Chapter 24

Emily's POV

I waited by myself in the castle's medical room while Sebastian was in a meeting with his head-strong father. After what seemed to be twenty very long minutes, a bubbly looking doctor with a wide smile entered the room, startling me just a tad bit since I was getting used to my own company.

"Hello there, I'm Dr. Samm and I'll be your OBGNY. How are you feeling?" he asked as he placed a stethoscope around his neck.

"I've been better. It's mainly the morning sickness doing a number on me, and I forgot my pills in the US," I explained.

"That wouldn't be an issue, and morning sickness is very common and normal. Now, can you please lie backwards so I can conduct an ultrasound?"

"Sure," I responded and obliged.

The cold gel hit my stomach as I lifted my shirt. Across from me, the monitor came to life with a tiny image of early stage development of my baby.

"Excellent. I'd say about two months," Dr. Samm stated and that made me rather unsettled.

"No, that's not right. It can't be two months already," I protested.

"Yes it is. It's right there on the screen."

"Nowhere on the screen does it say 'two months.' I've already seen my family's OBGYN and he stated I'm two weeks, which was last week, so I should be three weeks now. Not two months!"

"Miss Hollen, I assure you that I'm a doctor, and I know exactly what I'm talking about. You're already two months pregnant, not three weeks, dear."

My eyes welled up with tears and my heart felt like it was going to explode at any given moment. My chest felt like it was being crushed in by the world's largest brick as I racked my brain for everything to make sense.

If I was two months pregnant then it, obviously, meant that Sebastian wasn't the father of my baby. My brain tried to recall the encounter I had with David. He had a condom on.

Could he have taken it off during our activities? No. Of course not, I would have known if he did so. I'm no fool.

"How are we doing in here?" a voice came.

I looked up and saw Sebastian with a pleased smile on his face as I wiped the gel off my stomach area before sitting it.

"Wonderful. Congratulations. In the next seven months, you'll have a bouncing baby. It's too early to tell the sex." Dr. Samm handed me a prescription before leaving.

I watched Sebastian's eyes narrow in confusion and his eyebrows crease together. I felt intimidation rattling in my stomach as I faced him.

"You're two months pregnant, how?" His words came calmly, but behind them I knew he was very much angry. He just didn't want to yell at me—or he just wanted answers.

"I'm just as confused," I stated.

"Emily, I swear, if you're lying to me right now, you and I are going to have a very serious problem. I want the truth. How are you two months pregnant?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" I yelled from frustration and mental exhaustion. "It makes no sense to me, but Dr. Samm insisted that I'm two months pregnant, although my family's OBGYN said I was two weeks! My mother took me to him after my test showed positive! She was right there with me! I should be three weeks now! I don't know how I'm two months!"

The hot tears poured down my face and I was expecting Sebastian to shout some more, or to walk away from me and shut the door loudly after him, but, instead, he pulled me into his arms and titled my face upwards to his.

Using his thumbs, he wiped away my tears. "It's okay Emily. I'm still here with you."

"Sebastian, I swear I'm not lying to you. I cannot lie to you," I continued to sob like a child.

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Princess Naomi's POV

"Well, that didn't work," I fumed as the King and I watched the display from the camera on his computer's screen.

We watched as Sebastian took Emily into his arms and wiped her tears away and finally kissed her.

"What does it take to get this boy away from her?! I've tried almost everything, and nothing seems to work. I assumed he'd be angry as a bull if there were indications that the baby wasn't his!" the King shouted.

I was, indeed, hurt. I loved Sebastian too, and that night when I slept in his bed meant so much to me. I didn't care that he was under the influence— the alcohol stank his breath. I just wanted him.

"I don't know what else to do," the King finished and threw himself into his big arm chair, defeated.

"Kill her," I said with a laugh and no real meaning behind it.

His eyes darted over to me.

"I was only joking," I said quickly before he could lash out at me.

"No. That's an idea."

"Oh, come on. Are we just going to walk up to her and kill her?"

"Of course not. There are so many ways to make her death look like an accident." An evil smile played upon his lips, and I was for it.

If it means that I'll be with Sebastian, then so be it.