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“This visit was quick, but I need to get home,” I say, standing up.

“If you’re feeling up to it, how about we do a girls’ lunch tomorrow,” Ivy suggests.

I nod, slipping my phone into my purse. “I’d really like that.”

“I’ll pick you up around noon,” Gillian says.

We say our goodbyes, and I climb into my car. I sigh and rest my head back. I’m so tired. I rest my hand on my barely there belly, and as if by magic, I feel the baby move. I sit up straight as my eyes widen.

“Oh my God,” I whisper.

The tears are uncontrollable as I realize what an exciting moment this is, and I’m sitting here alone. I try to stop the tears, but I can’t. I drive home, wiping my eyes as I try to fight the overwhelming emotions.

I park in the driveway and look up at my beautiful new home. Staying at Finn’s old house had too many memories. It was time for something new. A new start for an unplanned future.

My tears have slowed down but still, a few escape as I walk in the door.

“Angel?”

I can’t help the tears as they begin all over again as I walk into the living room.

“Fuck, what’s wrong?” Finn asks.

I shake my head and sit down next to him. He wraps his strong arms around me, holding me tightly to him.

“Nothing. I’m just such an emotional mess all the fucking time,” I say, shaking my head.

“It’s the hormones, angel,” he says, kissing the top of my head.

I lift my eyes to him and smile. “The baby just moved.”

His eyes widen, and he pulls back, moving his hands to rest on my belly. “I fucking missed it,” he whispers.

“It’ll happen again,” I say, looking at his hands on me.

“I’m fucking tired of sitting around,” he says, lifting his eyes to me but keeping his hands on my stomach.

I lean over and press a soft kiss to his inviting lips. “The doctor said if your next visit is good, you can go back to normal activities. Just a few more days,” I say.

“Normal activities, huh,” he says, lifting an eyebrow.

I laugh as he leans over, kissing me with a force that has my body reacting immediately. It’s been far too long since we’ve had sex. Don’t get me wrong, my man has talented fingers, but until his leg is completely healed, we’ve had to refrain from sex.

It’s killing us both.

He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. “Remember we were talking the other night about always being honest with each other?”

My brows dip, and I nod. After everything we’ve been through, I can’t imagine what he could possibly need to tell me.

“I talked to my mom today,” he whispers.

I sit up straight, pushing him off me. “How’d it go?”

“It was fine. She’s doing really good in rehab, and they said we’re allowed to visit next month. Don’t feel like you need to go, but I think I do,” he says.

When we thought we were going to lose him, I reached out to his mom. I know they didn’t have that great of a relationship, but I thought she should know. When she saw him lying in the hospital bed, she broke down. She promised to get clean if he pulled through, and she kept that promise. He’s still uncertain, but I do see the hope in his eyes.

“Of course, I’m going to go with you,” I say, smiling.

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