Page 73 of The Complication with the Best Man

Finn frowns, obviously not having considered that. I’m surprised I did actually.

We walk over to the second bedroom to check it out. One wall has the door, one has the closet, another the window. I walk inside the room and over to the window. It’s not a huge room, but then again, a baby doesn’t need a lot of space.

Stepping over to the window, I look out it. “This window is a little drafty, so you’d have to put the crib on this wall.” I gesture to the only other wall available.

Finn doesn’t say anything, just watches me.

We continue the tour, taking a closer look downstairs. The living room is a living room, nothing special, and we head into the kitchen.

“There’s no dishwasher. You’re going to have to wash all the dishes yourself.”

Again, Finn doesn’t say anything, but a slight frown mars his lips.

“Well, that’s it for my boxes. Do you guys have any questions?” Shane says from behind me.

Finn looks over my shoulder at him. “No questions.”

“So do you want me to tell the landlord that you want the place?” Shane asks.

Finn opens his mouth to say something, and I open mine at the same time—to say what, I’m not sure.

“Do you mind giving us a few minutes, Shane?” Finn asks, keeping his gaze locked with mine. “We just want to have one more quick look around.”

“Sure. I have to grab a couple things from the store around the corner anyway. I’ll go do that and be back in, like, ten. Take your time.”

I hear his footsteps get farther away, then the front door opens and closes, and it’s just Finn and myself.

“Do you not like this place?” Finn asks, concern lacing his words.

I look away from him, down at my feet where I keep shifting my weight from one side to another. “It’s not that…”

“Are you not comfortable with our child spending time here?” He steps closer until his feet are in my line of vision.

I look up, and it hits me like a sledgehammer to the heart. I don’t want Finn to move out. Not at all.

“I’m sorry. It’s fine. It works great.” I shake my head and step back. God, I’m being a bitch, complaining about a drafty window and no dishwasher. What the hell?

“So I should take it?” he asks, his voice so quiet no one would hear him outside of this kitchen.

I glance up, and our eyes lock. Questions fill his hazel eyes. I inhale. “While we were walking around this place, I realized that you moving here means that we’ll have to buy two cribs, two changing tables, two rockers… two of everything. And then he or she will have to split their time between your place and mine.”

“That’s coparenting, Harper.” He takes another step closer, and the scent of his cologne and a scent that I’ve come to realize is just Finn wraps around me.

“I know.” For some reason, tears prick the corners of my eyes. I feel at war with my body, wanting to tell him everything I want, but fearful I’ll ruin my baby’s future.

He cups my cheek with his palm. “Do you not want me to move out?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. What am I doing? What am I doing? This isn’t what we agreed was best.

“Do you want to move out?” I ask.

“No.”

My eyes snap open. He’s looking at me with an intensity I haven’t seen since the dressing room incident, and I realize that he’s been holding back the same way I have or because of me. It would just be like him to give me the space I needed.

“You don’t?”

He shakes his head, still maintaining eye contact. “No.”

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