Page 34 of Connie
We watch them through the windows at all times, just in case but it’s not necessary. Ruben’s horror about what Fin is saying is clear. I know how that feels. Every time I think about it I can’t believe how well Fin hid it all. If I didn’t love him so damn much I’d hate him for keeping it from us for so long. We could have made his life so much easier but no the stubborn fucker decided to try to take it all on himself.
We both let out a huge sigh of relief when we watch Ruben stick his hand out to Fin. Both of us are smiling like loons when Fin pulls him forward and into a man hug.
“I guess they’re all made up then,” Emma says with a laugh.
“God, I hope so. Fin has enough on his plate, he needs his friends with him, not against him.”
“Agreed,” Emma says. I filled her in on everything while the boys were talking in the garden.
“To Bob,” Fin says with his beer raised in the air once we eventually sit down to a lukewarm curry a little later on after the boys reappeared and once I got over my tears when Ruben announced his approval of mine and Fin’s relationship. Not that I needed it but it’s nice to know he accepts us a couple. I’m not stupid enough to think that he didn’t threaten Fin’s life when they were in the garden if he ever hurts me again. I can tell that big brother protective face Ruben pulls from a mile away.
“Who the fuck is Bob?” Ruben asks with his beer half raised to Emma’s glass.
“My bump,” I say with a laugh. “Fin named it Bob.”
I let my tears fall as I laugh with my family. My brother, my best friend, my Fin and our Bob. And in that moment I’m surer than ever that I can keep the promise I made to Fin yesterday.
Everything will be okay.
Fin
Ruben looked a little sceptical to start with when I began explaining about my hidden life. I can understand why, I’ve managed to keep it all hidden for years and it does all sound a little unbelievable. Like Connie, Ruben thought he knew me, we’ve been best friends for years but I’ve been keeping this huge part of my life from him. I expected him to be a little pissed off if I’m honest.
I hate that having to explain all of this helps him to forgive me for how I’ve treated Connie. Nothing I’m dealing with is an excuse for behaving like a dick to her. But I’m grateful that Ruben does let it go and gives us his blessing.
Ruben promises to help, so does Emma, but he demands that we head over to my house after we’ve eaten our curry. I do my best to put him off but as soon as Connie announces that she thinks it’s a good idea because she is craving a Magnum for pudding I don’t really get to argue. I owe Connie so much, she can have whatever she wants and if that means I have to swallow my pride and get this over with then that’s what I’ll have to do.
“There’s a lot to do here, mate,” Ruben says after I’ve shown him the disaster that is my house with it’s peeling wallpaper, dodgy electrics and rotting windows.
“I know. I need to work out what’s priority and what I can afford to do first.”
“Dad and I will do whatever we can to get the best deals and free labour but it’s still gonna be costly.”
I nod sadly as we head downstairs to join the girls in the kitchen. Dad is still in the living room watching TV. He paid us hardly any attention when we arrived, just gave us all a glace then continued staring at whatever he was watching. I hated the look that Ruben gave me when he seen that, it was exactly the look I wanted to avoid getting. I don’t want his pity; I just need his help.
Ruben and Emma left not long after because Connie was starting to droop. After making dad a Horlicks I swung her up into my arms and carried her to my bed. Our bed I guess as she’s moving in with me. Just thinking about it gets me a little excited.
The thought of having her here with me everyday is more that I ever thought I would get. I do worry that she’s putting too much on herself. The baby is going to be more than enough to look after let alone taking on my dad during the day while I’m at work as well. I argued with her decision because her coffee shop is her life but she was adamant that as soon as she can find a full time manager that she is taking a step back and will seriously reduce her hours so she can help with both the house refurbishment and with Dad. I don’t know what I did in a previous life to deserve her, I must have been Mother Teresa or something.
Connie starts removing her clothes the minute I shut my bedroom door. I take a few steps back so I can lean against the door and watch. She pulls her oversized t-shirt over her head and slides her legging down her legs. She looks over at me when she’s standing in just her white underwear. It’s nothing especially sexy, just a white cotton bra and knickers but she looks fucking stunning. She’s always had sexy curves that I love to grab on to but even in the early stages of her pregnancy they have already filled out further. My eyes lock on her full tits that are barely contained by her bra and just thinking of feeling their weight in my palms has my already hard cock twitching.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I say pushing off the door and heading over to her. I immediately set about doing what I just imagined and reach behind her to undo her bra. As soon as the cups fall away from her skin I replace them with my hands. “Fuck, yes,” I mutter before leaning forward to suck one of her nipples into her mouth.
“Oh fuck,” she moans loudly. “They’re so sensitive. Oh God.”
I can’t help smiling as I up my suction while pinching the other one with my fingers. Putting everything into trying to make her come from this alone.
I give her a gentle shove backwards, the back of her knees hit the bed making her sit down and I gently lower her down until she’s led out beneath me. I pick up where I left off but with the other nipple once she’s comfortable.
“Fin, oh, my God, shit, fuck. So close…so close…”
She must decide that she can’t take it any more because I feel her arm skim the side of my face as she moves it and shoves her hand inside her knickers making me groan.
“Fuck, baby, yeah, make yourself come.” I do one hard, long suck of her nipple and that combined with her own fingers pushes her over the edge and she screams my name.
“Shit, was I loud?” she asks when she comes back to earth.
“Yeah, but you know I love it when you’re loud,” I reply with a shit eating grin on my face. She’s the sexiest thing on the planet and that only gets better when she’s screaming my name in ecstasy.
