Page 28 of Finn's Future

Maria hummed loudly from the floor like she didn’t believe a damn word coming out of my mouth.

I dragged a hand down my face. “Church starts in five,” I reminded everyone.

Lucy grinned. “Go on then, biker boy.”

I flipped her off automatically before moving towards the bathroom door. I used the toilet and checked myself out in the mirror as I washed my hands, trying to calm myself after dealing with the prospect.

I left the room and was met by Lucy’s smirk, which I ignored.

As I passed Kate, I rested my hand briefly against her lower back to move her out of my path. Still, the second my hand touched her, Kate looked up at me, and suddenly the room felt too damn warm.

I removed my hand as though I’d been burned and looked at everywhere but her. “Hopefully, I won’t be long. Then we can take the truck back home.”

I ducked out of the door, closing it behind me and hurried down the stairs towards the war room. Back home? Why had I said that? It was my house, not theirs.

“Finn, get in here,” Reaper called, ending my reflection on what my words meant.

Chapter 12

Kate

Noah was getting grumpy by the time church ended, so Lucy drove me back to Finn’s place with Maria in the passenger seat and Noah asleep beside me in his car seat.

The roads were dark and quiet while the truck heater hummed around us.

“You should’ve seen Finn’s face when Maria mentioned the changing station,” Lucy said suddenly, grinning at me through the mirror.

Maria snorted. “That man looked genuinely confused about why babies needed furniture beyond a cot.”

Lucy laughed. “He actually asked, ‘Can’t you just change him on the bed?’”

“In fairness,” Maria replied, “men are idiots.”

“Especially ours,” Lucy muttered.

A smile tugged at my mouth before I could stop it. “It was really kind of him to get it, and the cot.” Maria and Lucy shared a look, but I wasn’t sure what it meant and didn’t want to ask.

When we pulled into the driveway, light spilled from the upstairs windows.

Lucy frowned slightly as she opened the truck door. “Why’s it so quiet?”

Then something heavy crashed overhead. Followed immediately by, “Hold it straight!”

“I am holding it straight!”

“It says two goes into four, but it doesn’t fit.”

Maria sighed deeply. “Ah, the prospects found the instructions.”

Lucy climbed out of the truck. “Lord, give me patience.”

I carefully lifted Noah from his car seat while Maria grabbed the baby bag. The second we stepped inside, more swearing echoed from upstairs.

“Why are there extra screws?”

“Because you skipped step three!”

“I didn’t skip step three!”