Page 47 of Hands off his Dudette

The phone was yanked out of her reach by a perfectly manicured hand.

"Yes? Yes. Of course, please let them in."

Anna stared in disbelief, and Arabella rolled her eyes. "Don't look so startled, it's insulting. You know what I think of unnecessary manual labor."

Arabella had bought them a lot more than an extra six pair of hands, as it turned out.

Before helping with their van, they unloaded a set of furnishings that matched their new blue sofa, and then came the Christmas tree, and the many decorations--all red and gold.

Finn and Anna had planned on shopping for kitchen appliances on Sunday, while she worked on the wedding registries. Now they wouldn't need to.

They sat down and opened a perfectly chilled, freshly delivered bottle of champagne.

"This will do very well for a few years, I think. Of course, you'll want a bigger place when you have children, but for now, you couldn't wish for a better view."

Finn looked away, smirking. Anna became fascinated with her hands. They'd never discussed their change in dynamic with Arabella, but since the beginning of the week, her usual chat had switched gears; she didn't talk about their becoming a couple anymore. Now, she talked of children.

Anna wondered what was worse.

She didn't even know if she wanted kids. Probably not.They were a long, long way away from discussing it in any case.

After Platinum Removal was done with the place, they returned to the Johnsons', and Finn cooked them dinner. He came back to the lounge as his mac and cheese was baking, and kissed her forehead.

She definitely was getting used to this.Enjoying it. She just wasn't trusting it.

Finn had never had a long relationship; she hadn't either. He'd had a new woman every other week through most of their adulthood. They had no idea what they were doing. She was trying to just go with the flow, enjoy it, but it was concerning. What if things became awkward between them when it ended? Was it truly worth the risk?

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