Chapter 19 #2
“It would be worth it.” He yawns again.
“Go get into bed, Seb. I’ll be in later.”
He nods absentmindedly as he turns back toward the bedroom, before he looks over his shoulder. “I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I like you calling me Seb.”
I smile tenderly. “I know.”
“You’ve always called me Sebastian, and it used to irritate me. It was like your way of letting me know you wanted nothing to do with me. But then I liked it because you’re basically the only person who calls me by my full name all the time, so it became special to me.”
Just when I think I have this man figured out, he throws a curveball at me. “Do you want me to stop calling you Seb? Since everyone else calls you that?”
He thinks for a moment, his eyes losing focus as he stares beyond me. “No, I like it too. But don’t stop calling me Sebastian. I’d be okay if you call me baby, too. No one has ever called me that. Or Papi .”
“Your mom calls you baby in Spanish,” I remind him.
“That’s different. I am literally her baby. Besides, it’s you, so it’s very different.”
“How so?”
He looks directly at me with a look so intense it makes my breath catch in my chest, and my heart rate increases quickly. He studies me for a minute before finally speaking. “It’s different because you’re my forever.”
I’m at a loss for words as he walks out of the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind him.
Not too much later, I exit the en suite feeling relaxed and pruny.
The only light Sebastian left on is the one by my side of the bed.
I watch him as I cross the room, noting the slow way his chest rises and falls.
He’s already asleep, and I’m able to study him.
Sebastian is without a doubt the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
All put together, with his hair slicked back and his beard trimmed perfectly, he’s gorgeous.
But this Sebastian, with hair in disarray and one arm slung haphazardly over his head, he’s breathtaking.
He said he didn’t want anyone else to ever see me come, which I understand, because I never want anyone to see that either.
But this version of Sebastian is so perfect, so exquisite, that I believe I would cut someone if they experienced it. This view is just for me.
I carefully climb into bed, after turning out the light, and hope I don’t wake Sebastian up.
It’s moot, because the moment I settle my head onto the pillow, an arm clamps around my midsection, and I’m yanked into the middle of the bed, where Sebastian is the big spoon to my little spoon.
He buries his head in my hair and lets out a sigh of contentment.
I relax into his embrace, falling asleep almost instantly.
I only vaguely remember hearing him whisper, “God, how I love you.”
Unfortunately, I was right about Camila. In the middle of the night, the pitter-patter of tiny feet woke me up. I opened my eyes to find her pitiful face. “I frew up.”
“Oh, baby,” I coo, chucking the comforter as I get to my feet. The smell hits me once I’m standing beside her. “I think you need another bath.”
She sniffles as she nods. “I didn’t make it to the potty.”
I follow Camila into her room, stopping on a dime when I realize Sebastian is still in bed. She came to me.
The aroma of fresh vomit permeates the air, and I quickly open her two windows. I motion for her to go into the attached Jack-and-Jill bathroom. “Go get undressed while I strip your bed.” I don’t usually do well with vomit, but this is Camila. She needs me.
Turning on the light, I survey the damage.
Holy hell. It looks like an exorcism took place in here.
How she got the puke on the wall six feet from her bed will be something she takes to the grave, because I’m not asking for a story.
I gasp when I see her favorite unicorn plushy is soiled, knowing Camila cuddles with it every night.
Poor girl. The vomiting probably woke her up from a dead sleep.
I quickly strip the bed, wad everything into a pile, and drop it into the hallway. I hear Camila calling me, and as I step into the bathroom, she vomits again. I softly stroke her back as she gets it all out, then usher her into the shower. “Why did I frew up?”
Could it be any cuter how she pronounces that? “It’s throw up, honey. And it means there are germs in your tummy that your body wants to get out of there as quickly as it can. Your tummy will be back to normal soon.”
Her disgruntled expression makes me hide a smile. “Well, I don’t like frowing up. And I got it on my unicorn. How am I gonna sleep without her?”
Tears immediately start, and a horrifying wail leaves her mouth. A moment later, Sebastian runs into the bathroom. “What happened?”
“She threw up.” I tilt a cup I found on the shelf, onto the back of her head.
Camila quiets down as I begin to slowly shampoo her hair.
“I’ve stripped the bed, but it needs new sheets.
Also the wall across from the bed needs to be cleaned.
We need to check the carpet between the wall and bed as well. ”
“Violent puking runs in my family.” Sebastian says it so matter-of-factly that I let out a laugh. “I’m serious. I thought it was just a me thing, but she does it too. It’s like that scene from The Exorcist .”
“Daddy, I don’t like frowing up, but Isabella shampoos my hair so much better than you,” Camila says clearly, her eyes closed as my fingers massage her scalp. Sebastian lets out a laugh.
“I’ll handle the bed. You get our girl all cleaned up,” he says. When my head whips around to stare at him, he gives me a sly smirk and a wink before tapping on the door frame as he walks out.
Our girl.
Sebastian Garcia has a way of leaving me speechless.