I hadn’t heard from them since they told me I had to choose between family or the baby. I obviously chose the baby.
Sebastian stayed on his feet and shot daggers at me when he limped past me. I rushed the kids inside behind him, running late as usual. Stella would be here soon.
The kids adored Stella, and the feeling was mutual. She was their fun aunt who provided endless entertainment.
We ate dinner, Sebastian having three servings and not saying a word the whole time we sat at the table. Afterward, the kids asked a million questions why Sebastian was staying over before finally having their bath. I was terrible at making things up so all I told them was that he was a friend who would be sleeping on our couch.
A knock on the door made me smile, and then a key turned in the lock. Stella walked inside, greeting me with a hug.
She froze when she embraced me, and I leaned back to see what was going on. Her eyes were stuck to a spot behind me, and I released her and turned. Sebastian was standing there with a scowl on his face.
“Does she always just walk inside?” he asked, nodding at Stella.
“She’s got a key. So yes,” I answered, daring him to continue arguing with me.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes, and I ignored him. I had to get changed or I’d be late again.
“Stella, this is my new roommate, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is one of my best friends, Stella. She watches the kids for me when I have to work.”
The kids raced up to Stella to greet her like they hadn’t seen her in weeks, and I went in search of my shoes and bag.
When I came back a few minutes later, Stella was waiting for me.
“Who is Sebastian, and why is he staying with you?” she asked, arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping impatiently.
“He’s just a friend who needed a place to stay. And I’m late for work,” I said, wanting to avoid an inquisition but was also running late. “We’ll talk later, okay?”
“Fine,” she huffed.
I shot her a grateful smile and put my shoes on.
“I’m ready,” I said, walking up to Sebastian.
The kids squeezed in next to Stella, who had taken a seat on the couch.
“We’re running late,” he said. He didn’t really look put out by it, making it sound more like an observation than an accusation.
“We’re taking the bike. I’m not trying to fold myself into your car again,” Sebastian said when we were outside after I said goodbye to the kids and Stella.
“Where did the bike come from?” I asked, frowning at the shiny motorcycle sitting in my driveway behind my rusty car.
“Chains dropped it off when he picked up his bike. Now get on.”
He held out a purple helmet that I refused to take. “No way am I getting on that death trap. I have kids to live for. And maybe one day I’ll be rich enough to find out what lobster tastes like. I’m not ready to die before that happens.”
“Put on the helmet,” Sebastian instructed, not impressed.
I nearly burst out laughing at the sight of him dangling the girly helmet in front of me. I wondered where he’d gotten one in my size from this quickly. And a purple one at that. I had to admit, if I had to wear any helmet, I’d choose one just like it.
I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head. “No way.”
“I see you once again choose the hard way.”
He put the helmet on my head himself and had it strapped on before I could rip it off again. Then he picked me up and sat me on the bike. Before I could figure out how to get off again, he’d climbed on in front of me and we were taking off.
I let out a very undignified scream, and my arms instinctively wound around his middle. It automatically moved my body closer to him, and I found myself plastered to his back.
My lady bits were doing a happy dance, and my boobs tried to rub up against him like they hadn’t been let out in years. Which admittedly they hadn’t, but they should really have a bit more self-control at this stage.
