“And the second rule?”
“We might have come here as two people, but we won’t be leaving without a third.”
My mind blanks as I try to figure out what he means. Then it dawns on me. “So this is really baby-making island?”
“Yep. You’re going to be naked and full of my cum all day, every day, until I put my baby in you.”
“We only have a month, and it could take months or longer for me to get pregnant.”
His tongue dips out, and he licks his lips, his eyes cautious. “I had Dr. Harris give us both fertility drugs,” he confesses.
“What? When?”
“Before the trunk.”
“How?”
“I drugged you.”
Closing my eyes, I suck in a deep breath.
“I won’t do it again. I’ll never do it again.” His skin has paled, and for the first time since I met Sebastian, he looks genuinely remorseful.
“Are you…are you actually sorry?” I question, my brow furrowed in confusion.
“More sorry than you’ll ever know,” he says, dropping to his knees in the sand and burying his face against my stomach. “I could have lost you, Starling.”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, the way I’ve been assuring him since I woke up in the hospital.
“My world starts and stops with you, Little Bird. If anything had happened to you, I’d stop existing.”
Exhaling, I lower myself to my knees, cupping his cheeks and forcing his anguished eyes upward. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he says.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re fine,” he repeats.
“I’m not okay with you drugging me to get your own way.”
“Your body is mine,” he says, a hint of a smile curling at the corners of his lips.
“But my autonomy isn’t.”
“I swear, on our babies’ lives, that I will never do it again,” he promises, the first solemn promise he’s ever made to me that wasn’t about his love for me or never allowing me to leave him.
“If I tell you I’m too mad at you to stay here with you, will you let me leave?” I ask.
“No,” he says honestly.
I smile again. “It’s a really good thing I love your psycho.”
“I’m a very, very lucky man.”
“Yes, you are. Now let’s go make a baby.”
EPILOGUE
