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said.
    Still, when Emmy left Mary Lou's place, she was feeling a little better—but only a little.
     
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    That night, Emmy lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. She'd tried to sleep, but every time she closed her eyes, all she saw was Sebastian's face. She guessed that wasn't so surprising, considering the fact that she planned to tell him about the baby the very next day. Unfortunately, she was so shaken by the thought that she was more restless than she'd been the night before her final college exam. There were so many ways that he could react, and as she lay in bed, she pictured every one of them.
     
    "Sebastian, I'm pregnant," she said.
    "Pregnant?" Sebastian stared at her blankly. "How could you let this happen? You told me that you were on birth control."
    "I'm sorry," she said. "I was so drunk I didn't understand your question. It was the dumbest mistake I've ever made."
    "Get out." Sebastian pointed at the door. "I don't want to see you ever again."
     
    A chill ran down her spine. No, she didn't think that Sebastian would throw her out, despite the fact that she was to blame for her pregnancy. The situation would probably go something more like this:
     
    "Sebastian, I'm pregnant," she said.
    "Pregnant?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
    "Uh-huh."
    "Um, Emmy, are you sure it's mine?" he asked. "We only had one night together."
    "I'm not the type of person who sleeps around," she said.
    "How could this happen?" He groaned, clutching his head.
    "It was just an accident," she said. "I don't expect anything from you."
    "Good." Sebastian nodded.
     
    Yeah, that may be a little closer to the truth. Not quite get-out-of-my-apartment-and-never-come-back, yet not all warm fuzziness either. Finally, there was the last scenario, the one she allowed herself to think about the least just because she knew it was the one less likely to come true.
     
    "Sebastian, I'm pregnant," she said.
    "You are?" Sebastian's eyes lit up.
    "Uh-huh," she said. "But I don't expect anything from you. I can raise the baby myself."
    "No, this is my child." He stepped forward to hug her. "I'm going to take responsibility."
    She stared up at him in shock. "Really?"
    "Yeah." He nodded. "That's what a man should do."
     
    Yeah, she needed to stop picturing a helpful Sebastian. It wasn't that she doubted that he was a good guy. It was just that she didn't want to get her hopes up. If she dreamed for even a second that she'd have Sebastian at her side, then she would be crushed if he sent her packing when he heard the news.
    She shuddered at the thought.
    No, she wouldn't let herself count on Sebastian. Tomorrow morning she was going to show up at his place to tell him the news, and, come what may, she would leave with her heart intact.

Chapter Two
     
     Emmy climbed out of the car and had to grip the hood for support because she was shaking so hard. As she gritted her teeth, she glanced at Sebastian's building and took a deep, calming breath. Okay, she could handle this. It wasn't like his words could hurt her in any way.
    Yeah, right.
    She stamped her foot, wanting to run away as fast as she could.
    Why are you acting like this, Emmy? she told herself. Aren't you the woman who started her own bakery right out of college, even though your parents told you it was a risky thing to do? Yeah, she was right. She had started a bakery straight out of college. And that wasn't all she'd done. She'd braved high school, even though she was the quiet geek. She'd also lived through it when her parents fought constantly after her mom had been caught having an affair. She was a tough, strong, independent woman. The baby inside of her would be golden, even if she was the only one taking care of it.
    But if that was the case, then why did she feel so unnerved?
    She shook off her unease, then marched up to Sebastian's apartment. It was amazing how just six weeks earlier she'd been immersed in a sea of sheets. As she tried hard not to think about legs intertwining,