Jean-Pierre swung her around once, laughing joyously. “You did it! You have made me the happiest man alive.”
She giggled, holding onto his shoulders to keep herself steady as they continued to dance. “I’m glad that I could help make today special for the two of you.”
“Eve!”
Her head snapped around when she heard her name. Through all the excitement of the day, she hadn’t even thought of Sebastian. She had been so worried about Quinn and what her reaction to the wedding would be that he had been the last thing on her mind.
But there he stood, looking pale and unkempt in a wrinkled suit and hair that looked as if he had been running his fingers through it. Yet he was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen. Her heart stuttered in her chest and she released Jean-Pierre without even realizing it. “Bastian.” She whispered and took a step in his direction.
He was beside of her within seconds, his hands clamped around her wrists. “I thought that you loved me.” He shook his head, looking enraged. His hands hurt her wrists. “Do you hate me so much that you would really marry another man?”
“What..?” She whimpered when his grip tightened. “You’re hurting me.”
Instantly his hold eased but he didn’t release her. “You married him.” And she saw his eyes glitter with tears.
“No!” She pulled free from him and cupped his face. “I haven’t married anyone. Look around you, Sebastian. Open your eyes and look. Do I look like a bride to you?”
His eyes took in her peach colored dress with flat heels, and then his gaze moved around until they fell on the woman in the big princess style wedding dress. “Quinn?” His sister waved at him with a happy smile on her face. Sebastian’s blue gaze returned to Eve. “Quinn married him?”
“Yes. Jean-Pierre is in love with her…And I love you.”
It was as if his knees gave out on him. Suddenly Sebastian was on his knees in front of her, his arms wrapped around her waist and his face buried in her stomach. He began to shudder and Eve realized that he was sobbing. She pulled him closer. “Sebastian?” She whispered. “Sebastian, are you okay?”
“God, Eve. I think…” He sucked in a deep breath. “I think I have died a million times since you left me. And then when my father called yesterday to say that there was a wedding…I grabbed the first flight out, but there was bad weather and the plane had to land to wait it out…I knew I was going to be late, but I prayed…”
Eve dropped a gentle kiss on his lips. “Sebastian Savage prayed?”
“I love you, Eve. I love you so much. These last five weeks have been hell on earth for me. I need you, never want to be away from you again. Say you will marry me, Eve. Tell me that you are mine and that we will be together always.”
She gasped. “Wh…What?”
“There will be no more secrets. I swear I will never keep anything from you ever again. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Aria.” His arms tightened. “Marry me, Eve. Please marry me.”
“You love me?” She whispered.
“With every ounce of my being, babe. You are my world. I love you.”
Around them everyone seemed entranced as they watched the emotional scene unfold. Neither of them noticed anything, the world having disappeared around them. Eve felt tears pouring down her cheeks, her heart suddenly feeling complete in a way it had never felt before. “Yes, Sebastian. Yes, I will marry you.”
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Hours later as they both attempted to catch their breaths after hours of endless lovemaking, Eve lay content in Sebastian’s arms. They were both soaked with sweat, half asleep, but there were still things that needed to be said.
“I overreacted.” She murmured. “I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?” Maybe if she hadn’t been so unsettled over finding out about the baby she would not have reacted so drastically. Now she regretted the weeks that she spent torturing them both over something so stupid.
Sebastian kissed the top of her head. “I should have called you the second it happened. It was all my fault…My only excuse is that in that moment I realized how much I love you and I was shocked at my own stupidity for not having realized it sooner.”
She blinked back the tears that his words brought. She would never tire of hearing him say he loved her. For too long she had feared he would never say them, never feel for her what she felt for him. And now that she knew that he did in deed love her, she was overcome with the joy of it.
But there was still one more thing that they had to talk about…
Eve sat up and straddled his lean waist. As soon as her legs slid along his, his erection snapped to attention, ready for another round. “I thought you were tired.” He murmured, his eyes glazed once more with passion.
Her own body was waking up, wanting to play once more with its mate. “I need to tell you something…” She broke off, breaking his gaze and swallowed hard. This was harder than she realized.
Sebastian caught her hands and brought them to his lips, kissing each finger lovingly. “Tell me.” He encouraged.
“I…” What if he didn’t want children? What if he hated the thought of having children with her?
His eyes darkened. “Eve, baby. You’re starting to scare me. Just tell me so that I can fix whatever it is and we can get back to devouring each other.”
“You can’t fix this. It isn’t something that can be fixed…” She sighed and mentally pulled up her big girl panties. “I’m pregnant. I had seen the doctor the day…That day…”
“Pregnant?” He sat up, his hands cradling her as if she was something fragile all of a sudden. “Are you okay? We were pretty rough just now. Did I hurt you?”
She gave him a reassuring smile. His concern for her melting the ice that had gripped it just moments before. “I’m fine. My morning sickness has finally reared its head, but I’m learning to deal with it.”
There was pure wonder in his eyes. “When are you due?”
“August. I have some pictures from my first appointment…Actually I need to get back to New York so that I can see Dr. Madison…Will you come with me when I for my appointment? She said that we can hear the heart beat on a monitor.” She wanted him to be a part of everything that happened with her pregnancy from then on.
“Of course. I can’t wait.” He kissed her lips tenderly. “So…Maybe we should have a wedding sooner than later?”
“Something small is all I want.” Eve caught his lips, forcing a deeper embrace. “Can we just have my priest come to the house and marry us?”
“If that is what you really want. I only want you to be happy.” His fingers tangled in her hair.
“Being here in your arms, knowing that you love me…I couldn’t be more happy if I tried.”
“Me either, babe. Me either.”
Terri Anne Browning~
Chapter 1
The chiming on her phone woke her. Without even opening her eyes, Alexis reached for it and hit snooze in the middle of the screen. She had nine minutes to just lay there before it went off again and she had to start her day.
She felt bone tired even after sleeping for twelve hours straight. Her flight had been late getting in last night because of bad weather back east, making the long flight from New York to LA all the longer. By the time the plane had landed her father had already been waiting for two hours, and had quickly bundled her up in the back of his SUV. Her stepmother had sat in the back with her as he had made the forty-five minute trip back to his house into an hour and half long trip. He was like a brand new father with an infant in the back seat, the way he drove recently.
Alexis hadn’t minded. She had mostly just wrapped the blanket around herself that her stepmother had offered and leaned her head against the other woman’s shoulder. As soon as her father had pulled into the drive way Alexis’s older brother had been there to lift her out of the back and had effortlessly carried her into the house and up the stairs to the room that had been hers when she was a little girl and would visit her father for holidays and su
mmer vacations.
She didn’t remember much else after that. Her stepmother, Melissa, had helped to undress her; but by that time Alexis had been already half asleep. Her alarm had already been set, mostly so that she could wake up in time to take her medications before starting her long day.
With a soft moan, Alexis shifted. The pain in her back told her that it was past time getting to her meds, but still she avoided getting out of bed for a few more minutes. She had decided weeks ago that she wasn’t going to let her condition rule her. If nothing she had learned that she was strong, a fighter.
Even if that hadn’t always been the case…
A new pain, this one of the emotional variety tightened around her heart. Tears that she had to fight so hard to keep at bay more often than not burned her eyes and made her throat ache. She was nineteen years old but already she had lived a long life. Her biggest regret, out of the long list of big regrets that had accumulated over the last six months, was that she had let her everyone down…
There was a soft tap on the door just before it opened a few inches and the light was switched on. Melissa stuck her head in, offering Alexis a small smile. Her eyes, the ones that Alexis’s father had fallen so deeply for ten years before, didn’t sparkle as they once had. Now there was a deep sadness that lurked deep in their sea green depths. Alexis swallowed hard, knowing that she had put that look in her stepmother’s eyes.
“How are you feeling?” She asked when she saw that Alexis was awake. She stepped fully into the room, but left the door open.
“Okay.” Alexis lied. She was exhausted, hurting, and an emotional wreck—but Melissa didn’t need be burdened with the truth of that.
“Do you need help?” Melissa asked hesitantly. She knew that Alexis hated for others to treat her like a child. But she also knew that sometimes Alexis couldn’t so much as get out of bed on her own some mornings.
“Nah.” She sat up in bed, fighting the excruciating pain that raked her body with each move. She was always in pain, but mornings seemed to be the worst because she didn’t move as much while sleeping. Once she got up and started moving—and the meds kicked in—she would be able to mostly ignore the pain. “I was just enjoying a little bit of quiet time before the day started.”
“I’ll get your medicine.” Melissa disappeared into the connecting bathroom and returned moments later with two prescription bottles and a glass of water.
Alexis cursed her trembling fingers as she took the two tablets. She would have to be sure to get out of bed on time from now on, before the pain got this bad again. As it was, it would take the medication a good fifteen minutes before it would begin to ease her pain. Melissa seemed concerned. “Do you need a shot?”
Alexis’s smile was just as shaky as her fingers had been. “No. I will be fine in a few minutes.” Melissa took the glass from her and sat it on the bedside table, while Alexis continued to sit there, fighting the pain that seemed to be eating her alive from in the inside out.
“I’m going to make coffee. Want some breakfast?”
The mere thought of food made her stomach roll. She could only shake her head as she fought her gag reflex and prayed that what little was in her stomach would stay down. “Okay then. Call out if you need me.”
Alexis sat there for several long minutes. Tears gathered in her eyes but she refused to let them fall. The nausea slowly faded, as did the harsher part of her pain. When she could move without crying out she stood and moved toward her closet, using her nightstand and then the wall to assist her. After pulling her night gown over her head she reached for the first dress she came across and slipped it on. It was dark blue and fell to her knees.
After she was dressed she moved into the bathroom and frowned at herself. Six months ago she had had long dark hair and a peaches and cream complexion. Now her hair was barely a few inches long and her skin was more gray than pale. Even her light brown eyes looked lifeless as if she had lost her very soul. She looked like what she was: an accident victim.
They had told her she had been in a horrible car crash. But she couldn’t remember it, nor the three months or so leading up to it. They told her…Well they had told her a lot of things. Things that hadn’t sounded like the person she thought she had been. Like the fact that she had had a blood alcohol content of twice the legal limit—and the fact that she was only nineteen and therefore not even legal to drink. Like the fact that she had scars on her inner thighs that suggested she had been cutting herself. Like the fact that she had…
Alexis turned away from the mirror and that train of thought. The memories of what she had learned about herself in the months leading up to her accident weren’t pretty. But that particular memory was enough to send her over the edge.
She washed her face, took care of a few other necessities and pulled on an old baseball cap. When she made it back into her bedroom she picked up her crutches, which wrapped around her forearms, and attempted to make her way downstairs. The stairs were rough going, but after several minutes she finally made it onto the first floor.
She was sweating by the time she made it into the kitchen where she found her stepmother drinking a cup of strong smelling coffee. It was eight o’clock so her father had already gone to work, and her brother was probably at school. He was a third year med student and was top of his class. Up until recently he had been undecided what he was going to specialize in, but she had helped him out in that direction.
Vince was going to go be a neurosurgeon and specialize in head and spinal injuries. Already he had been accepted into a program where he could get some extensive training with some of the leading physicians around the world. He had met two of them six months ago thanks to her…
“Want some coffee?” Melissa offered as she moved to the sink to rinse out her cup.
“No thanks. Just some juice if you don’t care.” She carefully sat down at the table, her back throbbing. It didn’t bode well for the rest of the day.
Melissa poured her a glass and sat it in front of her. “I was thinking we could turn the downstairs office into a room for you so that you don’t have to worry about the stairs. I know it doesn’t have a connecting bathroom, but it might be easier on you until you can get around a little better.”
Alexis bit her lip. “I don’t want to make extra work for you, Liss. I’m already imposing on you enough.”
Melissa gave her a hard look. “Stop it right there. You are not imposing on me or anyone else. You are the daughter of my heart and I will always do what I can to take care of you.” When Alexis’s lips quivered Melissa crouched down in front of her and clasped her hands. “Honey, I know it’s been a long hard road. And it isn’t going to get much easier for a long time yet. But you have to stop trying to take the world on all by yourself.”
A single tear escaped before she could stop it. “I’m sorry.” She whispered; something she had been saying quite a bit lately. Ever since she had woken up six months ago to find her father, mother, and stepmother standing over her sobbing.
Melissa’s smile was both gentle and firm. “No tears right now, darling. Drink your juice and we can go.”
Chapter 2
The UCLA Medical Center had everything that anyone would dare need. Alexis had several appointments to get through that day but they were all in the same area. First stop was the neurosurgeon, then on to the orthopedic surgeon, and the last stop was to the psychiatrist.
As far as she had been told, which was all Alexis had to go on, she had been in an accident which had thrown her from the car. The driver, a girl Alexis didn’t even remember and had no clue as to why she had been with or even where they were going, had been killed on impact. Impact with a tractor-trailer on the interstate just outside of New York City. When Alexis was thrown she crushed her pelvis; also her spine was damaged to the point that a still rod had to be put in place. Which had led to months of physical therapy—with more to follow she was sure.
But there had also been some brain damage. Her Deep Limpic
System, which was in the center of the brain and barely the size of a walnut had been slightly damaged. The DLS housed the hippocampus and the amygdala which stored some of the most emotional memories, whether they were positive or negative. Alexis could only assume that the three months leading up to the accident had been extremely emotional because she couldn’t remember anything from that time. Because of the brain damage, which was luckily contained to just her memories and not something as drastic as motor skills, she wasn’t likely to ever regain the memories from that brief period of time.
Something that she was glad of. Because if just hearing about them from her family members was anything to go on then she didn’t want to remember!
She spent twenty minutes with the neurosurgeon, before he told her that she was doing as well as expected considering the damage she had sustained. She didn’t have to see him as often as she did the orthopedic surgeon, who would be supervising her physical therapy. She dreaded that most of all yet looked forward to it nonetheless. Already she had been through two months’ worth of the pain filled work to get back on her feet back in New York. She had exceeded all expectations and had moved from a wheelchair to a walker to the forearm walking crutches that she now used to get around.
Her last appointment was with the shrink. Everyone—including herself—insisted that she had to get therapy. Whatever had been going on in her life leading up to the accident had to have been bad. It had completely changed her. Alexis had always been a good girl. She had been happy living with her mother and her grandfather in Connecticut, even if neither were home half the time. As a freshman at Yale she had been on the Presidential List.
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