Becoming The Billionaire's Desire

You never wanted the baby...

Sebastian’s POV

“Hey, darling,” I greeted my wife, slowly eating from a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. She ignored me.

“Amy?” I stopped walking and turned to address her but only got a glance from her.

“Amy?” I repeated furiously for the second time trying to control the emotions that were bursting in my heart.

“Christian, please let go,” Nana placed her hand gently on my arm “Maybe she doesn’t want to talk. She ignores me that way too,” she added.

Removing Nana’s hand from my arm, I walked towards Amy whose head was bowed “What the heck is wrong with you?” I started “You act like you’re the only person who lost a child?”.

Nana rushed to me and grabbed my hand pulling me towards her while pleading silently with her eyes “Christian please, for God’s sake,” she begged.

“You know,” I scoffed “I wanted that child as much as you wanted her to. I wanted to be a father, take my child on shoulder trips and spend wonderful quality time with her. I loved that child to bits even before it was born but yet, you’re trying to make life extra difficult for me. I am hurting,” I screamed.

“I am not going to do this with you, Sebastian,” She murmured with a sad smile “You never wanted the baby. You never wanted to have anything to do with her. So, aren’t you relieved that she’s gone. Isn't it what you wanted from the first time?".

I yanked my hand from Nana's firm grip and advanced towards Amy who had her head bowed towards her cereal bowl. She was displaying an unusual amount of calmness which was not peculiar to her.

"I agree, Amy..." I bellowed my palm raised "I agree that I was startled by the news of our baby. I panicked and all the wrong words came out of my mouth but then I regretted it instantly and tried to make it up to you. Can you just stop bringing things that we've left in the past? The next day, we made up and you said it was fine,".

"Maybe your bad luck jinxed the baby. We were healthy you know," she took another spoon of the cereal before laying her spoon down and turned to give me a vicious stare "and I was just three months away from giving birth. Do you want us to go into details as to what happened the day she died?" she c****d her brow at me,".

"Seriously, Amy," I shuffled uncomfortably "All those things are in the past. Stop guilt-tripping me okay? I made a mistake...fine but not enough for you to shove it in my face every damn time,".

"Okay," she shrugged and rose to her feet.

"Where are you going?" I asked in alarm.

"Where else, Mr Carter?" she glared at me, pushed the kitchen stool under the counter, took her plate to the sink and dumped it in then turned towards the kitchen door.

"Amy, for chrissakes," I tried to reach for her but the look in her eyes stopped me.

It was distant, vicious and full of disgust. When did we get here? Was I getting all this treatment because we lost the baby or there was something else? I wondered.

"Amy," I tried again, this time standing at a respectable distance "Baby... can you just give the therapist five minutes of your time? If you don't like her then we won't continue,".

"I don't need a freak," she crossed her arm and studied me "It is you who should be undergoing therapeutic sessions, Sebastian," she added.

"Me?" my heart thumped in my chest. Did Amy not truly know that she was wasting away emotionally? Has the grief gotten the better part of her?

"Yes, you, Sebastian," she insisted. "I am mourning my child, I am not running mad and something a therapist is not needed for. What do you all want me to do?" she questioned and she pushed her hair back in annoyance. "Move on and pretend as if nothing happened? Right now, Sebastian...my body still feels heavy from having a baby. My breast is full and out of habit I still lie on one side of my body. How can I forget all of this and put on a smile? I should be allowed to mourn my child,".

I swallowed hard ad I regarded her. There was logic in what said and for a minute I contemplated it but on the other hand, I wanted to tell her that she was mourning our child the wrong way. I wanted to tell her that she was fading away slowly and the light in her eyes was slowly dimming but instead I choose my words carefully knowing that it was even a miracle for her to stay long enough to have a chat with me.

"We should mourn our child together," I said slowly taking one step towards her. "As father and mother too. We can talk about what she'd be if she was here. Would she have my eyes or your eyes? Would she have my hair or yours? We'll take long walks in the morning and cry whenever we get sad with our emotions. We should do it together,".

Her eyes moistened and for a moment, I thought she was going to cry but she pursed her lips and stared straight at me sending me a chilly gaze.

"You have no right to mourn her with me. You were never her father, to begin with, it doesn't feel right," she added.

"Y-you can't say that to me," I stuttered trying to maintain a calm expression.

"I can say whatever pleases me, Sebastian...deal with it," she smirked "if you're quite done, I'm going upstairs to rest. It's been a waste of time talking to you," she added without remorse.

I didn't know what to say... my head was blank and I watch her flounce out of the room. I knew she was going to cry.