Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

“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.”

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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.”

“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 this.

“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.

“Finn darling, you don’t have to do that. I’ve already talked to Rick. He’s not going to threaten you or your job. There is no reason to walk away from what you love,” said my mother.

Gazing down at me with the most adoring look in his eyes, Finn winked at me. “I’m not walking away from what I love. I’m walking toward it.”

For the first time in my life, I felt completely and utterly wrapped in a blanket of pure bliss. My hand rested on my stomach. It was our little secret for now. One that tied us together in the most beautiful way imaginable.

“Wait. Did you say ‘fiancée?’?” my father choked.

Finn had asked me to marry him over a shared bowl of grape Jell-O three hours ago. I cried, of course, then said yes. It was spontaneous, just like Finn. And I thought it was perfect. But if I knew him, he would have something else planned within the next few days.

“Finn asked me to marry him, and I said yes.”