“I-I wanted to see you,” he whispers, voice cracking. “And it’s really good to see you, Maya.”
My eye twitches at his words. I’ve seen him at his lowest, I’ve seen him when he’s cried himself to sleep, I’ve seen him when he had nothing left to give. But I’ll never forgive him for the things he said that night.
“Are you kidding me right now? I don’t want you here.” I fold my arms over my chest. “Go.”
Finn’s chest quivers as he focuses on my face. “Maya, I know I’m probably the last person you want to see?—”
I snort unattractively. “You’ve got that right.”
“—but I just needed to know that you’re okay. I know things ended badly between us, but I don’t remember a thing from that night. I was super messed up.”
“You were never remembering anything towards the end of our relationship,” I state.
I don’t know what happened in those last few months, but I lost him. I was willing to fight for him with everything I had in me. Then, as soon as I found out I was pregnant, I had a new priority. A baby to protect, and if Finn wasn’t going to be there, then I knew I was going to choose the baby growing inside me.
“I’m sober now,” he says as he drags a shaky hand through his hair. “Or at least trying to be.”
My eyes narrow an inch, and I shake my head once. “You should go, Finn.”
His face crumbles. “Maya, please. I was an asshole, but I am not that person anymore. You know me, you know?—”
“Well, maybe that night I didn’t know you,” I spit, my chest heaving. “That wasn’t the Finn I loved. You pushed me away, and you made me feel so alone, after everything I did for you and how much I helped you. Youmademefeel alone.”
Finn’s eyes begin to glisten, and even I can’t ignore the pain behind them. “You have no idea how much I hate myself, how much I wish I could go back in time and put it right. I know I don’t deserve you, but I needed to see you.”
My nose tingles, and I glance away. A moment later, Skye starts to scream, and every bone in my body tenses. Finn’s brows furrow as he hears the sound and shifts from foot to foot.
“I need to go,” I sigh and attempt to shut the door.
Finn puts his foot in the way and winces when it collides with bone. “How can I fix this?”
“You can’t.” I straighten my spine. “What’s done is done.”
I hear footsteps behind me, and there is my sister with Skye in her arms. My eyes bulge out of my head when she places her in my hold, and she shoots me a glare. “I already told you, Maya,” she hisses. “I’ve got an important presentation today, and I cannot have her crying in the back. Deal with her.Please.”
Skye settles a little as I hold her close to my chest, brushing back her blonde hair that has grown exponentially in the last month. I can feel Finn’s stare on me as I finally look up.
He’s staring at Skye between my arms, and for a moment, he looks like he’s about to faint.
“Wha—” He cuts himself off as tears begin to form in his lash line.
Skye shuffles a little in my hold, and I twist her. At the perfect opportunity, she flashes him her big brown eyes before yawning. Nothing is wrong, she just wants to be held, and it makes me feel like I’m doing something right for once—even if I’m freaking out inside knowing Finn has laid eyes on her.
“Oh my god,” he rasps, face paling once more as he meets my gaze. “Is that my?—”
I cup Skye’s head gently and rock her. “I think you already know the answer, Finn.”
He stares, wide-eyed and panting like he can’t catch his breath.
“Oh my god,” he exhales, taking a step back and pressing a hand to his forehead. “Oh my god.”
My eyes squeeze shut at the agony in his voice. He genuinely doesn’t remember, and that makes this a thousand times harder because even though I was done with him, I was still waiting for him to ask me questions about my pregnancy or labour or something at least.
I got nothing but drunk texts over the summer that didn’t make any sense, which solidified my choice of distancing myself from him.
I thought eventually he’d be able to piece it together, but apparently not.
“Maya, I?—”
