Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

He motioned for me to follow him. Turning to Preston and Clare, I flashed them a huge grin. “I’m going to be a dad!”

Clare did a weird laugh-cry thing and Preston shook my hand. “Congratulations, Finn. Wait until Mom finds out.”

I laughed. “Listen, would you guys mind keeping the baby a secret for right now? I’m not sure how many people Rory will want to know, and with her being not very far along and all…”

They both nodded. “Of course we won’t say anything, Finn. Until you and Rory decide it’s time to announce it, we’ll be locked lips.”

I leaned down and kissed Clare on the cheek. “Thank you, Clare.”

Spinning on my heels, I jogged to catch up with the doctor.

We stopped outside of room 306. “Here ya go. Congratulations, Dad.”

Tears filled my eyes. “Thank you, sir. I’m not going to lie—I’m completely surprised.”

He threw his head back in a loud laugh.

“Babies are the best kind of surprise, son.”

After a quick slap on my back, he walked down the hall.

Pushing the door open, I walked into the room. Rory was sleeping peacefully, with a slight smile on her face. I made my way to a chair, quietly picked it up, and placed it next to her. Then I took Rory’s hand and gently kissed the back of it.

She moved a bit, then mumbled something. My heart dropped when she whispered my name.

“Finn.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I felt a tear fall, and finally let go of the emotions I had been holding back.

“I’m here, Éan. I’m here.”

Chapter 51

Rory

A new life

I could feel him in the room before I even opened my eyes. My hand felt warm and I could hear his breathing.

Please don’t be a dream.

Peeking my right eye open, I saw Finn. Both eyes opened and I locked on to him at the side of the bed. He was holding my hand and was face-planted on the bed.

I tried to swallow, but it felt like I had cotton in my throat. Forcing the word out, I spoke his name. “F-Finn.”

His head popped up, and he looked directly at me. “Rory,” he whispered before getting up and pressing his lips to mine. I moaned softly as he deepened the kiss. My heart felt light again and every nerve ending in my body tingled. When he drew back, I groaned in protest.

“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.