wrapped up tight in a heated blanket or something.
He sighed in his sleep, nuzzling his face into the nape of my neck.
I glanced around the room, admiring the way the sun spilled over the carpet. It made the yellow linen of Lydia's basinet look like it was spun of gold straw.
Had the little infant really slept all through the night? That'd never happened before.
Worriedly, I opened my eyes, peeling myself away from Sebastian's embrace as I slid stealthily out of the bed, padding across the floor to peer in on her.
She cooed softly, eyes that were already open turning to gaze up at me as her pink lips twitched into a wide smile.
With a giggle, I lifted her into my arms, kissing her nose and plodding back to the bed.
Sebastian had opened his eyes now, roused by my departure, outstretching his arms to take both of us in his hold. I slid easily against his body, Lydia laying between us as her little legs kicked and her hands reached up towards our faces.
"My girls..." The British billionaire hummed, kissing Lydia's clenching fingers before turning his handsome face to me.
In the light of the morning, his dark hair was illuminated with deep red streaks. He leaned forward, cupping my chin and drawing me close.
His warm breath lit on my lips before his mouth reached mine, his gentle kiss the only way to wake up in the morning. Better than the boldest of coffees or the sweetest of pastries. His kiss was all that I wanted.
It was all that I needed.
He parted from me much sooner than I would have liked, my lips left feeling empty and cold where his kiss once was.
As I pouted, he chuckled, tenderly tucking mussed hair behind my ear.
"I've been thinking about today." He said softly, his hand smoothing over my shoulder to rest against my ribcage, "About our meeting with Lewis."
I bit my lip, looking away.
Guilt still panged in my heart. I didn't want to think about that right now. Everything seemed so calm and peaceful in this room, as though the outside world didn't exist.
"Love," He said gently, "We need to face this. We need to deal with this. For no other reason than to show him that we won’t back down. Do you want to lose the bakery?"
"I know, and you know I never want to give it up." I sighed regretfully, laying my palm against his cheek. The normally smooth flesh of his tan skin was prickly. He needed to shave. I could see the dark stubble on his chin.
Though, to be honest, it made him look even more rugged if that was possible.
"I think you should meet with him. Alone." Sebastian Davis frowned at me, searching my eyes for any slight reaction. He'd never make me go through with it if I was uncomfortable after all.
"Why?" I asked returning his grimace, "Why do I need to meet him by myself?"
"I'll be nearby, of course." Sebastian responded quickly, "But, due to the circumstances of this threat, I think he may be seeking your attention."
"My attention? He threatened you. He's threatening to ruin everything you have." I scoffed, drawing back from him as I sat up on the bed.
I pulled the blanket up slightly to wrap around myself, "Won't my meeting with him alone like that be rewarding bad behavior or something?"
My husband shook his head, his large palm dancing over the small hands of our child.
"No," He began slowly, trying to piece together his thoughts, "Not rewarding, but perhaps indulging...a bit."
"And why are we indulging Lewis?" I glowered, crossing my arms.
"I just think, what he really wants is to talk with you. I think he wants to be heard." Sebastian replied, tiling his head back so his blue eyes met my own, "Harry said it himself, this doesn't seem like a stunt Lewis would pull. It reminds me of a wounded animal, lashing out just to hurt."
I frowned down at the blanket, mulling silently. I wasn't sure I really wanted to meet with Lewis. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in the same room with him.
After all, I was so angry with him, with his behavior, with his unrelenting affection, with the
He sighed in his sleep, nuzzling his face into the nape of my neck.
I glanced around the room, admiring the way the sun spilled over the carpet. It made the yellow linen of Lydia's basinet look like it was spun of gold straw.
Had the little infant really slept all through the night? That'd never happened before.
Worriedly, I opened my eyes, peeling myself away from Sebastian's embrace as I slid stealthily out of the bed, padding across the floor to peer in on her.
She cooed softly, eyes that were already open turning to gaze up at me as her pink lips twitched into a wide smile.
With a giggle, I lifted her into my arms, kissing her nose and plodding back to the bed.
Sebastian had opened his eyes now, roused by my departure, outstretching his arms to take both of us in his hold. I slid easily against his body, Lydia laying between us as her little legs kicked and her hands reached up towards our faces.
"My girls..." The British billionaire hummed, kissing Lydia's clenching fingers before turning his handsome face to me.
In the light of the morning, his dark hair was illuminated with deep red streaks. He leaned forward, cupping my chin and drawing me close.
His warm breath lit on my lips before his mouth reached mine, his gentle kiss the only way to wake up in the morning. Better than the boldest of coffees or the sweetest of pastries. His kiss was all that I wanted.
It was all that I needed.
He parted from me much sooner than I would have liked, my lips left feeling empty and cold where his kiss once was.
As I pouted, he chuckled, tenderly tucking mussed hair behind my ear.
"I've been thinking about today." He said softly, his hand smoothing over my shoulder to rest against my ribcage, "About our meeting with Lewis."
I bit my lip, looking away.
Guilt still panged in my heart. I didn't want to think about that right now. Everything seemed so calm and peaceful in this room, as though the outside world didn't exist.
"Love," He said gently, "We need to face this. We need to deal with this. For no other reason than to show him that we won’t back down. Do you want to lose the bakery?"
"I know, and you know I never want to give it up." I sighed regretfully, laying my palm against his cheek. The normally smooth flesh of his tan skin was prickly. He needed to shave. I could see the dark stubble on his chin.
Though, to be honest, it made him look even more rugged if that was possible.
"I think you should meet with him. Alone." Sebastian Davis frowned at me, searching my eyes for any slight reaction. He'd never make me go through with it if I was uncomfortable after all.
"Why?" I asked returning his grimace, "Why do I need to meet him by myself?"
"I'll be nearby, of course." Sebastian responded quickly, "But, due to the circumstances of this threat, I think he may be seeking your attention."
"My attention? He threatened you. He's threatening to ruin everything you have." I scoffed, drawing back from him as I sat up on the bed.
I pulled the blanket up slightly to wrap around myself, "Won't my meeting with him alone like that be rewarding bad behavior or something?"
My husband shook his head, his large palm dancing over the small hands of our child.
"No," He began slowly, trying to piece together his thoughts, "Not rewarding, but perhaps indulging...a bit."
"And why are we indulging Lewis?" I glowered, crossing my arms.
"I just think, what he really wants is to talk with you. I think he wants to be heard." Sebastian replied, tiling his head back so his blue eyes met my own, "Harry said it himself, this doesn't seem like a stunt Lewis would pull. It reminds me of a wounded animal, lashing out just to hurt."
I frowned down at the blanket, mulling silently. I wasn't sure I really wanted to meet with Lewis. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in the same room with him.
After all, I was so angry with him, with his behavior, with his unrelenting affection, with the
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