SEB
Abby looks at me with her big eyes, then shakes her head.
I smile. “I hugged her, and she laughed at me. I walked out of that room, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and the first words that came out of my mouth to Lincoln were Abby’s pregnant. We hugged and laughed like some stupid. He even downloaded an app for me, see?” I show her my app on my phone. She takes it from me and checks it out.
“We’re gonna be parents, Abbygail, and you’re not alone with this. I’m here for you. We did this together, and we would do this together till the end.”
She sighs.
“What’s that for?” I ask her.
“I’m not forcing you to take responsibility.”
I chuckle. “Responsibility, my ass. My baby, my responsibility. My wife is my responsibility. Congratulations, Abbygail, and to me.”
I kiss her lips and bit her lower lip as her punishment. She moans. When I release her lip, she touches it and scowls.
“That’s for not telling me and thinking that I don’t like the idea of you being pregnant, and hh, you’d be pregnant again.”
She smiles, then she scowls again. “I’m not just gonna pop out babies, Sebastian.”
I tap her nose. “We’ll see about that if you won’t let me fuck you and if you can stand being celibate. Not a problem for me. I have hands and stocks of shower gels.”
She looks pissed. “You’re being unfair.”
I laugh. “See? Horny Abby just wants my cock and doesn’t like getting pregnant.”
She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t say I don’t wanna get pregnant again. Just not every year.” I kiss her lips like I first kiss her and press her against the door of our penthouse. She moans, and she must have remembered it.
“That’s for getting pregnant.”
She laughs. “Oh, Yeah? If I didn’t warn you that I’m going to a bar and pick up some hot dude to fuck me in the alley, you would never kiss me.”
I take a huge breath. “You have no idea that I’ve been fantasizing about you every second of every day. I jerked off every night in my bed, imagining your mouth in my cock.”
Her mouth gapes open. Her eyes are wide before she laughs out loud. She doesn’t even care that she’s in the hospital bed.
“You don’t have any idea how much I wanted to kiss these lips the moment I saw you.” I run my fingers on her legs. “You’ve no idea how many times I imagined these legs wrapping around my waist while I’m buried deep inside you.” I cup her tits. “I imagined these two, and those little pink buds in my mouth, between my teeth.”
I point at her ass. “That one, I think of spanking them until red and raw while taking you from behind if you ever defy our promises again, Abbygail.”
I cup her face. “I don’t wanna just fuck you once because the moment I first saw you, I knew deep down and in my heart that you’re already mine. If I ever kissed you that day, I knew for sure that I would kiss you again, and once I put my hands on you, I would put my hands on you again. I felt the connection between us the moment our eyes met.
“It was overwhelming, and that freaked me out because I’ve never felt anything like that before to anyone in my life. I love you, Abbygail. I knew you’d be my life partner the moment we met. Fate brought us together. Your mother brought us together. You’re my soulmate, Abbygail. You’re the only one for me.” I kiss her forehead.
“Congratulations!” Trixie’s voice startles us. She walks in with her flowers, balloons, and teddy fucking bear. She hugs and kisses Abby. When I think she’s alone, the door flies again. Rebecca, Patrick, Mason, Logan, My parents, Abby’s dad, Aunt Brenda, and Uncle Peter enter.
“Wow! Good to see you all guys again.” I snort.
“Oh, shut up, son. It’s our dream come true, and you’re not our star anymore. Darling, we’re gonna be grandparents,” My mom sings, ignoring me.
I roll my eyes.
“Oh, my god, Macky. I’m gonna be a godmother!” Rebecca is jumping up and down.
“I want a girl. I’ll paint her fingernails and toenails and braid her hair. Yay!” Trix giggles with Rebecca.
I just shake my head, and I can’t believe they’re more excited than me. Okay, I’m excited, but it cools down a little bit. Everyone hugs and congratulate me after Abby. I guess that’s the perk of being pregnant. I’m just the second rate. Jesus, am I jealous of attention? That’s my baby and my wife, after all. I grin. I guess I’m not dreaming, and I’m going to be a dad.
“Sweetheart, you left your Vitamins on your nightstand. Here, I bring them to you.” Mike gives Abby two bottles of vitamins.
“Mike, you knew that Abby’s pregnant, and I didn’t know about it? You didn’t even try telling me?”
He shrugs. “Being surprised is a hell of a lot of fun. You’re gonna be a dad, son. Congratulations!”
He hugs me. “I guess Catie was right after all.”
I smile. “And you’re getting old, grandpa.”
“What about mom?” We both look at Abby.
“Oh, pumpkin. Your mom just played matchmaker. She was planning on setting up both of you on a date. She said she could see both of you getting married one day, having babies, and things like that.”
Abby smiles and shakes her head.
“If you’re having a boy, Sebby. You’ll name him after me.” Patrick wiggles his eyebrows.
I snort.
“Over my dead fucking body, Patty. I won’t name my son after an asshole. I’m the father, so he would definitely be IV.” I glare at Patrick.
“Watch your language, Sebastian. You don’t wanna teach your son with cuss, do you?” Abby looks irritated.
“Oops, sorry.” I give her a guilty look.
“Well, I have another room to redecorate.” Mom claps her hands together. Trixie’s eyes glimmer. “ And I have shopping to do.” She giggles with Rebecca.
“And what about me?” My wife asks.
“Oh, just sit pretty and eat ice cream. Ice cream, huh?” Rebecca asks.
Abby just shrugs. “I’m hungry. I want ice cream.” Everyone looks at me.
“What?” I’m confused.
“Christ, Seb. When it comes to Abby, you’re turning into a blockhead.” Lincoln looked amused.
“Getting you ice cream, wife.” I kiss her forehead and leave.
“Seb? Stay here, man. We’re just teasing you. I’m going to buy some ice cream for all of us since Abby girl can’t drink champagne for a toast. Logan coming or not?” Mason saves my ass. Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? I have men at my disposal. I mean, great friends.
***
Everyone got their ice cream. Dad raises his cone. “For Abby and Seb and baby King-Hughes.”
Everyone toasts, and I sit in Abby’s bed.
“I have one last wish, baby.”
She looks at me. “What is it?”
“We’ll name it after your mom if it’s a girl.”
She smiles and nods. “And if it’s a boy, we’ll name it after my husband?” she asks shyly.
I kiss her lips.
“Catherine Elizabeth Hughes,” she says.
“Sebastian Christopher Hughes IV,” I murmur.
“So many Sebastian in the family.” We laugh out loud, causing everyone to stop and look at us.