Sebastian Michaelis x Male Reader

XVIII

Three months. That's how long it's been. I've been dressing as a woman for a while now which is good because I'm starting to develop the baby bump. After Holloway died I did take over his textile company. My father helps out a lot, but it's mostly desk work anyway, so it's not like I really need his help that much.

Sebastian still hasn't come by. I'm starting to get worried, fearing that he might not even want to come visit me at all. Does he know about Alois? Would he really hate me that much if he knew that I was bearing his child? I can hardly think of Sebastian that way. I swear, he'll always love me no matter what, even if I'm carrying his child and that child has Alois' soul.

At the thought of the child developing within me, I place my hand over my lower abdomen and feel the tender flesh. Looking out the window, I see a small raven perched upon a branch nearby. Though I know it's unhealthy, I can't help thinking about Sebastian when I see the sad, crimson eyes of the bird.

"What are you doing now? Are you really sulking again?" calls a cold, heartless voice. My father steps into the room, dressed in white as usual. He glares softly at me, but I know that that is just the way his face normally looks. I smile as brightly as I can at him, although due to my current mood it comes out more like a grimace. "I see."

"I was hoping I would have seen him again by now." I turn my attention back to the window and see that the bird has now flown away. Letting out a sigh, I turn back to my father once again and meet his lilac gaze. "Don't say anything."

"I only wish to tell you that you should've known this was coming from the moment you fell in love with a demon."

"Sebastian is a peculiar demon," I tell him softly. I know he doesn't believe me, but I can't help but try to convince him otherwise. "He fell in love with me long before I even thought of falling in love with him."

"That's just your way of reasoning falling in love with something so soulless," my father nearly spits. I see him stare down at my stomach and I subconsciously wrap my arms around the area. "I can still hardly believe that my own grandchild will have the blood of demon."

"Father please," I say with an exasperated sigh, "your own son is not even completely human. What did you expect of his children?"

"I did not even expect to have a child."

My gaze falls to the floor. "Sometimes I wish you never had," I mumbled softly, hoping that my father will not hear me.

I hear my father let out a chuckle. Looking at him, I'm surprised to see him with a happy light in his eyes. "Surprisingly enough, I've never had that thought before."

I can't help but smile at the thought. "Yes, indeed that is surprising. But I'm glad to hear it."

The light fades from his eyes and he is slowly steps towards me with an ominous aura around him. "I did come here with a reason," he tells me harshly. "There is a ball coming up. Your favorite human has invited you."

"Hm?" I mumble with little thought. "Oh! Is Viscount Druitte?"

"Aren't you clever?" My father says rather sarcastically.

"Did you tell them that I will be attending?" I asked my father. God, that idiot is so annoying. I don't know if I will be able to handle attending one of his balls. Hopefully my father responds with a no. Though I doubt it, he seems to like torturing me lately. I suppose I should begin to prepare for this ball now.

"Of course you will be attending," my father tells me with a smirk. He steps towards me again and eventually comes close enough so that when he reaches out to me, he can take my hands. That is exactly what he does, pinching at the soft flesh just to cause me a bit of pain. I don't understand why he's become so bitter. Perhaps it is due to my sour mood since Sebastian is not yet come to me.