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“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
He shook his head. “No, Éan. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let my anger get between us. I swear to you I’ll never let that happen again.”
Reaching up, he wiped my tears away.
“Thirsty.”
He stood and poured a cup of water and stuck a straw in it. He placed the straw at my lips and I drank the whole cup.
When he sat back down, I started talking. I needed to get it all out while I could.
“My father threatened your job if I didn’t break things off with you. I was so confused. I didn’t want you to resent me for the rest of our lives over that, but I knew if I told you the truth you would quit so we could be together, and I couldn’t have lived with that.” I started to cry. “It about killed me to walk away like that…knowing I was hurting you. I swear to you, if you forgive me I will never hurt you again.”
Kissing my lips again, he whispered, “I love you, Rory.”
A sob escaped as I spoke. “I love you, Finn.”
Finn placed his hand on the side of my face. I leaned into it and felt the warmth flow from his body to mine.
“When Preston told me you had been taken to the hospital, I swore I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. I’m so sorry I walked away from you earlier. The only thing I could think about when Preston was driving here was how I was going to pull you into my arms and tell you how much I loved you. How you’re the only woman I’ve ever seen a future with. I hope you feel the same way, Éan.”
I nodded. “I do. That night, when we watched Presley, you made a comment that I wanted desperately to ask you about.”
He lifted a brow. “Oh God.”
I looked directly into his eyes. Swallowing hard, I spoke. “When you were holding Presley, you said you hoped our baby would be as beautiful as Presley. Have you thought about kids?”
He nodded. “I have.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Smiling, I replied, “Me, too.”
He lifted a brow. “How soon?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not in a rush. We can figure all that out later. For now, I just want to be with you.”
Finn kissed me again, then spoke against my lips. “Éan, I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a surprise. And the best kind of surprise.”
I was drunk on happiness and was positive nothing else he could say would ever top his thinking about having a baby with me.
“What’s that?” I asked with a huge grin on my face.
“You’ve only got me for about eight months. Then you’re going to have to share.”
Giving him a confused look, I asked, “What do you mean?”
He looked deep into my eyes, and I felt myself lost in a sea of emerald green.
“Éan, listen to me, sweetheart. We’re going to be parents.”
My mouth opened to say something, but the only thing that came out was, “What?”
Laughing, he nodded. “You’re about three or four weeks pregnant.”
What was this emotion I was feeling? Elation? Excitement? Fear? Shock?
“I’m…I’m what?” Finn reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He dropped my hand and unfolded it. Turning it, I saw the picture and started to cry. A warm and fuzzy feeling rushed through my veins.
“We’re pregnant.”
The picture was blurry as I tried to focus on it through my tears. “It looks like a blob!”
Finn chuckled. “That’s our baby.”
Darting my eyes from Finn to the picture and back to Finn, I repeated his words. “Our baby.”
Finn kissed me again. The kiss was filled with excitement and passion.
When he sat back down and gazed into my eyes, he wore a huge grin. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
“What does it mean?” I asked.
“Flash is going to be pissed when we tell him we’re bringing home a baby in eight months.”
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There was a light knock on the hospital door. “Come in,” I softly called out.
My mother poked her head in and smiled. “Hey.”
“Hi, Mom.”
When my father walked in, my smile dropped. Finn stood and took my hand in his.
“How are you feeling, darling?” my mother asked, making her way to my side.
“I’m fine. My rib hurts a bit. The doctor said I must have hit it when I fainted. But it’s only slightly bruised.”
Clearing his throat, my father looked at Finn, then me. “I’m glad it wasn’t anything serious.”
Finn squeezed my hand.
“Colton scared us to death,” my mother said, “but luckily by the time he got to our house Clare had called and said you had just fainted from low blood sugar and they were keeping you overnight for observation. Honey, you have to make sure you’re eating healthy. If you’re not taking care of yourself then you’re going to run into—”
