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I’m also having a baby that’ll be here in less than nine months.
I had no idea how far along I was, so I definitely needed to go see someone and start planning for the future.
“Well, I’ll grab my truck and help you move your things over,” my father said as he pushed to stand and leaned over to kiss my cheek.
“Moving is so not my thing.” Olivia shivered dramatically. “I’ve got to prep for an interview, anyway.”
“I hardly have that much to move over. I didn’t bring a ton to Finn’s house.”
My chest squeezed at the mention of his name. It was the first day in a while that I didn’t wake up to his handsome face. To his smile. To taking a ride down to the water right after we got up and moving.
“You’re leaving Millie over there?” my mom asked. She’d been unusually quiet since I’d come home last night, which meant she was stewing, trying not to fire off rapid questions and have me shut her down. Or maybe Alana had told her Finn and I were taking a break. I wasn’t offering anything up because I wasn’t totally sure what would happen over the next few weeks.
“Yep. I’ll go ride her every day before work. I’m going to head over there now and take her out. I’ll meet you there in an hour?” I asked my father.
“I’ll be there, sweetheart.”
I grabbed my keys and my coat and made my way out to my car. I drove around the corner and pulled over, letting the tears fall again.
I cried for all that was unknown about my future.
I cried because I missed Finn.
I cried because I’d made a real mess of everything.
I cried because it crushed me that he thought I’d go back to Carl.
I cried because I was having a baby with the man I loved, and I didn’t know how to tell him.
And then I reached into my purse and pulled out some tissue and cleaned myself up.
You’ve got this.
* * *
One week had passed, and it felt like an eternity. But every single day, I received a text message the minute I opened my eyes, and they continued to come in throughout the day.
Every single day, there was a photo of me and Finn at different stages of our lives.
Together.
Always together.
I hearted each of the texts as they came in, but I hadn’t responded. I wanted to give him his time to figure out what he wanted. I wasn’t going to tell him how much I missed him right now. How I cried myself to sleep every night. How my body ached for him. How I missed his touch. His laugh. His smile. Hell, I missed the way he smelled.
How twisted was that?
I sat at my desk and scrolled through all the photos and the texts that had come through this week.
Monday
Chewy
I miss your face.
Chewy
I dreamed about you last night. About your body and the little sounds you make when you’re pressed against me, sleeping.
