Mr Garcia (Mr Series)

Fifteen months later

Sebastian twirls me around the dancefloor, and I lean against his shoulder.

“Time to get you home,” he whispers against my temple.

“Hmm.” I smile sleepily. “Okay.”

We’re in New York at a wedding of one of Sebastian’s old boarding school friends. The function center is out of this world. The top floor in a skyscraper with floor to ceiling windows, and the city lights twinkling way down below.

“One more dance,” I whisper.

He chuckles as he holds me close. “You look tired, darling.” He drops his hand to run it over my heavily pregnant stomach, and I place my hand over his as I stare up at him.

So much love between us.

In just three months, our dream is coming true.

We’re having a baby.

Life doesn’t always go to plan, but sometimes it’s just to make room for what is planned for you.

Sebastian and I were always going to end up together, and this was always going to be our story. It’s funny how things have a way of turning out. The song ends, and he tries to pull out of my arms.

“One more dance.” I smile hopefully.

He smiles and kisses me softly. He knows what I’m doing. I do it a lot lately.

Stalling.

Cherishing the time that we have alone. Living completely in the moment.

Every single second is sacred.

Every look, every kiss, every touch… all of it. I’m dancing through life…with him.

I know the days of just the two us are numbered, and I can’t help but feel a little remorseful. At the moment, I’m Sebastian’s world, and I know that I will soon share his love with a little piece of us, and that’s how it should be.

But just for now, he’s all mine.

The song ends, and he smiles down at me. “Can we go home now, dancing queen?”

I chuckle. “I suppose.”

He leads me from the dancefloor, and we go back to our table. I grab my purse, and he slaps his friend Jameson on the back. “We’re heading off, Miles.”

Jameson turns and smiles. “Breakfast in the morning?”

“Yes, we’ll be there,” Sebastian replies as he shakes everyone’s hand at the table.

Emily hugs me. Claire leans in and kisses my cheek. “See you in the morning.”

Her husband Tristan does the same. “Goodnight, gorgeous.” He rubs my stomach and winks in his best naughty boy manner.

I giggle. Sebastian sure does have some fun, hot friends. Not that I’m complaining.

My eyes rise to my very own hot friend.

My best friend.

Sebastian gives me the best ‘come fuck me look’ across the table I’ve ever seen, and my insides begin to thump. I know that look.

I live for that look.

He takes my hand, and with a last wave to everyone, we get into the elevator. His four security guards get in behind us. Sebastian loosens his tie and undoes his top button, and we all ride to the ground floor in silence.

Life with a Prime Minister is less than private but, somehow, we make it work.

I kind of forget what it was like when there were no guards and no headlines.

Gerhard got off on the charges, without any drug tests taken at the time, we had no proof and because he had a key to the room, he said he was drunk and mistakenly thought it was his room.

Helena had her baby—a little girl. She’s on a good behavior bond, living in Germany with Gerhard. We haven’t heard from her since the court case, and I think she’s finally moved on. I’m happy… for her sake. No matter what she did, I always felt a little sorry for her.

Loving Sebastian Garcia is easy. Walking away from him is not.

I know that better than anyone.

The elevator doors open, and we walk out hand in hand before climbing into the back of the waiting car and being whisked into the night.

Sebastian turns the lights off and gets into bed beside me. We are in one of the Miles’ brother’s penthouses. The view over the city is spectacular. So spectacular that I won’t let Sebastian close the drapes.

New York just has this electric buzz about it, like nowhere else on Earth, and I am utterly addicted.

Sebastian’s lips take mine into a kiss, soft with suction, his tongue slowly exploring my mouth. His hand roams to my breasts and then down over my stomach. I smile against his lips. I can feel his rock-hard erection pressing up against my hip.

Our love making has hit a new level.

No longer just taking my body, he now fucks my mind.

With my pregnancy, we’ve had to learn some restraint. We’re unable to be as rough as we both usually like to be.

It’s lifted us to a higher frequency and brought us even closer, if that’s possible.

He rolls me over so that my back is to him, his body nestled up against mine, and he kisses me over my shoulder as he holds my face in his hand.

It’s slow and unhurried.

Magnified.

His hand slides down to my top leg, and he pulls it over his body. His fingers drag up and down the inside of my thigh until finally he touches my lips. He brushes his fingertips softly back and forth over me, teasing my entrance.

We stare at each other as we fall still. No matter how many times we do this, the moment his body goes inside of mine is always something else.

He slides his thick finger in as his face scrunches up against mine. I thought he loved my body when I was smaller.

But now, he’s obsessed.

He adds another finger, and then another, his breath quivering on the intake as he slowly pumps me.

We stare at each other over my shoulder in the dimmed light.

There’s nobody here but us, this feeling of intimacy so raw and real.

He lifts my leg and slides in deep. My body ripples around him, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan.

Fuck… there’s never been a hotter sound.

He tenderly holds my stomach as he slowly pumps me, and I hold his face as we kiss.

The feeling between us is so strong.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers.

I smile against him. “I know, baby. I know.”

Sebastian

I hold April’s hand, feeling perspiration dripping down my back.

She cries out.

I can’t stand this.

I can’t watch her go through this pain.

My heart is hammering with fear.

“One more push, April,” the doctor says.

She shakes her head, petrified. “I can’t.” It’s been a long labor, and she’s exhausted.

“Come on, baby,” I whisper. “You can do it.” I kiss her temple. “Come on. Not long. One more.” I kiss her again. “Last one.”

She scrunches up her face and squeezes my hand so hard that I swear I feel my fingers break. She cries out, and the baby slides into the doctor’s hands.

We pant as I hold her head to mine.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announces.

A boy.

My eyes find April’s, and she laughs. “A boy,” she whispers, her eyes wild.

I hug her tightly.

They check the baby and lay him on April’s chest, skin to skin.

He cries.

I lean down and look at his little face, all scrunched up and red. I touch his head that’s covered in black hair. He has my coloring.

Oh.

Emotion overwhelms me, and my vision clouds with tears.

“Sebastian,” April whispers. I look up at her, and she smiles softly. “Say hello to your son. Take him.”

I stare at her.

“Hold him,” she whispers.

I frown and pick him up. The nurse passes me a blanket, and I wrap him up and hold him in my arms. I’m so proud, the tears stream down my face.

My God, this is love.

“What’s his name?” the doctor asks.

Unable to see, I wipe my eyes with the back of my forearm. “Arlo,” I whisper as I stare down at the little bundle.

April smiles proudly. “Arlo Sebastian Garcia.”

I lean in and kiss my beautiful wife. She’s given me so much already, but this…

Magical.

Our new life starts today.

April

Six years later

I’m lying on the deckchair, watching Sebastian playing at the water’s edge with his children.

The sun is just setting. It’s warm, and the sea breeze is comforting.

We have three sons: Arlo, Santiago, and Javier. We thought that was it and that our family was complete, but fate had other ideas. I’m now pregnant with a little girl.

Sebastian’s so excited about getting a daughter. This little girl is already the apple of her daddy’s eye, and she isn’t even born yet.

We are in the Maldives on vacation with our best friends.

Bree, Charlotte, and Willow, are all on the deckchairs beside me. They’re drinking cocktails, while I’m drinking lemonade.

It seems like since we met, one of us has always been pregnant.

The boys, Sebastian, Julian and Spence, are playing in the sea with the kids. We have quite a brood between us, with our baby girl coming, that will make thirteen. The kids are lining up, and the boys are taking turns throwing them up in the air. Laughter can be heard echoing all around us.

Life is very different at home. Sebastian is still serving as the Prime Minister. It seems he is too good at his job, and they are happy to keep him. We have a nanny a few days a week to help us, and I’ve opened up a new law firm in partnership with Jeremy.

And get this: Jeremy is a third-year law student. I’m so proud of him. It turns out success is the best revenge. He’s still single, but me and the girls are matchmaking like a pro for him. His grand love story is coming; I know it is.

I ran into Duke the other day, he’s happily married to the most beautiful girl, they have three little girls and live in Kensington. He just retired from football and has started his own business. He seemed so happy, and it made my heart sing.

Sebastian gets out of the water and wraps a towel around his waist. I watch him as he walks up the beach toward us.

He’s still the hottest man to walk the Earth.

He comes and sits on the side of my deckchair, taking my hand in his. “You okay, baby?”

I smile. “Uh-huh.”

The waiter arrives with a large tray of cocktails. “Here you are.” He places them down on the table. “Will that be cash or card?”

Sebastian’s eyes meet mine, and I smirk. Nothing’s changed with us. We regularly play ‘Escape Girl’ in his naughty room.

It’s still our favorite game.

“Cash,” Sebastian replies. His eyes twinkle with a certain something, he squeezes my hand in his. “Always cash.”