Page 6 of Irish Eyes

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I don’t give a shit if he spits all over me. I’m fascinated. His dark blond hair sticks up like he’s stuck his fingers in a socket. His ruddy little cheeks are covered with slobber and whatever the hell he had for breakfast, but he’s got to be the most perfect little man I’ve ever seen.

My heart swells with pride and love. This is what I’ve been missing. My eyes dart to where Candy’s watching me nervously. Candy and this little boy are my new reason for living. Now all I have to do is convince her that she wants to settle down with me. That I love her and forgive her for ghosting me.

That we’re meant to be. All three of us are forever. A family unit that I have every intention of making permanent as soon as possible.

Edison and I turn to her and I stand, walking over to her. Then I hug her stiff body.

“You should have told me, Candy. But I’m listening now.”

She nods and eyes me uncertainly. “Let’s sit down and eat and I’ll tell you what happened.”



Isit down and Finn carries Edison over to the table with him, sitting down and bouncing him on his knee. Edison gurgles happily, waving his little pudgy arms.

“You can put him back down, you know,” I tell him.

He sighs and shakes his head. “I’m good.” He pulls his coffee over and carefully opens it, keeping it out of Edison’s reach. He’s so cautious and careful with his son that my heart physically hurts. I rub my chest and then open the bakery bags, my eyebrows climbing up.

“Did you buy everything they had?” I ask, laughing as I get a large plate and dump everything on it. “You must be starved.”

He shrugs. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I bought a little of everything.”

That soft dip in my tummy starts again. Like I’m riding a rollercoaster.

“I’m not picky, especially with baked goods,” I laugh wryly. “That’s where I got these from.” I run my hands over my wide hips and thick thighs.

His emerald eyes burn with hunger. My breath stalls in my chest. “I like all your new curves, Candy. You’re fucking sexy as hell.”

My eyes dart away and I laugh breathlessly. “I wasn’t asking for a compliment, Finn. But I know what I look like.”

He shakes his dark head, still bouncing Edison absently. “I don’t think you do. But that’s for another time. For now…tell me what happened.”

I sigh and pick up a cherry danish, biting into it hungrily and moaning when the sweet-tart taste hits my tongue. I look up to find Finn’s eyes locked on my lips, his own parting to lick his full lips hungrily.

My heart jumps and then my pussy clenches hard. I can feel the wetness seeping into my plain cotton panties.

“It’s actually a pretty short story. I was working towards getting a job with a newspaper but I went out that night to blow off a little steam. When I met you, I thought you were exactly what I needed. What we both seemed to need.”

“You think all I wanted from you was a good time, beautiful?” His eyes harden to green glass and I wince.

“That sounds really bad. I didn’t know what to think. I’ve never felt like I felt with you.” I honestly thought after we scratched that itch that the feeling would go away. But it didn’t. Instead I regretted it as soon as I left. And I regretted it every second of the last couple of years.

He nods his head and lifts a fussing Edison up to pat his little back while he waits for me to continue. Edison sighs and closes his eyes, settling into Finn’s big hands like he’s found a safe space. His cheek rests on his shoulder and his back moves lightly under Finn’s tanned, calloused hand.

I know that feeling. When we were together, I felt like I was right where I was supposed to be. Like this gorgeous man was my home.

And that scared the hell out of me. Still scares me. Because instead of fading, the feelings got stronger.

I clear my throat and glance down, twisting my fingers in my lap. “I know it doesn’t make it better but I assumed that you wouldn’t want me to stay. So I left.” I shrug. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Not at all. But two days after I left you, my mother passed away. It was sudden and unexpected.”

His hand reaches out to touch mine where it’s still twisting in my lap. “I’m sorry, angel. That must have been hard.”

I nod my head. “Yeah. It was. And I was so steeped in grief that I didn’t realize until about four months later that I didn’t have my period.”

“No morning sickness?” he asks me.

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