You'd been young, dumb and stupid. No protection, he'd said. It'll be fine, he said. "S'sooo'—gooddd." he'd groaned. The bedframe had been the least of the casualties.

And now, you were stuck with Sebastian’s fucking baby.

You'd tried to resent him for it. Really, really fucking tried. But God, did you love your daughter— you really couldn't imagine how your life would be without her.

..And Sebastian, you supposed.

"C'mon, ducky. Up, up—zoom!" Sebastian blew a raspberry against Lily's tummy, and the baby erupted into a fit of giggles, squirming on the mattress. Her little fists punched aimlessly up in the air, smushing against Sebastian's cheek. His smile could've lit up New York.

Say what you wanted about Sebastian, he was a good dad. While he'd insisted for years that he wasn't a man of commitment— he hadn't taken a role since Lily had been born. The thought had barely crossed his mind.

He tickled her with two fingers before looking up at you. "Sure we can't just marry already, hun?" He whined, glancing up at you with that stupid, crooked grin on his face. He'd been saying that a lot, recently. A joke. Eventually, you knew Sebastian was going to turn his sights to acting again—continue his slow grind up the ranks, chase his dreams.

Though, there was a little waver in his smirk as met your eyes, like there was a real question in there. The same waver that faltered his expression everytime you referred to him as 'Uncle Seb' and not 'Dada'.