Page 70 of A Hard Fit

“Finn! I was going to save that.” Luka opened the box, shaking his head. He pulled out a pale pink cable-knit sweater with a huge smile. “Oh… It’s gorgeous! I love it! Thank you so much!”

“Thought it would look good on you,” Finn said.

“I feel bad because I didn’t get you anyth—Kidding, yes, I did!” Luka reached under his desk and handed Finn a gift bag with gold tissue poking out.

“I thought the rule was gifts for Secret Santas only?” Finn teased.

Luka grinned. “Shut up and open it.”

They both cackled when Finn pulled out another cable-knit sweater, but this one in British racing green.

“Thanks, man. I love it.”

“Clearly, we both have excellent taste.” Luka set aside his sweater, face growing serious. “So, you’re finally meeting the rest of Rory’s family… Are you nervous?”

Finn groaned. The Christmas Eve gathering at the Barretts’ loomed. “No.”

“Ha!”

Finn glowered at him. “Fine. I’m nervous as fuck, all right?”

“It’s going to be great. You can wear your new sweater! And just be yourself.”

Finn huffed in amusement as his insides swirled. “Be myself, surrounded by Rory’s whole fucking family? Right. What could go wrong?”

“Okay, well…be yourself but maybe don’t swear as much.”

Finn sighed. “That’s what Rory said, too. Fuck.”

* * * *

They woke up late on Christmas Eve, Rory plastered to Finn’s back, arm over his waist. Finn wiggled around and planted a kiss on Rory’s forehead.

“Morning,” Rory mumbled.

“Morning.” Finn ran his fingers down Rory’s arm and sighed.

Rory nuzzled him. “What’s up?”

“Can we just stay here all day?” Finn asked.

Rory lifted their head to look at the clock. “We’re supposed to be at my parents’ in an hour.” But their hand drifted down from Finn’s hip and took him in a firm grip.

Finn growled as he pulled Rory closer. “Give me five minutes then.”

Rory smirked. “Make it ten.”

* * * *

“Are you nervous?” Rory asked, chewing a fingernail as they pulled to a stop at the top of the driveway.

Today’s brunch was at least limited to Rory’s immediate family. The extended family would descend tomorrow for Christmas Day. Finn was still fucking terrified. “A little. Are you?”

“No.” Rory smiled broadly as they climbed out of the truck. “They’re all going to love you.”

“Finn!” someone bellowed, flinging open the door before they were even up the step. Griffin, huge smile on his face, bounded down the step in his sock feet and threw his arms around Finn.

“Hey, Griffin,” Finn said, embarrassed at the attention, while Rory beamed at them both. “How’s it going?”

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