Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and went back to my task. “How tight do I put the tabs?”

When he didn’t answer me, I turned to him. He was totally mesmerized by Presley.

“When we have babies, I hope they get your blue eyes.”

My heart dropped and my body completely froze.

Tears built in my eyes as his words settled in my heart. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him everything. Tell him I wanted him to stop being a firefighter. Tell him I wanted to live the rest of my life with him and give him as many children as he wanted.

Instead. I pushed the heartache away. “Um, how…how tight should I make it?”

He reached over and looked at the diaper. “I wouldn’t make it too tight. Kind of like how you do with Flash’s collar.”

“What? You do realize you just compared a diaper to a collar.”

He had a point, though.

“Yeah. Here, move over. Let me do it.”

I stepped to the side to let him take care of it. My emotions were all over the place as I took in a few deep breaths.

Finn had mentioned kids.

Kids with me.

Our kids.

My father’s deadline loomed in the air, making it hard for me to breathe.

“There! Let’s put new clean pj’s back on you, shall we, princess?”

I attempted to keep my chin from trembling.

I wanted a future with this man. A family. A life full of memories. But I was too afraid to tell him the truth. Too afraid he would walk away from his dream because of my father’s hate.

Turning, I walked to the window and gazed at the moonlight peeking through the tree branches. The light barely lit up the colored leaves that adorned the front yard.

“Hey, are you okay?”

I prayed for strength. Forcing a smile, I spun around and looked at Finn and Presley.

“Never better. How do we get her to go back to sleep?”

Finn’s eyes drifted to my chest.

“Uh, I don’t know how to tell you this…but…you’ve got shit all over your shirt.”

My eyes snapped down to my shirt. “What? How?”

When I looked up, Finn was frowning. “That’s nasty.”

Flash barked, causing me to jump and Presley to start laughing.

“I think you packed another of my T-shirts in the bag. I’ll go grab it.”

“Well, just be here in the room. Dancing. I’m guessing that’s what princesses do when they’re tired.”

Thud.