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“Here’s your peppermint latte,” I said.
Finn’s eyes snapped up as soon as he heard my voice and I saw a muscle throb in his jaw.
“Oh, there you are, asshole,” he snarled, and his hands closed into fists as he stalked toward me.
But he had a right to be pissed. After all, for months I had been trying to win back the woman he loved.
And he had just met his baby for the first time. I didn’t want to ruin the big day.
So I just stood there and let him hit me.
“Don’t spill the coffee,” I said, holding it far away right before Finn’s massive fist landed directly on my eye.
Fuck, he had a massive reach and it stung, my eye instantly swelling closed.
“Stop!” Indi said sharply. “That’s enough, Finn.”
“Thanks for the coffee,” she said to me.
I would’ve rather died than stress Indi out after she had just given birth by demanding she choose between us.
“I’ve—got to go get Julian,” I said. “Just text me if you need anything.”
And then I left them there together.
Dad, Julian, and I went to an AirBnb in town for the week. I knew Finn would have to go back to his tour, but I was sure he’d be back as soon as he could. Indi said he planned to buy some massive mansion in town so he could be close to their daughter.
I could tell he was going to be a good dad.
What if Indi decided to marry him after all?
Just becausewehad fucking amazing mind-blowing sex didn’t mean she was going to choose me.
After all, Finn had never cheated. He had never betrayed her. He had never been so stupid as to divorce her.
I had to accept that she probably wasn’t going to choose me.
But I didn’t want to accept it, and I only went through the motions of each day, doing what needed to be done to feed and take care of my dad and brother, suspended in uncertainty, frozen with fear of losing her.
After a week was up, I got a text.
“Ambrose,” it said. “We need to talk.”
Shit, I thought I knew what that meant. My stomach sunk.
But, even still, I was desperately excited to see her.
The snow was gently falling as Julian and I drove through the streets to Applewood, and my brother was still asleep as I hauled his carrier inside.
I had agonized over my outfit, ironing my shirt over and over, picking a paisley-printed tie to go with my powder blue collared shirt.
“Come in,” I heard Indi’s musical voice, and my heart ached at how lovely and glowing she looked sitting on the couch with her baby in her arms.
“Want to hold Aoife?” she asked as I put Julian’s carrier down.
“Of course I do,” I said, even though I felt like throwing up from the nerves. “Let me just check one thing.”
I looked hastily in the laundry room. Yep, sure enough, the baskets were piled high with dirty clothes. I threw a quick load in and dumped a hasty cupful of baby-friendly detergent, then washed my hands.
