Husband With Benefits
Chapter 443: A Father

Chapter 443: A Father

Seb gazed down at the woman nestled in his arms, her features softened by sleep. A sigh escaped him; she looked utterly exhausted. Despite the pull of desire he felt, he knew better than to act on it.

So, their marriage had yet to be consummated. A fact that both troubled him and assured him. But he knew, of course it was only matter of time when he would have her in his bed again, moaning his name in pleasure. He needed to push her, make sure that she accepted the marriage as is before they returned to the city. Or else, things would not turn out well for them. However, the need to protect her and their unborn child kept making his stumble.

Carefully, he withdrew his arm from beneath her, tucking the blanket around her form before quietly slipping out of bed. Outside, he was met with the cool wind as he fidgeted with the cigarette in his hand before throwing it out. There was no need to turn to another habit that he’d let go of.

Leaning against the balustrade, he discarded the unlit cigarette and sighed as he stared at her. Finally, he was at peace. He did not know what the future held. How he would be able to establish a normal married relationship with her. But he knew he had to. For the future of their unborn child. But he would have to be careful of his heart. He could not involve that in this equation andmake himself stumble. Now when she had proven time and againt that if he gave her an inch, she would take a mile.

With a sigh, he made a call, and smiled when he heard the cursing on the other end,"Fuk you, Seb. If this is not a life and death situation, I will kill you."

"Don’t be a grouch, Ian. It is a life and life situation. Get out of the bed if you want Isabella to get her beauty sleep."

Seb heard the rustle of the sheets on the other end and gently closed the door to his own balcony. He needed to make sure that Olvia had a restful sleep too.

Finally, Ian returned to the line with a sigh," Seb. I was expecting your call somewhere around the evening... But at least you don’t sound drunk... How are you holding up to this new situation?"

Seb frowned. Did Ian already guess something? Did he already know? No. How could that be. Even he had discovered things just early this morning and he’d made sure that no one would be suspicious... Carefully, he asked," What are you talking about?"

Ian swore again. Why had he never realized that Ian had such a foul mouth? He’d have to warn him off about improving his language if he wanted to be his kids’ godfather. Godfather. He was already thinking in such terms...

"You don’t have to prentend, Seb. We know that Olivia’s leaving would have hit you hard."

It was only then Seb realized what he was talking about. Had it only been last night when Olivia had come to bid him goodbye? While he stood still in shock, he could still hear Ian talking," I’m just glad that you don’t seem to have drowned yourself in alcohol to numb the pain. This is so much better than last time when she went away. You’d been so difficult then to handle with all the boozing and womanising."

Seb felt a pang. Or course he had been. He’d been lost when she’d left him last time. Unable to understand why the girl he loved has chosen to take the money his grandfather offered and leave him instead of fighting for their love. He’d asked her that... hoping for an answer, only to hear her indifferent reply,’ It was never love from my end, Seb. It was all you. I... liked being loved by you... but I never loved you back."

Seb straightened. Those were words that he had probably forgotten but been reminded now. He remembered now, how desperate he’d been to get rid of her memories. And she’d ruined all that hard work with a single reappearance.

Setting his heart, he cut off Ian," I was in a relationship then. This time, I don’t see why I would have to resort to such means to torture myself." he interrupted even as his own conscience mocked him for his lie. He would have been heartbroken... No. He wouldn’t think that.

"Seb... you are lying to yourself if you think that Olivia’s presence or disappearance.."

"Ian! That matter is not important."

Ian paused. What could be more important for Seb than Olvia. Had the man taken something other than alcohol to numb his pain and his brain? He started to think things that Seb had probably taken...

Meanwhile, Seb, unaware that Ian had already deemed him a ’junkie’, inhaled softly before sighing," I’m going to be a father."

Ian had just taken a sip of water when Seb dropped his bombshell. The liquid went down the wrong pipe, and Ian erupted into a fit of coughing. Wheezing and spluttering, he struggled to regain his composure as Seb’s words echoed in his mind.

Ian asked as he tried to make sense of the words after catching his breath. He’d definitely heard wrongly and it must be something to do with lobster..."You’re going to be a lobster? No that doesn’t sound right. You’re going to eat a lobster?"

"Ian Frost! Why would I call you in the middle of the night to discuss my choice of food for you! I said I am going to be a father! You’re going to be an uncle the second time around and a godfather for the first time! Is that clear enough?" Seb growled, even as his restlessness settled a bit as he spoke the words.

It felt good to share the news. And hear the wordsm even if they were being said by his own self. "I’m going to be a father." He murmured to himself happily.

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