I searched what trolley was, I was shocked to find a vehicle and thought I was wrong. By trolley, I meant the ones with four wheels and is used for serving food.

Oh, lol, Sebastian bringing a trolley (vehicle) into the study to serve snacks. XD

The last three days of my two week vacation was spent resting, fainting, sleeping, and forced feeding. The servants came back yesterday... and now... everything's turning back to how it was before. Papers piled up waiting to be checked, explosions in the kitchen, the thud of trees hitting the ground, and stair railings wiped with shoe polish. I haven't even spent a day alone with Sebastian in those two weeks! Oh, how about the three days I was sick? Well... yes, he was there, but I was asleep most of the time and we never did any lovey-dovey-heart-thumping-rosey-pink-and-frilly things that lovers are said to do. I thought as I scribbled on the documents scattered all over my desk.

There was a knock on the door. "Young Master, I brought you your morning snack." A handsome man let himself in.

"Opéra gateau, huh. Just in time." I swept the papers away from my desk.

"Young Master..." he sighed, picking up a piece of paper that had fallen to the floor."What's with all these scribbles?"

"Well, I was bored." Taking a bite from the opera.

"Well," he said, imitating my tone, "I won't be giving you this Opéra gateau if you do not finish at least one fourth of the papers that you were supposed to work on." He removed the plate from my desk and placed it back in the trolley.

I grunted. Sebastian is a slave driver when it comes to work. I had no choice but to do as he says.

"I don't want to do this anymore." I whined, resting my head on the table.

"Well done, sir. Just in time for lunch." He stacked the documents neatly, separating the finished ones from the others. "And even though you kept whining, you finished half of them when I told you to do at least one fourth. You actually love working, don't you?"

Working is not so bad. It's just that, I often get so immersed that I lose track of time preventing me from spending more time with Sebastian. "Sebastian... why do you always work me to the ground?" I asked him him as I slouched on my desk.

"How rude. I do not work you to the ground at all. You just neglect your duties so much that they pile up." He replied with his forehead creased with disapproval. Then he smiled. " I admire the you who's immersed in studies or work."

"You're pretty much admitting to being a slave driver, one way or the another." I grumbled.

"However." He leaned over to me, placing his lips near my ears and whispered. "I often do feel neglected and lonely. Are those paperwork much better than I at keeping you company?" A voice that sends a shivering sensation all over my body.

"Y-You!" I sat up straight covering my ear. He stood in front of me with an innocent smile. "I-If you feel that lonely, then stop giving me paperwork."

"I cannot permit to that. Managing the company is your responsibility after all, and you cannot shove that responsibility to someone else."

"Then why are you complaining about me not being able to spend more time with you?" Blushing beet red, I continued. "O-Of course you're much... better at... keeping me company."

"I was only joking, young master, but to hear you say that, I am honoured." He made a slight bow. "Anyways, lunch has been prepared in the dining room. Shall we head there?"

After that, I followed him silently to the dining room with my cheeks warm.

I was hungry, yet I only finished half of the food Sebastian prepared. My stomach was feeling weird... like... there's something moving inside. "I can't finish any more than that." I announced, pushing my half finished lunch away.

"Very well, but would you not want to have a new slice of Opéra gateau then?"

"I'd like to have some. Oddly enough, I doubt I'll be able to finish it."

"Indeed that's odd. For my young master to not want to eat cakes. Do you perhaps have another fever coming up?" He asked, replacing my half finished lunch with the cake.

"How rude. You make me sound like a pig." I pouted, then took a bite at the cake.

"Oh, my apologies."

I felt butterflies in my stomach. I tried to ignore it but it only got worse.

"Is there something wrong?" Sebastian inquired.

"The cake... it's... a little too sweet." I lied.

"Is that so?"

I looked down trying to avoid his eyes. I knew it... he can completely see through me and my lies! I thought.

Sebastian reached out to me and gently grabbed my chin and pulled me close to him. "Let me see." He said as he closed in to me. He licked his lips then placed it on mine. He had a sly smile on his face before he inserted his tongue. And that sly smile could only mean trouble for me.

The sweet taste in my mouth became even sweeter. I loved the way he sucked lightly on my tongue once in a while, leaving me drooling for more. "Mmm... Seb... a.. mo-

He pulled out, "Indeed, it is sweet." he agreed, licking his lips one more time. "Oh my, what a sight." He looked at me surprised, but with a hint of delight.

I was in a daze with my mouth half opened and faced flushed. I shook off my dazed expression, "Who... who's fault do you think it is?"

"It's my fault. Is that what you're trying to say?" He asked innocently.

"Whatever, I give up." I stood up from my chair, walked to the door and stopped when I got there. "Sebastian... for now, I'd like to take a rest. I'll be in the library if you need anything from me."

He bowed slightly as I left the room.

I had to leave the room for one reason... my stomach.

I sat down at my favourite spot in the library which was at the corner of the room that had a mat and a number of pillows. I placed my hands on my stomach. It still feels weird...like something's moving inside. I can't be. Wasting no time, I rang Sebastian right away. I laid on the mat while reading as I waited for Sebastian.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door."You rang?" He asked as he peered through the door.

I'll try to ask him without shocking him. Let's start with a small talk. Yes, let's do that. I thought while trying to place the questions I'm about to ask Sebastian in order. "So, Sebastian," I started, my heart suddenly started beating louder, "can a demon impregnate a man?" Drat... I panicked. I wanted to start with a small talk! Now he's going to suspect something.

"Pardon?"

"Well... you see... demons are different that humans. There are a lot of things a demon could do that a human can't. And somehow this thought got stuck on my mind ... can a demon impregnate a man, or not?" I could feel my hands getting cold.

My question had obviously caught him off guard, but even so, he still managed to reply suavely. "Well, yes, indeed they can."

I nodded. "I see. But how? Where... would it come out... if its parents are both men?"

"It's not how you think it is." He chuckled at my disturbed expression. "There is a vast space in hell meant only for vessels. These vessels are where newborn demons are formed. They are very much like a female human's womb. The babies receive nourishment from the demon's partner - the bearer. And when they are born, the other, who is not the bearer would fetch the baby before 'anything else' does. This goes for both whether the bearer is man or woman." He said with a smile on his face.

"How long does it take for a baby to be born?"

"That would depend on how strong the child would be." He answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing... just a thought. You're dismissed now." After Sebastian left, I looked at my stomach. "A... child. Sebastian's child." I caressed my stomach, the movements were still there.

I had spent half an hour pacing back and forth thinking of ways to tell Sebastian. I decided to take a walk in the garden but somehow found myself in the middle of the forest. I sat down under a tree and thought of different ways of telling him but none pleased me. I was in deep thought and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. When I had awoken, I was in my room.

"Young master, please don't leave just like that. You startled me." A man - Sebastian, said.

"I had intended to stay there just for a few minutes, but ended up falling asleep." I grumbled as I tried to sit down and shake away the feeling of drowsiness. I took his hands and kissed it. "I apologise. Do forgive me."

"You have been acting weird today... is there something wrong?" He intertwined his fingers with mine and sat beside me. "Won't you tell me?"

"It's... uhm... " I panicked again.

He tilted his head. "It's?"

"I... y-you... well.." I stuttered. "You told me that demons are capable of impregnating men... and... I think I'm carrying a child... your child."

He looked at me unfazed. "Don't tell me that this is the reason why you've been acting weird today. But sorry to say, that us having a child is impossible."

"What?" My mind was thrown into confusion. "Are you impotent? No... I doubt that's the case... you're the only one I've ever had intercourse with... not to mention... my first."

"No... I am not 'impotent'." He sounded offended. "Indeed, demons could impregnate men, but only if they wish to do so. And on that day, I did not wish for a child."

"Oh..." I felt relieved and heartbroken at the same time, "what is this feeling I'm getting in my stomach then?"

"You do remember eating the nuts that the servants have brought you as a souvenir, don't you?"

"Yes... so?"

"This is why I told you not to eat so much of it." He sighed. "Eating too much nuts can cause indigestion."

"I- Indigestion...?" I asked brows creased together. Sebastian nodded. I dove into the bed and buried my face on the pillows. "Embarrassing! I am such an idiot! " I glared at Sebastian from the corner of my eyes. "Let us not speak of this ever again, understood?"

"Understood." He smiled then got on top of me and hugged me from the back.

I grunted, "Ugh... you're heavy."

He chuckled and kissed the back of my neck, "Would you like a child?"

"Let's not talk about this anymore... please?" I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "It embarrasses me to no end."

He gave me a smooch. "Yes, yes. Very well." He then kissed my neck and slowly went lower.

This can't be happening. I pushed him away and got off the bed. "Stay!" I ordered him when he was about to follow me.

"Y-Young master... my... my apologies. I didn't know you were still against it." He made a deep bow.

"Please... just stay there." Cold sweat started forming in my forehead. "No... I just have to go ... somewhere."

He looked at me confusedly. "Where to?"

My stomach started making strange noises. "To..." I started walking briskly towards a door, opened it, "the toilet" and slammed it behind me.

Thank you very much for your kind comments.

Thank you to "Kawaii Dream" from for doing all the dirty work (editing). She has really nice stories. Go and check her out.

Just four more chapters to go and I'm (probably) done. Thank you for reading my story. I'm planning to make more. If you have any suggestions, go ahead and tell me!

FYI:
There are different ways to spell things all over the world. 'Color' to 'Colour'. 'Spoiled' to 'Spoilt' and many more. And just because the way you spell things is different from the way we do, it doesn't make me/us wrong... it doesn't make you wrong either.

I'm not sorry for saying that to whoever it was, but that pissed me off a bit. If that wasn't what you were talking about, then I apologise.

If there are wrong spellings this time, feel free to blame kawaii dream for not correcting it.