You saved me || Sebastian Stan

Chapter 22

I pull away from him and keep my hands on his neck. "I can't believe we're going to be parents." he breaths out and smiles a small smile. "I know." I smile as well. He lets go of my hips and walks over to the bed and sits down. I follow after him and sit beside him. He picks up the pictures and runs his hands over the little dot that is our baby. "It's so cute and it's just a black dot" he gushes. "That's what me and (F/n) said too." I tell him. "You told her before you told me?" He asks, but I can tell he's not angry. "At the time I thought you were cheating on me and I didn't want to talk to you." I explain, twiddling my fingers. "I know, it's okay. I get it." He chuckles lightly then puts the pictures back in the envelope and then leans over me to put the envelope in the drawer I got if from. As he sits back down, he makes sure he's right in front of me rather than at the foot of the bed where he was before. "so, about Lydia.."I start and pull on the sleeve of my sweater. "What about her?" Seb asks, putting  his hand on mine to stop me from fidgeting. He clasps his hand around mine and runs his thumb over the back of my hand. I just keep my gaze fixed on the mahogany colored blankets. "I just- I feel like I've seen her before. Like she's familiar, but I can't quite figure out who she is." I tell him. "I did notice there was a certain anger in her voice whenever she talked about you. But I don't know why, she barely knows you." He informs me. "Well clearly she knows we're in a relationship and I guess she wants to have you. It would explain why she wanted us to fight." I suggest. "That's a good point." Seb says. Suddenly I my stomach starts acting up. I know the feeling, I've experience it a few times while I was here. I pull my hand away from Sebastian and stand up, then start walking quickly towards the bathroom. Seb watches me as I walk, but once he realizes what's happening, he get's up and follows after me. I slam the door open and fall on the ground in front of the toilet. I keep the lid up for this specific event, so I just start hurling my guts out.  Sebastian is on the floor beside me in no time, holding my hair back and rubbing my back. I spend what felt like forever with my head in the toilet throwing up this mornings breakfast, but it was probably about 30 seconds. I sit up and fall back onto my butt. Seb wraps his arm around me and rests his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it gently. "You okay?" He asks. I nod my head and wipe my mouth. "Yeah, it's not the first time this has happened." I tell him. "I'm sorry you had to go through it alone." He says softly. "It's fine. I wanted to be alone anyways." I assure him, then stand up and flush the toilet. He stands up next. I walk over to the sink and fill myhands with water and drink it, swish it around in my mouth, the spit it out. "You can go wait in the room, I just need to brush my teeth."I tell him. "Okay." He says, and gives me a kiss on the cheek as he walks by. Once he's out, I brush my teeth then gargle some mouthwash I bought at the store the other day. Once I'm done, I put the mouthwash back on the counter wipe my face with a towel, then head back into the room. Sebastian is laying on the right side of the bed tapping away on his phone. When he sees me he turns off his phone and puts it on the nightstand. "How are you feeling?" He asks. I sit on the left side of the bed and lean on the wall. "Tired." I answer. "C'mere then." He says, and opens his arms. I scoot over and lay down, resting my head oh his chest. He wraps his arms around me and I let my eyes fall closed. Sebastian rubs my side, and eventually soothes me into my best sleep of the last four days.

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The next morning I wake up and reach over for Sebastian, but instead I'm greeted with a cold, empty space. I shoot up and look around the room. The bathroom door is open and the light is off, so he's not in there and he's not on the balcony. Did I dream everything last night? It felt so real... Or did it happen and he left me. What if he lied, what if he is mad at me and wants nothing to do with me. What if- The smell of food and the bed sinking in beside me breaks me out of my thoughts. I look to my right and see Sebastian sitting there with a tray of food sitting on the nightstand beside him, a concerned look on his face. I push myself forward and wrap my arms securely around his neck. "Whoa!" He exclaims, and wraps his arms around my waist. He turns towards me and pulls me onto his lap. "Are you okay?" He asks. "I thought I dreamt everything last night. Or that it was all real and you lied and actually were angry and left while I was sleeping." I explain. "It was all real, and I didn't lie. I couldn't be happier to be having a child with you." He assures me. I nod into his neck and pull away. "Is that uh- is that breakfast?" I ask, pointing to the tray on the nightstand. "Yeah. I figured you were exhausted, so I went and got it for you." He explains. I let out a breath and smile. "It's good to have you back." I tell him. "The feeling is mutual." He admits. I kiss his cheek then slide off his lap so I'm in front of the nightstand. A bagel with cream cheese, a glass of water, some fruit, some- wait! Fruit!!! Yessss! I've been craving that like crazy. I'm not looking forward to the weird cravings. Immediately I start eating the fruit. Sebastian hums a laugh. "Whot?" I ask with a strawberry in my mouth. "Fruit is what you're craving?" He asks. I swallow the strawberry. "Currently. You're going to hate it when I start craving weird shit because I'm going to be making you go to the store." I tell him, and pop a few blueberries in my mouth. He just chuckles and eats some food too, but steers clear of the fruit. Good choice Stan. Good choice. Once we're done eating we organize the tray and Sebastian takes it back out to Doris. I go to the bathroom, do my business, wash my hands, then brush my teeth and hair. Once I'm done I walk out and grab my little backpack and put it on the bed. I dig through it until I find an outfit I want to wear. Once I find an outfit I'm satisfied with, I pull it on.