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“Finn?” He called into the apartment, moving through the lounge room and waiting to hear from which direction her voice came.

A guttural sound of frustration met his ears. He smothered a smile as he chased after it. Finn was standing in the middle of a bedroom, her face pink, her hair in disarray, her

hands planted on her hips.

The room had been an ongoing project. For weeks she’d been toiling in it, decorating it, making so many changes in that time that Caradoc barely recognised it.

“Hey,” he propped his shoulder against the door, his smile unfurling over his face with intense happiness. He’d had a long day, and he’d missed her.

“Hey,” she responded, her eyes meeting his. Despite her annoyance, an answering smile tingled her lips.

“This looks good,” he murmured, ignoring the crumpled bed linen and the pictures which had been taken down from the walls and rested against the computer desk.

She made a noise that was a cross between a laugh and a cry. “It looks like a tip.”

He laughed and she shook her head.

“Don’t laugh! This is a nightmare!”

“You’re getting way too worried about this.”

“Were there any boxes in the hall?” She asked responding, crossing to him and kissing his cheek as an afterthought.

He kept his hands on her hips. “No.”

“No?” She squeezed her eyes shut. “They were meant to arrive today. The concierge said he’d bring them up if anything …”

“Relax, Finn. There are more than enough books in here for a short stay.”

“It’s three weeks! I need it to be perfect.” She smiled weakly. “I want it to be perfect.”

“It will be.”

“Maddie’s just going to be thrilled to see you. Nothing else is going to matter.”

Finn shook her head again. “This is a really big deal, Caradoc. It’s the first time Elizabetta has let her stay with us for more than a night. I want her to love it. I want her to know she’s welcome so she wants to come back and stay again. When we have kids, she’s going to be their aunt; their only aunt. And I want her to feel welcome. And a part of that.”

Caradoc nodded slowly. “She will. Speaking of which? How are you feeling?”

Finn’s smile was euphoric. “About that? Fine. I mean, it’s still early. I don’t think we should get too excited.”

He nodded, but his smile was beaming. “You’re not excited?”

And at the happiness on his face, she couldn’t help but return it. “Of course I am.”

“And the doctor says you have no reason to think anything’s going to go wrong.”

“I know.” She bit on her lower lip. “It’s just … it’s all too perfect. I never dreamed life would turn out like this.”

“Didn’t you?” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her forehead.

“I feel selfish.” She wrapped her hands around his back and felt his strength and warmth. “Just having found you is more than enough. I love you so much. How can we possibly blessed with a child? It is selfish. The happiness I feel …”

“Is nowhere near what you deserve. For the rest of your life, I will never be able to give you enough to make you as happy as you deserve to be.” He rested his cheek against the top of her head and the promise he made was to himself, as much as to her. “But I’m going to try. Every day.”

THE END

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