My eyes started burning in the best way possible.
He dropped his head back against the couch like the weight of it all finally caught him.
Then he laughed. Loud and a little breathless. “Oh my God, I’ll be twenty-four with five kids.”
His smile remained as he looked up at the ceiling, and I thought he just needed a beat to process that he’d officially become the sibling with all the fucking kids, the he looked back down.
“I’m going to have to get you pregnant,again,” he said, completely serious.
“I–” I pulled back. “What?”
“We have to have them in even numbers, that way they all have built in best friends.”
My jaw dropped. “You haven’t even met these two and you’re planning the next set?”
“No, not the nextset.” He tapped my nose, words slurred ever so slightly. “You either have to haveonebaby, or triplets. Or it defeats the purpose.”
I let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, but he looked at me like I was already half-way to round three of pregnant. My stomach twisted.
“You’re serious,” I said.
Sebastian’s hands slid from my hips to my thighs, dragging slow and firm.
