the little bastard, but he got away. Isn’t that why you were screaming?”
“Umm, noooo,” I say, my eyes going wide as I try to tell her to get the hell out without having to actually voice the words.
She arches a perfectly sculpted brow, then her gaze drifts over to Sebastian and down his torso to his still-hard dick. He seems to snap out of his trance, and his hands drop to cover his junk.
“Sooo, no mouse then,” Len says, smirking.
“No, Lennon. No mouse,” I grumble, throwing myself back on my pillow and staring up at the ceiling.
My roomie chuckles. “I might have to pop this little mental image in my jill till...”
I sit up and glower at her. “You will not. Now get out, you bat-wielding psycho.”
Her laughter can be heard long after she exits my room, closing the door behind her.
“Jill till?” Sebastian eventually asks.
Sweet baby Jesus, why do you keep letting this stuff happen to me?
Over the past few weeks since the wedding, I’ve learned that Emory and her roommates are complete and utter winos and a little bit crazy.
Thankfully, there haven’t been any more incidents that involve baseball bats, but the night Lennon actually did catch that mouse was not pretty. That woman has balls bigger than mine; she literally crushed the little sucker to death with a Doc Marten. She’s straight-up hardcore in my book.
Em was so distraught she burst into tears. And not just the oh-it’s-so-sad-the-little-mouse-is-dead variety of tears. No, she was such a mess you’d have thought that mouse was Em’s soulmate and Lennon was a Deathly Hallow that had devoured it. She wrapped it up in a tissue and made me take her to my place so she could give it a proper burial.
That little Harry Potter reference is thanks to Em making me watch every one of the movies with her over the past few days. We watched the final two last night, and she cried through those too. It’s weird because I never would have pegged her as a crier.
And with that thought, I bolt upright in bed, startling her awake beside me.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice thick with sleep as she rubs at her eyes.
I must look as flustered as I feel because she hurries to sit too, placing her hand on my thigh as concern blankets her features. “Bash?” she asks. “What happened?”
She’s only just started calling me Bash, and as much as I fucking love it, I can’t focus on it right now. Swallowing thickly, I run the numbers over in my head then ask, “Babe, weren’t you supposed to get your period, like, a week ago?”
“What?” she squeaks.
“We’ve been fucking like bunnies since the wedding,” I explain, running a hand through my hair. “That was just over a month ago, and you were on the rag the week before that...”
Emory blinks rapidly as the color drains from her cheeks. “I-I, umm…” she mumbles, her face scrunching and her blue eyes glassing over.
Oh my freaking god. I’m pregnant.
Me, the perpetual hot mess who can’t arrive anywhere on time to save myself, is about to become responsible for another life.
Sebastian sits on my bathroom floor, his big, strong arm holding me close to his side as we stare down at the deceivingly insignificant-looking stick that declares we’re going to be parents.
“I guess we know why I demanded a funeral service for a mouse now,” I mumble.
He presses his lips to the top of my head and chuckles. “I can’t believe I didn’t put two and two together then.”
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I know we’re nowhere near ready for this. We only just started dating; what if we don’t like each other a year from now? What if I’m a terrible mother? I’m flat out behaving like a grown-up as it is. How am I supposed to be a role model for another human being?” My mind fills with all the things that can and probably will go wrong.
“Hey, stop that,” Sebastian says, dragging me over his lap until I’m straddling him. He cups my cheeks and stares into my eyes. “We’ve got this. I’ve spent the last five years of my life as a live-in manny. That makes me more than qualified, and I’ll be there with you every step of the way. You hear me?”
My throat thickens with emotion and tears prick my eyes again. I’m too overwhelmed to speak, so I just nod then press my forehead to his.
FIVE MONTHS LATER…
“Yo,” Lennon calls as she enters