Sebastian and I were eating. He had a worried look on his face while stuffing some bread into his mouth.
"What's wrong?" I finally asked.
"Um... I was thinking... Can we have sex?" He asked.
"No." I hissed.
"But you had sex with Hunter!" Why not with me?!" Sebastian pouted.
"Because I have a fucking baby in my God damn stomach, Sebastian. Now leave me the hell alone and eat." I snarled.
"Jesus Christ! Fine!" He cried.
Sebastian ran towards the corner of the room. I sighed.
"Look, I don't think it's healthy having so much sex while being pregnant. I mean... What if the baby comes of deformed?!" I gasped.
Sebastian stood up and pushed me against the wall. "But I can't stand it anymore, baby... I want to be inside you. I get hard just thinking about touching you..." He moaned.
"What the hell?!" I yelled. Sebastian bit my collor-bone. "No! We are not doing anything tonight!"
He jumped off.
"Fine," Sebastian sighed. He traveled around the house and finally sat down. "So, what are we naming the baby? Sebastian J.R?"
"No," I laughed. "What about... Jesaray?"
"What kind fuck name is Jesaray?" Sebastian hissed. "Sounds like a black name."
"You're racist! And I think it's a beautiful name..." I frowned.
"Whatever. Let's just please not name our daughter and or son Jesaray." Sebastian stood up.
He opened up one of the cabinets and took out two cups and a bottle.
"What's that? Wine? I can't have wine. It's bad for the-"
"It's not wine." Sebastian interupted. "It's- umm... grape juice."
"Oh, okay." I smiled,
Sebastian served us some and handed one of the cups to me.
"To us! And the beautiful baby in your stomach." We clinked our cups and drank up.