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My voice automatically softened when I saw that look. I didn't want to fight with him, I wanted to mend our relationship not decimate it. "You must be fucking delusional if you think I don't trust you or expect the best from you. If you don't think every woman who isn't trying to have a baby yet finds herself pregnant doesn't for a split second question how this will affect her relationship, then you're an idiot."

"Finn, I tell you things I don't even want to admit to myself. If that doesn't prove the depth of my faith in you than I don't know what does. I was scared because I didn't want to lose you. I went to that twisted place in my mind and I expected the worst. But I know you're a million times a better person than that. I know that."

"And I wasn't freaking out just because of you. I was worried about this whole pregnancy thing in general. Calling Jameson was the best option in the moment because he had nothing to do with the situation. Griffin, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone and I'd trust you with my life. I would never dream of having a child with someone other than you."

Every word of what I spoke was true. I never wanted kids. If Andy had gotten me pregnant I would have gotten an abortion. We didn't have the type of love that I wanted. I didn't want to raise a kid with him. But Finn.

Finn made me want my own family. Now that I was pregnant, I could see us with a family. I could see myself holding our newborn child. I could see Finn rocking him or her in his arms. All his love and devotion going into me and our child. It made me weak in the knees.

"I'm sorry." Finn murmured. His eyes were soft now. "I-I've never been in your situation and I jumped to a conclusion. I was just shocked because I would give everything for you and I saw that hesitation in your actions but I know it's not true. I know you were just stressed out."

Finn's hand reached up to caress my cheek. His softly calloused hand cradled my face. Years of stick work had made its mark on his hands. I had them too. "Having this baby with you is the most beautiful thing in my life."

My teeth closed down on my bottom lip as I grinned like the Cheshire Cat. Finn was a master with words. I couldn't resist kissing him, so I did. Finn kissed me back gently before our lips parted but out foreheads stayed connected. "I'm scared as fuck but knowing your with me makes me feel a million times better. This baby will be the best thing in the world." I murmured. Finn's lips tipped up in a smile, his dimples coming to light.

Finn leaned back on the bed, tucking his arms behind his head. His arm muscles flexed deliciously. I took the opportunity to lean back, my head resting on his arm and my body pressed against him. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" Finn asked while we looked up at the white ceiling.

I smirked. "It's a boy. One hundred and ten percent." I paused, imagining the future, when our baby turned into a teen. "It better be a boy or that poor girl. I'm going to be that psycho overprotective mom." I laughed. I couldn't imagine my daughter going through what I did, and try as I might, there would always be an overprotective tug in me. It didn't mean I wouldn't let her do things that I did, but I would worry more than normal. It would have to be an internal thing for both of our sakes.

"I think it's a boy too. I hope we have a girl after. That would be adorable."

"We're definitely having two. I don't want to have an only child. It's depressing." I pouted. It was lonely. I wished I had a built in best friend. Or a built in enemy. Either one worked, in all honesty. Finn could understand, he was raised the same way.

"Preaching to the choir." Finn muttered. I didn't remind him that he had half siblings in New York. It wasn't the time to bring that up. I still believed he should at least meet them, but I would respect his choice.

The idea of family brought my mother into my mind. I missed her. It's fair to say my childhood would be very different had she lived longer. I had a feeling Finn would be different too. I was desperate to give this baby two happy parents. It would work. It had too.

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"Think he'll be a sports player or a nerd?" Finn joked, lifting my slightly hindered mood.

"Is both an answer? My kid better be a lacrosse player or I'm going to torture him with it. Look at us; It's in this kids blood." I gestured at my stomach and laughed.

"So you're going to be that parent. God, maybe you should get a job and I'll be the stay at home Dad. For the kids sanity." Finn laughed and I elbowed his ribs lightly.

"I swear if I raise a baseball player, I'm jumping of a bridge. He could be a gamer for all I care but I refuse to be a baseball mom." Finn snorted at the sentiment. Baseball was boring. It's the last sport I would watch, including Golf. That was saying something. "Does this mean we get a show on tv now? Teen mom? Rattled? Unexpected?" I listed off in a mocking manner.

Finn scoffed. "No way. Those people don't have their shit together. Besides, you're pushing it if you want to be on teen mom."

"I'm technically a teen."

"You'll be twenty by the time the baby is three months."

"Close enough." If we were in high school I would have honestly gotten an abortion. I won't get on my high horse and claim I wouldn't care about the looks I would have gotten in the halls. I would have. I'd also care about trying to get a basic diploma. It's funny how six months could totally change your outlook on life. My dad would support my choice either way. That I'm thankful for, even if it never came to that. It was nice to know I had support.

My eyes involuntary widened and my arms went tense. Finn felt it and his body shifted to face me, his front pressed against my side instead of side by side. "What's wrong?" "Our parents. My dad is going to kill you."

Finn's own calm and collected eyes went large as his eyebrows shot up. "I would say it will be fine," Finn said, his voice light like he saw a ghost. "But I think there's a serious possibility I might be in a grave within the next three months."

There was comfort in that statement. Finn had said everything would be fine, before taking a jab at himself. I love his personality. His joking demeanor was one of the reasons we got along and past our constant bickering. I smile made its way to my lips as a laugh bubbler out of my mouth. "Don't worry. I'll bring our baby to your grave."

"Great. I'm so excited." He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You know the one thing he told me was not to get you pregnant. I think I might be more scared then you now."

"I can feel your masculinity slipping."

I knew with that snort and smile that we would be just fine.

"Our parents. My dad is going to kill you."