Fighting for Love (Boston Love #2) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boston Love Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
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We walked for a bit in silence as snow slowly fell from the sky.

“Perfect,” Finn softly said.

“I love winter,” I said while Finn drew me in closer to him, wrapping his arm around me, the warmth of his body somehow making it through my winter coat.

“Me too. I always have. I thought you said fall was your favorite time of year.”

Smiling, I looked up at him. “I honestly think it’s whatever season we’re in. But fall and winter are tied for first place.”

He laughed and kissed my forehead.

We rounded the block, and I could see the blue lights from the Christopher Columbus Park trellis. “Oh, my goodness. Look at how beautiful the flurries look against the blue lights.”

“It is beautiful,” Finn replied.

As we walked closer, I swore I heard Flash barking. I stopped and tilted my head.

“What’s wrong?” Finn asked.

Shaking my head, I chuckled. “Nothing. I thought I heard Flash.”

I dropped my head back and looked up at the lights and held out my tongue to let the snowflakes fall on them. Giggling, I said, “I can’t wait to build snowmen with the baby.”

Finn had stopped walking, I assumed so I could enjoy myself and not trip over anyone or anything.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Bringing my eyes back to him, I grinned. “Neither can I, Finn. I’ve never been so happy.”

His hand lifted and he gently wiped my cheek. “Snowflake.”

Laughing, I placed my hand over his.

“Rory, I hope you know how happy you’ve made me these last few months. The idea that you’re carrying our baby…I can’t even begin to tell you how that makes me feel.”

“I feel the same,” I whispered.

“To say I’m happy doesn’t seem good enough. I feel like I’ve been walking on cloud nine since the day you first looked at me.”

My eyes filled with tears as I watched Finn drop to one knee. Covering my hands with my mouth, I attempted to control my sobs.

“F-Finn,” I choked out.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a blue velvet box. He snapped it open, and my eyes were immediately drawn to the beautiful cushion cut diamond, in the most gorgeous setting I’d ever seen. It sparkled as it caught the lights from the trellis. “Rory Ann Adams, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

Tears poured from my eyes while I tried to find my voice. Finn slipped the vintage-looking ring onto my finger. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I smiled so hard I was sure my cheeks would stay forever in that position.

Finn stood and kissed the back of my hand. “The ring was one of my grandmother’s. My dad gave it to me a few weeks ago.”

I glanced between the beautiful ring and the man I loved. “I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life, Finn.”

He cupped my face within his hands. “I know, because I had Regina and Paul film it!”

He kissed me, and I laughed against his mouth as Flash started jumping up on us.

“Damn mutt!” Finn called out as Flash pushed his way between us.

“Now the moment is perfect,” I said as I gazed into Finn’s eyes.

He nodded and replied, “To new beginnings.”

Trying to keep from crying again, I repeated his words. “To new beginnings.”

Three months later

I stood in the foyer and looked around.

My house.

Our house.

Grinning from ear to ear, I took it all in. The double iron doors led to a foyer that showcased a massive wood staircase. I imagined little kids running down the stairs to the formal living room in search of their Christmas presents or searching for Easter eggs.

Walking farther in, I made my way into the formal dining room. The massive fireplace was flanked by two bookshelves with glass doors. The paneling on the walls was beautiful, as was all the wood trim. All of it original to the house.

The guys had pretty much moved all the furniture in. The only thing left was the new washer and dryer we had bought.

My hand moved lazily over the old hickory wood table. It was beautiful. A large bench sat on one side, with four chairs sitting on the opposite side and two at each end.

“I think Christmas is going to be here at your place,” Harmony said, setting Presley in her little walker.

I smiled as she took off across the 126-year-old wood floors. Wes, Preston, and Finn had refinished all of the wood floors in the house and they looked beautiful. The only way to know the wide-plank floors were old was to see the wear patterns.

Grinning like a fool, I said, “That sounds like an awesome plan to me!”

Harmony walked up and warmed her hands by the fire. “There are so many fireplaces in this house. It’s amazing.”

“I know,” I replied. “The fact that the baby has a fireplace in his room scared me at first, but Finn promised to baby-proof it.”


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