Fighting for Love (Boston Love 2)

A warmth filled my chest as I watched Finn and Preston running from Presley, and Harmony locked arms with me.

The road to this moment hadn’t been all that long, but it had been bumpy at times.

I hadn’t even had to worry about going back to work, even with us purchasing a five-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath house on ten acres outside of Salem. Between Finn and me, we had saved twice the amount we needed for the down payment. Clare teased us for being overachievers.

Teaching was still on my radar, but I was content to put it on the back burner for now and to help Wes and Finn with the business—and to prepare to be a mom.

“How did we get so lucky, Harmony?”

She smiled.

“I don’t know, but I’ll never take it for granted.”

A small flutter moved in the pit of my stomach. I froze.

Harmony slowly turned to me. Her grin grew wider.

“You felt him!”

Sinking my teeth into my lip, I nodded. “You felt him!” she screamed out. Presley followed her mother’s example and screamed as well. Except she did it as loud and for as long as she could.

From across the room, our gazes met. Finn looked so incredibly happy that I couldn’t help but giggle.

He slowly made his way over to me. His hands cupped my face and he gazed lovingly into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered before kissing me softly.

Reaching for his arms, I held on while he took me to that place no one else could.

“How did I get so lucky in my life?” he asked while his lips trailed along my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin.

“I could ask the same question.”

He searched my face. “We’re getting married in two weeks.”

The corners of my mouth rose into a full-on smile. “I can’t wait. Just the three of us.”

Finn placed his hand over the baby. “You’re sure you’re happy about the location, and it just being us?”

“Yes. I don’t want a big fancy wedding that will be over in minutes. The only thing I want is to become your wife under the lights of the trellis where you proposed to me.”

“I like the sound of that.”

Drawing me closer to his body, Finn’s eyes captured mine. “You know, I’ve never asked you: What made you fall in love with me?”

Grinning, I reached up on my toes and replied, “You fell asleep at a union meeting while my father was talking. How could I resist that? And you had a dog.”

Finn threw his head back and laughed. “How romantic! At a union meeting.”

“Yes. And when did you fall in love with me?” I asked.

“That’s easy. It was when you gagged at the sight of my blood.”

I covered my mouth as the memory hit me.

Finn chuckled. Moving his lips to my ear, he nibbled on my earlobe. “Tell me you love me, Rory.”

My head dropped, giving him access to my neck. “I love you, Finn.”