I choke on a breath. “I’m on the pill.”
“I know.” He winks.
My eyes roll playfully as Finn grabs the remote and picks a movie for us to watch as we cuddle up on the sofa.
CHAPTER 45
MAYA BROOKE
While Skye naps and Finn’s at the gym, I give the house the tidy it so desperately needs. When you have classes and coursework to complete along with raising a baby, it’s easy to let the place become one giant mess. But now I have some free time before we start again in the new year, and I want the place to be spotless.
The sound of the front door opening rings in my ears. “You’re back early,” I comment.
It’s only been thirty minutes; he’s usually gone for a couple of hours at least, especially if he’s catching up with Silas and Ronan. But as I close the cupboard door, I realise it’s not Finn.
I stare back at my sister as she steps inside, her keys dangling from her fingers.
“Nina,” I murmur as I brush myself off and walk towards her. “You okay?”
She clears her throat and nods before closing the door behind her.
“I thought you’d be at Mum’s until New Year’s Eve,” I say with confusion.
We haven’t spoken in months, not since she left. And I’ve not had a single text or a call from her.
From the way she’s looking at me with a strained expression, my body starts to tense. There’s bad news lingering on her tongue, I know it. She’s kicking me out, and I’ll have nowhere to go. That’s the only logical thought in my head right now, and the back of my neck starts to sweat.
“What’s wrong?” I ask fearfully.
Nina’s eyes remain on mine as she sighs and walks towards the sofa to find Skye on her playmat. For a long moment, she does nothing but stare down at my daughter, and I frown at the exchange.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs.
I attempt to clear the thickness building in my throat. “What?”
She huffs and shuts her eyes tightly before raising her head to me. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For how I treated you and Skye.”
My forehead creases as silence washes over us. “Where is this coming from?” I say as I twiddle with the damp cloth between my fingers.
Nina’s shoulders begin to droop, and I walk towards her but keep my distance. We’ve never been close enough to hug or comfort one another, but even so, seeing her like this makes me feel nauseous.
“You’re scaring me,” I murmur.
Without another word, Nina sits down on the sofa directly in front of Skye. “Christmas at Mum’s was a disaster.”
I raise my brows, but I’m not surprised. It’s always a disaster. Hell, actually.
“Worse than usual?”
“Danielle thinks we’re crazy,” she exhales sharply. “I should never have taken her home.”
I perch beside her and wait for her to carry on, but she doesn’t. “What happened?”
“Mum’s new boyfriend is a psychopath,” she murmurs. “And all Mum did was talk about you and Skye.”
