Begging For The Alpha's Mercy

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Zendea's P.O.V

Last week was marvellous! I think to myself as I enter what is now our first baby's nursery, I am currently painting it, okay well trying to and failing dismally. I know Sebastian is more than capable of doing it himself, because well he can basically do everything but, after everything he's done for me I just want to do something by myself and make it a surprise for him. I covered up all of the baby's essentials before painting so that's covered, now I am currently trying to cover up the walls with a base then I'll start with the second coat, I was thinking powder yellow, cream or maybe white, so I bought all three. After Sebastian and I visited Maria, Alessandro and Virginie, the Chanel head designer, and they blessed our baby with such beautiful gifts we got a visit from Dr Monroe. We emphasised the importance of keeping my pregnancy a secret to her and she understood completely, she ran multiple tests and Sebastian and I had our first ultrasound, it was so beautiful that it even made Sebastian a little emotional.

"Okay, first coat done." I say to myself. We chose not to know the gender of the baby, so that is why I only have three colour options. Now that I know that the baby and I are perfectly healthy, I can maybe tell the pack plus I don't think I can hide the pregnancy for much longer because I'm starting to show and it kind of makes sense since Dr Monroe did tell me that I am a month along, which is two and a half months for a human. "Mm!" Running to the bathroom I quickly kneel down next to the toilet and vomit. Morning sickness, I hate it. After my stomach finally settles, I spend the next three to four hours putting on the second coat and after choosing cream for my nursery I finally finish painting. Ping! Picking up my phone I see a text message from Sebastian telling me to get dressed because we're going out for dinner. Perfect!

"What about this one?" I ask Kylie over FaceTime about my dress.

"This is the one!" She screeches. "Puffy dresses must be in season because they're the only type of dress you've chosen." She laughs and I feel a pinch of guilt.

"Yeah they are, okay Kylz I have to finish my makeup so talk tomorrow?"

"Definitely, have fun!" After hanging up I finish up my makeup, choosing to keep it light and simple then put on my shoes. I call Sebastian and ask him how far he is and when he says thirty minutes I choose to make a small snack, I can't keep anything down so I eat fruits and drink water.

"Kitten?" He calls entering.

"In the kitchen!" He smiles when he sees me as he looks over me.

"You look beautiful as always, ready to go?" I nod in agreement and off we go. Sebastian is quiet don't get me wrong but tonight he's extra quiet, if that is even possible.

"So, where are you whisking me off to tonight?" I giggle and he takes a hold of my hand.

"There's a new art gallery opening tonight and I thought you'd like to go then maybe we could take a stroll through Central Park for dinner?" I blush and squeeze his hand.

"Sounds lovely." But how are we going to stroll through Central Park for dinner? Maybe it was a grammar mistake. Finally arriving at the art gallery he opens my door and we head in, immediately the air is filled with gasps, looks of question and whispers. It takes me a while but I soon realise that "They are all looking at us." I whisper the last part out loud.

"No baby, they're all looking at you." He says sweetly, I seem to forget that not only is Sebastian one of the youngest billionaires, well in the human world, but he is also known globally. There isn't a continent he hasn't done business in and right now, I have my arm wrapped around his, possessively I might add. "Ready ?"

"Yes." Looking at the pieces around the gallery I am amazed at how all these artists are so talented, these pieces are beautiful. Now and again a man with a tray of champagne will come to us and offer us some, of course I decline but always say thank you then all of a sudden I freeze. There on one of the walls in the gallery, as the last piece, is a 3D painting of my mother, playing in the garden, surrounded by her favourite type of flowers, purple tiger lilies. "T-That's-" I reach out to touch it but quickly stop as a man reprimands me.