We sat at the table, my carnal thoughts making me blush as Sebastian turned and sank into a chair, still holding my son. Those thoughts turned to "awww" as he softly rubbed Gabriel's back with one big hand, while Mom served us wine and some fruit and cheese. I bit into a strong piece of cheddar just for something to focus on as my demon rumbled her continuing interest, hand fisted around my glass of milk.
Sebastian waved Mom off when she made the offer of some cabernet.
"I no longer enjoy the taste of alcohol," he said. Winked at me. "The only disappointment in all this."
Mom's eyes locked on Gabriel as she sat and, without prompting, Sebastian handed him over while a little seed of resentment woke up, cutting through my consideration of his strong hands, the way his muscular chest rippled through the open collar of his white shirt.
I'd tried to save his former queen, hadn't I? And he gives Gabriel to my mother.
Typical.