Alpha & Luna

Chapter 33

This ones dedicated to @hamedyabedilu for kicking my butt into gear. You're too sweet and it really warms my heart to know someone other than myself enjoys my writing. Thank you so much. :)

After our encounter, I flee to my room in a cloud of shame. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have kissed him. Sebastian is my mate but it feels wrong to love him. To love him after everything he's done.  The rest of the day, I spend  holed up inside my bedroom. Watching television with Pie by my side before dinner arrives and my stomach rumbles loudly. I suppose it's time to feed the baby.

Gingerly, I tiptoe into the hallway, looking left and right in case, Sebastian appears. I know I can't avoid my mate forever but I can certainly try. With no sign of Sebastian anywhere, I head into the kitchen looking for a quick meal. As I turn the corner, I suddenly smack into a wall of muscle. Or to be more precise, my mate. I stumble backwards and am about to fall over when he clasps my forearms to steady me.

"I was just looking for you. I made dinner." Sebastian says and smiles. Upon closer inspection, I see that he's got an apron on and smells strongly of basil. He looks so handsome and my heart squeezes inside me.

"I'm not hungr-" I start to say to make a quick getaway when  my stomach decides to betray me and let out a monstrous rumble. Sebastian just quirks a brow and grabs my hand to lead me into the kitchen.

Immediately, upon entering, my nose is overwhelmed with the smell of spaghetti and meatballs. And just like that, I'm transported back to my cabin. Back to when, Sebastian and I had just met and everything was so pure and light. He's even got the table set but this time, both table settings are placed side by side. Close to each other. Intimately.

"I didn't really have time to learn a new dish so its spaghetti and meatballs again. But I'll have something new tomorrow." Sebastian says as he pulls my chair out. When I'm seated, my mate spoons out the spaghetti into separate portions before sitting beside me.

"You're learning to cook?" I ask as I watch him swirl pasta onto his fork.

"Yeah. Figured I should learn before you get sick of pasta and meatballs."Sebastian says as he takes a bite of pasta. 

"You don't have to learn to cook for me. I can feed myself." I say without looking at my food. I don't want to be any more dependent on him than I already am because once I move out, it'll be even harder for me to move on.

Sebastian sighs before turning to me. "Baby, I know I don't have to. But I want to. Now can we eat dinner?" 

"But you don't have to. Once I move out, you wo-" When I start to talk about moving out, Sebastian's eyes flash before he takes a hold of my hand.

"Please, baby. Let's just eat." Sebastian's says pleadingly and my stomach grumbles again.

"Fine." I admit defeat before facing my food for the first time. 

I look down at my plate and immediately, my stomach turns. I feel queasy just looking at the meatball and suddenly, I can barely hold in my lunch.

I haphazardly push back my chair to sprint to the hallway bathroom. Once there, I lean over the toilet bowl and retch up today's breakfast and lunch. Throughout my sick, Sebastian stands behind me, holding my hair back and rubbing soothing circles on my back. When I'm done, he flushes the toilet and wipes a cold cloth over my mouth. 

"I'm sorry." I whisper and as I slump against the wall to rest for a beat. My mouth tastes disgusting and my chest hurts from heaving so hard.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about. Pregnancy hormones." Sebastian replies evenly and lifts me onto the sink. He stands between my thighs as I rinse out my mouth and rest my eyes for a bit.