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Epilogue - Sebastien
“Sebastien Quantum, shoo!” Emily teased as I stood behind Delilah, massaging her shoulders, her legs elevated under pillows on the sofa. She placed one hand on her seven-month belly and held out the other to receive the glass of juice Emily had brought for her. “We’re here so you can stop driving your wife crazy.”
“Sweetheart, I’m not driving you crazy, am I?” I leaned over and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Baby, you know I love you, but yes you are,” Delilah smiled sweetly.
Lucy walked into the room. “Uncle Seb, you’re here again?” Lucy asked dramatically. “Aunty Delilah needs some breathing room.”
Emily and Delilah giggled, and Lucy tried to push me to the backyard from behind.
“How much money did your father give you to come get me?” I asked.
“Ten bucks,” she said as she stepped in front of me.
“If I give you fifteen, will you give me two more minutes?” I begged.
“Make it twenty and it’s a deal.” Lucy stretched her hands for the money.
I patted my pockets and grinned. “I don’t have my wallet on me.”
“Late payment means the price just went up to twenty-five bucks.”
Delilah laughed, “The lady drives a hard bargain.”
Lucy grinned at her. “I’m a Quantum; it's what I do.” Then she looked at me seriously. “Your two minutes starts now.” Lucy skipped off.
Emily looked at Delilah and me. “Are both of you ready for that?”
“I’d be ready for twenty of those if Delilah lets me.”
Delilah looked up at me, “Let’s finish with this one first and then we’ll think about chatting about others.”
Delilah held my hand, “But, Seb, I’ll be okay. I promise, if I need you, I’ll call.”
I leaned over and kissed Delilah and she kissed me back. When I raised my head Lucy was standing there with her arms folded. “Let’s go, Uncle Seb.”
“Fine.”
Lucy grabbed my hand, and I allowed her to drag me to the backyard. We would’ve had a barbecue, but the smell of it made Delilah nauseous, so instead we ordered pizza, lots of it.
“Ah, there he is, the runaway husband,” Leo teased.
I sank into one of the patio chairs and Lucy skipped back out to the gazebo where Kristi was playing with Lillian.
“Ha ha ha,” I wanted to be annoyed, but I smiled anyway. “I’m just worried.”
Dean spoke, “Seb, you more than worry. If you could put her in a bubble and leave her there until the baby is born, you would.”
“After that scare a few months ago…” I inhaled deeply. “I don’t know what we would’ve done if we lost the baby.”
When Delilah was two months pregnant, she had been driving to one of the clubs for the last assessment from theday. She was on her feet the entire time. Without Hawthorne and having to look over her shoulder, she loved the freedom of driving around without having to call Rex. But while driving there she had gotten bad cramps and pulled over to the side of the road. Her phone had died, and she didn’t know until she tried to call me. She was able to get out of the car, and a good Samaritan had picked her up before she passed out. Delilah’s car has a tracker on it, and when I received a call saying she hadn’t arrived at the club, I tracked the car, but when I arrived and she wasn’t there, I thought that Hawthorne had somehow gotten hold of her, and I panicked.
I called my brothers and after calling around we found her at the hospital. The doctor said that if she'd waited any longer to get to the hospital, we would’ve lost the baby. Luckily, since then she’s been home, but I had to admit that there had been no more incidents or bleeding, and we hadn't had sex since then, although the doctor said it was okay.
“Seb, it’s okay to worry, but don’t you think that you hovering over her is stressing her out? I mean, she had to call us to rescue her today,” Vincent stated.
“And still he finds a way to always sneak inside to see her.” Axel shook his head. “Pussy whipped.”