Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 593(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
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 in the hell was the emotion rushing through me? 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. It just looked like a little blob. But it was the most beautiful blob I’d ever seen. 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.”
When I laughed I instantly stopped and cried out in pain.
“Oh yeah, you also bruised your ribs when you passed out.”
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—”
I closed my eyes and looked away from them both. “Mom, stop.”
Finn’s thumb moved gently across my skin. Almost as if he was attempting to keep me calm.
Finn finally broke the silence. “The one thing the doctor said she doesn’t need is stress. She needs to relax.”
“Then maybe you should leave,” my father barked out.
“Rick!” my mother said with a harshness to her voice. “Maybe you should leave, Rick.”
“I’m not leaving, sir. Ever. And if this is where you want to do this, then so be it. But I love your daughter and she loves me, and there will never be anything you can do about that.”
I turned to face my parents. My father’s face was turning red. I took in a slow deep breath and decided to let Finn handle it.
“You really think you’re good enough for my daughter?”
Turning, my eyes landed on Finn’s handsome face. He shook his head while lifting the left corner of his mouth into a slight smile. “No sir, I don’t. I honestly don’t know what she sees in me. But what I do know is that I plan on loving her until the day I take my last breath. That I will do whatever I can within my power to make her happy. Tell her every day how much I love her and appreciate her. Thank God for her every single morning when I wake and when I close my eyes at night. What I will never do is hurt her.”
A tear slowly trailed down my cheek. My heart couldn’t have been filled with any more happiness.
“And before you attempt to threaten my fiancée with my job, I’ll take that option away from you right now. I quit.”
The sharp intake of air from both of my parents sounded like it bounced off each wall and circled back around.