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“But your dad,” she says looking a little embarrassed, which doesn’t happen often.
“Couldn’t give a fuck,” I say before leaning back over her and taking her mouth, showing her what I want to do to other parts of her body.
This is it for us now. No more hiding, no more fucking about. She is mine, well she always has been in my head but now it’s official. I want to spend the night showing her what she means to me, how much I love her. How much I appreciate her and how fucking glad I am that she has given me yet another chance. This time I’m going to prove to her that I can be a man that she deserves. I want to make her proud to be standing by my side.
After dropping Connie at the coffee shop the next morning I return home to find Dad sat at the dining table, which is unusual.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as I walk in to join him.
“Yes, son, everything’s fine.” I breathe a sigh of relief like I do every time I come home to find him here mentally. “I need to show you something.”
I pull out a chair and sit down next to him as he slides some paperwork over. I look at it curiously because I have no idea what to expect.
“What’s this?” I ask confused after a couple of minutes, this can’t be right.
“It’s yours, all of it. Has been for years.”
I just stare at him like he’s suddenly sprouted another head. “You’re going to need to explain.”
“I had everything put into your name when my health started deteriorating.”
“But…how, you’d have needed my signature, I would have known,” I say starting to question how much he really is with it right now.
“I might be losing my marbles, Fin, but I’m not stupid. I got you to sign it when you were late for work one morning, told you some crap about it being for a trust fund you had that we needed access too.”
I continue to just stare at him so he continues.
“I was listening to what you were saying with your friends last night and you’re going to need money to do all the work this place needs. Well this house is in your name so take some money out of it, make a nice home for your girl and your baby.” When he’s finished he gets up and walks off leaving me shocked and staring at the peeling wallpaper.
Well fuck me.
My life really is turning a massive corner.
Chapter 9
Connie
It’s been four months since we all found out the truth about Fin’s secret life and just as I said my family rallied round and things are really looking up. The house is now almost finished and ready for our new arrival in a little over eight weeks time. Every room has been cleaned, painted and had new soft furnishings added. I can’t thank Lilly enough for everything she has done, her vision has helped us restore the house back to its former glory with a few modern twists thrown in here and there. It’s cost a small fortune but as it turned out that this place was Fin’s and had been for a while he was able to take some money out of it to do all the work, he’s organised for a new valuation to happen in the new year, he’s hoping the work will have paid itself off.
Fred’s been doing really well. Fin is convinced that it’s because of me and Bob but I don’t know. He thinks that having a woman around the house and something to look forward to has given him something to focus on.
“There you are,” Emma says from behind me. She squeezes in next to me and puts her arm around my shoulders. “It’s stunning, Con. What if you’re wrong though, what if Bob’s not a boy?”
I glance around the room that is opposite our bedroom. It’s painted a very soft pastel blue with light oak and white nursery furniture all set up ready for its occupant to arrive.
“It’s a boy,” I say confidently like I do anytime any one questions me. We didn’t find out the sex at the twenty week scan, the little bugger was in a awkward position and the sonographer said that she wasn’t confident enough with what she could see to make an accurate assessment. It doesn’t matter though because it’s a boy. One hundred per cent.
“Okay. Anyway, are you ready to go?”
I can’t believe it but tomorrow is a day I never thought I’d see. My big brothers wedding day. After saying they were going to have a long engagement because they hadn’t really known each other that long we were all amazed to hear that they’d set a date. Apparently Emma couldn’t help herself once she started researching and planning. So the twenty-eighth of December it was. It was Emma’s choice because Christmas used to be her and Hannah’s favourite time of the year and she needed a reason to love it again.
Us girls are all headed to the hotel where the reception is going to be held for a Hen day at the spa and an overnight stay. The boys are going to my parent’s house, God only knows what they are doing though, they won’t tell us.
“Yeah, I just need to grab my bag.”
“I don’t think so, you head down and I’ll grab it.”
I flash Emma a look of annoyance but do as I’m told. If I don’t she’ll tell Fin and then I’ll be in serious trouble.
