When I look at him again, tears are streaming down his face as he stares at our baby girl against my chest.
“I think you should go,” I murmur and take a step back. “I have things to do.”
“But—”
“You didn’t want her, okay?” I spit harshly.
My heart still vibrates from the words of that night. The way he said them. Filled with venom and disgust. His intoxication probably made it worse, but it made me see how badly he was damaging himself, and I can’t let my baby be exposed to that kind of behaviour.
Skye comes first. She’ll always come first.
Finn blinks at me as if a spear has struck his heart. “I didn’t want her?”
I scoff and poke my tongue into the corner of my mouth. “You didn’t wantus.”
“No,” he heaves, his feet wobbling a little as his complexion starts to turn grey. “That’s not true.”
“I heard what you said. Loud and clear. I got the message.”
“Maya, I was fuc—” He stops and changes his words when he glances down to Skye again. “I was messed up, okay? I’m notexcusing it, but I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I’d never purposely hurt you, and you know it.”
My chest throbs as devastation slashes across his face. “But you did hurt me,” I whisper with heartache. “You hurt me so badly. And I can’t be sure of your drinking habits, and right now, Skye is my priority.”
“Skye?” Finn’s throat scratches as his eyes leak more tears. “Her name is Skye?”
I silently nod.
“Oh my god,” he chokes out, turning away for a moment as he runs a hand down his face.
“I need to go,” I excuse myself. “Goodbye, Finn.”
Before he has the chance to put his foot in the way again, I manage to successfully close the door and shove my back against it before my knees buckle. I squeeze my eyes shut and tell myself not to cry, despite my new change in hormones and how easily I can break down.
After a minute, I suck in a breath and turn around to face the small window in the door. I peek my eyes through it to find Finn still standing there, his entire body trembling as he stares at the wall with tears staining his cheeks.
A pang of guilt hits me, but why should I feel guilty?
He’s the one who said he didn’t want us.
And I’ll do everything in my power to make sure my baby feels loved.
CHAPTER 6
FINN THOMPSON
PRESENT - 2ND OCTOBER 2025
Nothing could have prepared me for this. Nothing could have prepared me for the fact that I am a father. Except I heard the words, I just don’t remember.
Our baby.Ourbaby.
I blink through the instant head fog as I try to piece together anything about that night. But I was paralytic, and nausea churns in my stomach at the thought of how the conversation went.
I’m pregnant, Finn.
“Fuck,” I groan as I dig the heels of my palms into my eye sockets.
I don’t know what came after that, but from the way Maya just spat her words at me, I know it wasn’t nice…because I am not a nice person. I never have been, and I doubt I ever will be.
