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You’re safe there, Cara, I promise. Finn and his family will protect you.
Me
But what if they can’t?
Seamus
They will. Just try and relax, okay? It’s not good for you or the baby to be so stressed.
I’ll be there in a couple of days. Just do as you’re told, okay?
Me
Okay. I promise.
And, Seamus… thank you x
I throw my phone onto the bed, knowing he won’t reply, and I grab my things to take a quick shower before heading down to grab a little something for breakfast.
A little while later, I’m standing in the hallway, watching Finn busy in the kitchen, blue jeans low on his hips, his bare feet lightly padding around the stone floor as he moves about, cooking and checking his laptop at the same time. His bare back is showing off his tattoos––a grim reaper with wings that span the top half and across his shoulders. The wings look like they are folding over something, as if adding a protective cover. There is writing under the wings that I can’t make it out, but one side seems fresher. I move to get a closer look, but I’m startled when Finn speaks.
“Come get your breakfast, princess, you need to eat.”
I walk into the kitchen, trying to act casual, as though I wasn’t just staring at him, but I see the smirk on his face as I climb onto the seat at the island.
The kitchen is large and bright, despite the dark grey units. There is a range oven set between benches against a brick wall.
The counter tops are light grey marble, and the sink is dark granite, sunken into the island. It’s a beautiful kitchen, and Finn seems really happy in here.
He places a plate down in front of me, along with a cup of coffee. “Here, Irish eggs with bacon and decaf coffee. Would you like any fruit or juice?”
“Thank you, I can grab some water––”
“I got it. You eat.”
I watch as he grabs me a bottle of water from the fridge, handing me it and leaning on the island countertop. His stare is intense, his eyes fixed on my face. I can’t read what he’s thinking, and it’s making me nervous. “Is everything okay?”
“You tell me. You were pretty upset last night. Care to tell me why?”
“Want to tell me why you were in my room in the middle of the night?” I counter.
He stares at me a for a minute, something flashing through his eyes that I can’t quite read. “When I came back up to bed last night, I heard you whimpering… you seemed pretty distressed, so I assumed you were awake. I knocked but you didn’t answer, and the whimpering only got worse. I was concerned.”
He takes a long drink of his coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. “When I entered your room, you were tossing and turning. I figured you might sleep better with your jacket off and a blanket covering you. Now do you want to tell me what has you so upset?”
I drop my fork onto the plate and sigh. “I was given two choices, marry you or abort the baby and marry José. I’m sure you feel trapped by this, and I know I do––”
“You feel trapped?”
“I’m not allowed to make my own choices, other than the two that were presented to me, so yes, I do feel a little trapped. If I had a choice, I’d be doing this alone…”
He moves so quickly I barely have time to react as his hand grips the back of my neck. He tilts my head, forcing me to look up at him, his bare chest pushing into my side. “Let me make something crystal clear… that baby you’re carrying is mine, aborting it was never an option, nor is you doing it alone, so you can get that shit out of your head right now. You need to learn to accept feeling trapped, because the moment you fell pregnant, you became mine. You’re stuck with me, princess, whether you like it or not.”
His grip eases slightly and he leans down, his lips millimetres from mine, and for a split second, I think he’s going to kiss me. “I need to go to the club, eat your breakfast, and do not leave this house.”
He lets go and walks away, but just as he reaches the stairs, I yell at his back, “You can’t keep me locked up in here, Finn. If I want to leave, I will.”
“Don’t test me, princess. You will stay in this house until I get back.” He doesn’t even look back, he just continues up the stairs to get ready.
