EroticReverie

Summer Skye

I throw my pants and hoodie back on as Sebastian pull on his briefs and sits on the couch with a dopey post orgasm look on his face. A small smile on his lips as he watches me get dressed. 

My phone is still ringing and buzzing so I I’ll my hair back into a messy bun and then answer my phone. 

“You need to answer your phone when I call you!” My publicist yells. 

“I was busy.” I say and brace myself for whatever bomb is about drop.

“Where is Sebastian?” She asks. 

“Uh. Right here.” I say.

“Put me on speaker.” She snips. 

“Why?” I ask. 

“Do it.” She snaps and I sigh and then put her on speaker. 

“Youre on speaker.” I say. 

“Sebastian?” She asks. He frowns and cocks his head. 

“Uh, yeah?” He replies using a bit of an annoyed tone to match the energy of my publicists. 

“Want to tell me who the fuck Lydia Monroe is?” She asks. 

I feel my heart stop a second because it sounds like she’s accusing him of something. And also because I watch his face go from annoyed to concerned. 

“Uhhh, she’s a drummer for Night Dolls ?” He says. 

“Why is she telling people she’s pregnant with your love child?” My publicist asks and I feel my stomach drop and my heart sink. 

“Wait , what?” Sebastian sits up. 

I almost drop the phone. Don’t panic. You know how stories get made up. You know that rumors fly all the time. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. But I’m fucking panicking.

“According to her most recent Twitter post, she all but named you as the father of her bastard baby.” She hisses through the phone. 

“I….what?” He asks. 

“Did you have a sex with that woman, or is she stirring shit up? Don’t lie to me.” She says and Sebastian looks at me and he looks scared. My lip trembles. 

“Is there any chance of her insinuating you knocked her up, true?” My publicist says. 

“No” he says and shakes his and I exhale with relief. But it’s quickly back when he continues. 

“I mean. Yes we hooked up a few times. But that was six months ago. And, she can’t be pregnant. I wore protection.” Sebastian says. 

“I always wore protection.” He says. 

He stands and I’m shaking. I’m not mad. I know Sebastian slept with people before me. Fans. Other women and I guess other rock stars. 

My publicist sighs. 

“Just because you wear protection doesn’t mean shit. It’s not a hundred percent. Would she lie? Is she the kind of girl you think would lie about this or is she telling the truth?” My publicist as and Sebastian runs a hand through his hair. 

“I…honestly have no idea….her band was an opener for a few of our European shows. I don’t know.” He says and looks at me and I can see him panicking as he looks in my watering eyes. 

“Summer” he whispers my name and I shake my head and swipe a tear that falls. 

“Look at the post.” My publicist says and the phone chimes and I pull it up on my phone with the link she sends. 

A  pale skinned , black haired woman covered in tattoos is standing sideways , cupping her baby bump in the mirror. Wearing a long back dress and big platform boots. 

“I have some news.” She captioned the picture with a blue heart and baby bottle emoji. 

“How does this make me the father?” Sebastian asks. 

“Read the response to the top comment.” My publicist says with annoyance and we scroll down. 

“Congrats! Who’s the lucky dad?” A fan had asked. 

“My lips are sealed…..with the poison of his kiss” LydiaDoll with a blue check mark replied with a winking face. 

“Fuck.” He growls. And I know enough of his music to know that she’s referencing one of his lyrics from a song called poison kiss. 

Then the rest of the thread is people speculating. Calling him out and tagging him, and laughing at me for dating him when he got another woman pregnant. She likes every comment that guessed Sebastian as the father. 

“She can’t be pregnant. She can’t be.” 

“Well she clearly is. And she’s insinuating it’s yours. So, maybe you need to figure this shit out asap.” My publicist huffs. 

Sebastian looks at me and shakes his head. 

“Summer, I’m so sorry” his voice cracks and tears fill his eyes. I just shake my head. 

“I’ll call you back” my

Voice cracks and I end the call. 

“Summer, fuck” he says and then pulls me to him as I cry. 

“It was before I was with you baby, I didn’t, I don’t even know if it’s actually mine baby, she could just be saying that. It could be anyone’s” he says and I nod. 

“I’m not…mad at you….i just…..fuck” I cry and he grabs my face and presses his forehead to mine. 

“Please don’t leave me” he exhales and I “please summer, fuck, I love you so much , so fucking much” 

“I’d never leave you” I cry. 

He exhales with relief and pulls me into a hug and curses about a dozen times while holding me. 

After a few minutes, I pull back and look up at him. 

“I need to sit down”

He sighs and plops himself down and I take a seat beside him. 

“Are you sure you used protection?” I ask. 

He turns his head and nods. 

“A hundred percent. I’ve never not used protection.  Well, before us. But I’ve

Never not used a condom” he says and I nod and try to take deep breaths. 

“How well did you know her?” I ask and he exhales. 

“Hardly at all. I mean. We hung out while they toured with us. They opened for six of our shows. They’re a small band out of England. I just, we hung out some between shows. Hooked up a few times. It was nothing serious.” He says and I sniff. 

“Baby I’m so sorry” he says and runs a hand through his hair and turns himself towards me. 

“Please, don’t fucking leave me Summer” he says and I shake my head. 

“I already told you I’m not. It was before we were together. It’s not like you cheated.” I say as I sniffle. 

“I know but…..if….if it’s actually mine…I…I could have a child Summer.” He says. 

I nod and look down. “I know”

“Baby look at me” He says and I lift my eyes to him.

“I know it’s not an ideal situation, but if this is, if what she’s suggesting is true, I can’t…I can’t not be in its life.” He says. 

“God” I say and cry. “Do you really think I’d want that? I know you’d do the right thing Sebastian. If you didn’t I’d be fucking pissed.” I say.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I just mean, I just, fuck,

This is so fucked.” He says and then takes my

Face in his hands. 

“I’m so sorry, I know you’re not that kind of woman. I’m sorry baby, my heads just, kind of fucking messed up right now.” He says and I nod. 

“I have to…take care of this. Handle it. See if she really thinks I’m the father and then , I guess paternity tests and shit. God. Fuck. Does it make me a shit man for hoping it’s not mine?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“No. I don’t think so” I sniffle. 

“Fuck.” He sighs. “I don’t want to be a father to anyone’s children but yours Summer” he says and I lift my wet lashes and I nod. 

“Me too. Does that make me a bad woman?” I ask with a sniffle. 

“No baby” he says and kisses my

Forehead and pulls me into his arms and I crawl onto his lap and he just holds me and rubs my back. 

“Fuck. I’m so sorry baby” he whispers. 

“It’s …we’ll deal with it together, you and me” I say softly and kiss his neck. 

“I don’t deserve you, you’re so perfect Summer. Thank you for being so understanding about this baby.” He says and I nod. Because I was a rational person. Was him possibly knocking up some pretty rock star woman on my Life with Sebastian bingo card? No. I couldn’t be mad. I believed him that he used protection. And it was six months ago. Months before we got together.  I love him. Regardless of it being his baby or not. I love him. And it’d take more than this to take him away from me or let go of him. 

——-

While Sebastian leaves to meet with his manager and own publicist and to handle the whole possible baby thing. I do the one thing he asked me not to do. And I go right to the fucking comments, all the message boards. 

“Summer Skye: Pop princess and Step Mom?” One article is titled with a picture of me and Sebastian on one side and the picture the woman posted of her baby bump on the other. With an article explaining the speculation. 

“Hahahahahahaha. Guess she doesn’t get her little fairytale after all”

“Ambrose better do the right thing and dump Summer and go be with the mother of his baby.”

I cry. Would he? He obviously liked her if he slept with her. Would a baby with her make him reconsider things with me? Would he move there to be with her? With the baby? 

My mind spirals as I spend hours on my phone. Looking up every single speculation and theory I can find. 

Comments saying he’d be better off with Lydia , because she was more his type and now he had an excuse to end his fling with me. 

“I saw them together in London, he was smitten with Lydia! I knew there was something between them!”

Another person replies to the comment. 

“He’s probably been with her the entire time. Summer just attracts cheaters I guess”

I didn’t believe that comment. I knew it was false. But it still sucked and I hated it. 

My phone pings with a text from unsaved number. 

“I’m sorry about the news. I truly do still care for you babe. I’m here if you ever want to talk.” 

Fucking Trey.  I almost reply and think better of it. But how dare he text me. He’s not sorry about the news. I know he’s eating this shit up. Probably laughing at me with the rest of the world.

——-

I’m in bed , curled up. Still crying from my long day of doom scrolling through the bullshit and articles posted about Sebastian’s possible “love child”.

It’s midnight and Sebastian texted me an hour ago saying he’d be coming over. I hear him come in and disarm the security then rearm and then come upstairs.

“You awake baby?” He asks softly. And I roll over and look a him and he turns on the lights. He frown when he sees my red puffy eyes. 

He strips down his boxers and shuts off the light and gets into bed with me and pulls me into his arms. 

I didn’t bother him all day, I didn’t want him to know I’ve been crying non stop 

Because it was my fault for making it worse by reading all that shit. 

“Baby” he whispers and kisses my head. 

“My baby” he whispers and kisses my head again and sniffle. 

“You shouldve called me, if I knew you were this upset I’d have come to you” he whispers. 

“I know” I croak and he hugs me tighter. 

“Do you want to talk about it now, or in the morning?” He asks. I shrug. 

“Doesn’t matter” i sniff. 

He sighs. 

“She’s saying I’m the only one she was with at the time. She’s saying it’s definitely mine.”

He says and I close my eyes and squeeze them tight. I felt like a bad person for hoping it’s not his baby. I felt like a bad person for wanting him to not have a tie to another woman. I know he didn’t purposely get her pregnant and that people make mistakes. A small tiny part of me wants to be mad at him. But I just couldn’t be. It wouldn’t help anything or change anything anyways. 

“But, I don’t know, it just, I don’t believe her.” He says. 

“My lawyers are demanding a paternity test. She’s saying she wants to wait till the baby is born. But we’re trying to push for one now.” He says. 

“It’s her body. Don’t make her do that.” I say and he strokes my hair and sighs. I feel

Him pull back a little to look down at me. So I lift my head and look back at him. 

“How are you such a perfect human?” He asks softly and pushes my hair gently back , moving the baby hairs back and tucking a few strands behind my ear. 

“I’m not.” I say. 

“Don’t argue with me Summer, you have the best heart of anyone I’ve ever known. You amaze me everyday with the way you hold yourself and always do the right things and say the rights things.” He says and I shake my head. 

“It’s just basic decency.”

“Something most people lack. Don’t be modest. You’re a fucking sweetheart to your very core. You’re such a good person Summer. I love you so much for it. It’s my favorite thing about you.” He says. 

“Thank you” I say and then place my

Hand on his chest and look down at my hand and I worry my lip with my teeth. 

“What’s wrong, other than the obvious?” He asks and I lift my eyes. 

“If it is yours….would you….leave me , to be with her ?” I ask. 

He takes my jaw in his hand and makes me keep my eyes on him. 

“Never. That’s not an option. Leaving you is not ever going to be an option for me. You’re the love of my life Summer Skye. I will never, ever give you up. Not ever. Alright?” He asks and I nod. 

“I …knew that, I just, I think I needed to hear it too” I say. 

“I’ll say it as much as you need me to. Ok so in love with you baby, there’s nobody else in this world I want to give my heart to. You have it. All of it. And you always will.” He says and I nod. 

“You have all of mine too.” I say. 

“And I’ll cherish it everyday Summer, I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He says. I nod and scoot myself up and gently place my hand on his face. 

“I love you” I say softly and then kiss him. 

We keep kissing and I lay back as his hand slips over my stomach and to my side and he leans over me. Kissing me back slowly. 

I grab his hand and push it down between my legs , because I still needed him. Even with the drama now hanging over our heads once more. 

“You sure? We don’t have to, it’s been a fucked up day” he asks. 

“I need you, I missed you all day” I exhale and he groans softy and keeps kissing me. His hand sliding into my panties and stroking my clit. 

“I missed you too baby, I always do.” He says and slides his finger inside of me.