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our way out? Were we meant to make this passage together?
    I knew love was not supposed to be easy, but was it supposed to be as hard as this? Was it supposed to be a struggle ever damn step of the way?
    Were Sebastian and I just forcing fate? Were we even meant to be?

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    I stood outside Sebastian's bedroom that evening, hand resting on the doorknob for a whole ten minutes.
    We'd quietly returned home that afternoon, and almost instantly headed back to our own rooms. Karina was nowhere in sight, apparently at the bakery still. She wasn’t expecting us back today, as it was.
    It was nice to be home, it was nice rest in my own bed, it was nice to relax again.
    What wasn't nice was the tension that had only grown more harsh between myself and my husband. He was obviously unsure how to act around me, and I was equally unsure of what I should say.
    While I regretted how uncontrollable I'd become on the flight, what remained true was that I needed Sebastian to come clean with me, I needed him to give me answers. I was desperate for that, in fact.
    I needed to know what was going on between us, if anything.
    Taking a deep breath, I held it in my lungs for as long as I could, feeling the way my chest expanded, grounding me. The breath whooshed out noisily as I bit my lip, gave myself a firm nod, and gently turned the knob on the door.
    It was only as it began to push open that I realized it would have been more polite to knock.
    Sebastian sat in his bed, shirtless and tired, only the single lamp on at his bedside. He glanced towards me, did a double take and straightened up fast, slamming the book cover down on his table.
    "Hi." I whispered shyly, lingering in the doorway, "...is it okay?"
    "It's always okay." The sexy man replied quickly, swinging his legs out from underneath the covers of the bed as he patted the space beside him, "What's going on?"
    His deep ocean colored eyes followed me, dark brow creased in concern. His gaze shifted towards my belly then back up to my face.
    "Oh, it's not that. Everything’s good." I said back, giving an uneasy laugh and hesitantly settling onto the bed a good arm’s length away from him.
    "Oh." The billionaire murmured simply, large, warm hands folding in his lap.
    Was I just supposed to outright accuse him of being Alissa’s baby daddy? After my explosion this afternoon, I couldn't see that ending well.
    "I was so worried last night." I decided instead, treading cautiously into the conversation, "You didn't come back to the room, and I waited for you."
    "I’m truly sorry for that, Macy." He sighed, closing the distance between us as he scooted across the bed towards me, “It was never my intention to make you worry. I needed a bit of time to clear my head and take a breath.”
    Closer now, though still not touching, I could smell the faint lemongrass scent of his body wash. His hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken not too long before.
    I cleared my throat, trying to push away thoughts of his naked body in the shower. A body that I'd longed to touch for months. Even if we never spent another night together I would never forget what he felt like beneath my palms, or what his lips felt like against mine.
    "Are you sure you’re alright?" He asked, pressing a hand to my forehead, "You look flushed."
    'Oh sure, just imagining you naked.' I mentally quipped.
    "I'm really fine. Just a little tired." I responded instead.
    I could tell that I was not going to be able to broach the conversation tonight. I just couldn't.
    For all of my determination to have a real, true conversation for once, here I was chickening out yet again. Why was it so difficult to speak to him as a partner, as my husband? Between the concerned frown on his lips and the way his ocean eyes swirled like a sea storm, I just melted. It wasn’t fair.
    "Don't do that again." I murmured, turning my gaze to his, "Don't just run away from me I…I’m your wife, Sebastian."
    He looked at me, fully