Page 132 of One Last Time
Noah asked Finn’s permission to move in, and after that, they were bestfriends.
“Are you back for good?” Finnasks.
“Yup. I’m here forforever.”
His eyes meet mine on the last word, and Imelt.
Noah is myforever.
Noah is myalways.
Epilogue
Kristin
~ Eight Years Later ~
“Okay,we’re going to have a detailed plan so we can get through the whole park in one day,” Noah tells us while we lean against the car. “I’ve got the map and times when we’ll eat. This is going to beperfect!”
He’s out of his mind. I’m not sure why he thought Finn would want to come to a theme park—with his very uncool parents—for his birthday—but here we are. No amount of arguing would sway him. He swears this is the best giftpossible.
Not like Finn would much rather have my suggestion of acar.
Finn leans toward me and whispers, “He realizes I’m not a kid anymore,right?”
“Just pretend you are excited, and I’ll get you the car,” I sayconspiratorially.
My son perks up as if he’s suddenly very into this. “Yes, a plan would be great. I am super excited. We should not delay and waste time. Lead us away to our day of jubilee,” he says each word withsarcasm.
Jubilee? Really,Finn?
“Sell it better next time, dude.” I clap hisshoulder.
Noah sighs. “I thought you’d want to see the Harry Potterstuff.”
Sometimes he’s the most brilliant man in the world, others he’s clueless. Finn turned eighteen today, which I cried for a good hour over, and Noah wanted to surprise him. This morning, he woke the kidsat six in the morningwith a box for Finn. There’s no way the kid didn’t think they had car keys. The box was small and there was a Gryffindor lanyard wrapped aroundit.
Hell, I thought it was car keys, and I knew itwasn’t.
Finn’s face was priceless when he openedit.
Aubrey on the other hand blatantly laughed at him. However, the sun shines out of Noah’s ass, so she was overly excited just to try to get herway.
I see through her crap. Noah, not somuch.
I walk over and touch his cheek. “You tried, honey. It’s the thought thatcounts.”
“He used to love this stuff,” Noah huffs as we walk behind thekids.
“When he wasten!” Ilaugh.
“I like Harry Potter, and I’m not ten,” Noahretorts.
“Yes, but you act like youare.”
Noah growls and wraps his arms around my waist, rubbing his scruff against my neck. “I’ll give youten.”
“Noah!” I laugh and try to get out of his hold. “Stop! You’re ticklingme!”
