decisive answer.
"I still blame myself Macy, I couldn't stand the thought of my Father building a new family, of leaving my mother behind. It's not even his child that Alissa is having, why is he with her instead of my mother?" He bit his lip, unaccustomed to speaking so freely about the thoughts he carried inside of him.
"Why did you leave me, Sebastian?" I cried, "Why are you gone so much? Why didn't you come back to the hotel that night, why were you gone for my whole pregnancy?"
He stared at me, blue eyes wide, and hands balled tight in fists. Every inch of his body was strained. His lips didn't move.
"Where were you when I needed you? Why didn't you call? Why didn't you care?" Tears brimmed my eyes but I was too exhausted for them to even fall.
His arm snapped out, grabbing my hand so quickly that I flinched, though his touch was as tender and warm and gentle as ever. His fingers felt so perfectly against my own that it was as though electricity coursed through my veins.
"Macy, I care about you more than I have every cared about anything in my entire life." He whispered, "It...it is terrifying, the amount of feelings that I have for you."
"Why don't you ever show it?" I asked, desperation fizzling.
How dare he throw these feelings at me all at once, how dare he be gone for so long and then say this? Didn’t he realize how much and how long I struggled to find those feelings? How long I combated my own feelings for him?
"I tried, Macy!" He cried, jerking my attention back with the raw pain in his British voice, "I read all of these books."
He released me only long enough to grab his suit case, dumping it out. Though there were a handful of clothes, it was mostly more dog eared books on how to be a good parent and partner.
I stared at them, shaking my head.
"Books don't replace your presence, Sebastian. How will I explain to the baby why you're never around?" I said sadly, rubbing my tired, aching head with my hand, "How will I explain to her that you just go gallivanting off whenever you want to?"
He sank to his knees in front of me on the ground, his hands on my knees. He clung to me, staring up into my face.
Sebastian had always been the most stoic, cool mannered man I'd ever met...and now, as he gazed at me, I could see a storm churning in his eyes.
A bewildering typhoon of urgency and passion. It was as confusing to me as it was to him.
Inside of me, my own storm was brewing. How was I to believe the words he said? How was I to know that he wouldn't up and leave me and the child?
"The reason I went overseas so suddenly," He began, fingers tightening against the flesh of my knees, "Was to sell the overseas branch of our business."
"What?" I gasped, staring at him in confusion, "What are you talking about?"
"A buyer came up and I had to leave. It's what I've been planning since I got the news you were pregnant. It's what I've been planning since I met you." He added, breath trailing off.
His arms slid up my body to cup my cheeks as his body slid between my knees. Our chests pressed to chests, and I could feel his heart thundering.
He was nervous, he was desperate… Sebastian was in love.
Confusion swirled ever more strongly within me.
"You really sold it...?" I asked, again, "You won't have to leave again?"
"I'm never leaving your side, Macy." He said gently, "I'm never leaving you alone again, I will never let my child fall asleep at night without a kiss."
"But you never said anything, you never talked to me, and now you care so much?" I sputtered, struggling to make sense of everything, "If you thought so much of me, why didn't I hear from you?"
"I'm a coward, Macy." He finally said, tone defeated, his fingers tenderly dancing against my cheek, "I was afraid to tell you how I felt. I was afraid that you would reject me. When I saw you in that room, with Lewis, I knew I had to speak up."
"You're jealous of Lewis?" I asked, startled.
"I know you have feelings for him." Sebastian said softly,