Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

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 folks 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.

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 of the wood trim. All of it original to the house.

The guys had pretty much moved all of 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.

“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.”

Harmony laughed. “And if he is anything like Preston, he will adult-proof it as well.”

My mother walked into the room and set a box on the dining room table. “Darling, I’m going to see if Clare needs any help in the kitchen.”

I nodded, then asked, “Mom?”

She stopped walking and faced me. “Yes?”