She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 185

Scarlett’s POV

Sebastian puts his phone between us, on speaker.

Quietly, I hug my knees, and curl my toes so they wouldn’t touch his phone. He shoots me a meaningful glance as he answers Ava: “I’ll call Jack before sending a doctor over. Take some rest if you can, or you won’t be able to attend your own birthday party--”

Ava burst into crying and I flinch away from the phone.

Sebastian takes his phone and puts it on the side away from me. He sits a bit closer to me and puts his warm hand on my shin, kneading slowly with a gentle force. I wrinkle my nose at him, typing on my phone:

[You are just doing this for the baby’s sake!]

He almost laughs out loud when I show him my screen, and he has to clear his throat to cover the laugh.

“Sebastian?” Ava’s wronged murmur comes through, urging when he doesn’t reply in time.

“Sorry, what did you say?” Sebastian blinks at his phone, totally absent-minded. I didn’t notice either.

“I--” Ava hesitates, her tone unsure with a shred of shock, “Am I on speaker...?”

“Yes, my hands are busy,” Sebastian answers with a straight face, but at the same time, he puts my foot on his curled leg and kneads my leg with both his hands.

Where did he even learn to do that?! I want to laugh. Not every pregnant woman has swollen legs. Besides, the baby is barely eight months old. The last two months are the toughest.

“So...would you come over?” Ava asks. I could hear her exaggerated pout through the phone, as if she is being bullied when other people’s husband doesn’t want to go and visit her at midnight.

Before, Sebastian would go without hesitation. I wish he wouldn’t, but I don’t want to fight for that anymore. I used to, and it only left scars between us, nothing else.

He taps my chin up.

I frown, hitting his hand, but he dodges with a smirk, and before I can initiate more attacks he says to the phone: “Ava, I’m not a doctor.”

I hold my breath, my heart pumping in my chest as I stare at him.

Knowing that he would probably choose me, is a totally different feeling than when he actually does. I tilt my head at him, my eyes wet again. This has always been what I wanted. Happiness could have been so easy for us. Is this what he really wants though?