Page 53 of Say I'm Yours, Firecracker

“I want a lot of things.”

He offered me his hand and I took it. Helping me up from the cloud-like chair he held me there resting his hand on the top of my belly. Just two parents, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Are you ready for bed?” Finn rumbled.

I nodded and trailed after him, hand still firmly grasped in his, to the bedroom we had never shared. Nerves and tingles of excitement zipped up my spine.

Usually I’d wear a t-shirt to bed, something non restricting and comfortable. But tonight as I did my nightly routine I felt courageous. Sexy almost, as I watched my naked form in the mirror.

I found a racy red negligee in my size in the maternity section when I went shopping for some bigger clothes the other day with Bellamy. I threw it on and marveled at how it felt against my skin.

The satin was top quality, and the lace was trimmed perfectly to outline my breasts. Finn was going to lose his mind, and if he didn’t….well I’d just have to make him watch.

When I stepped out of the bathroom Finn’s eyes rounded. He stood from where he was seated on the bed. The navy comforter was already drawn down for us to get into.

“Veronica.” He said my name like a prayer. Like it was something to worship. “You’re not playing fair, Firecracker.”

Last night was the first night Finn and I shared our room, it was beautiful and raw. We fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. His breathing was even and steady, heartbeat pounding in my ear. It was effortless and everything I could have dreamed of.

I wanted to lounge here all day, wrapped in the warmth of him. I traced his brow lightly so I wouldn’t wake him, he had wormed his way into my heart and I didn’t think I’d ever be rid of him. I knew I didn’t want to.

Our baby made it impossible to stay cocooned in bed with Finn. Once I’d get comfortable my little bean would move, or jump on my bladder like a trampoline. He or she was using my body like their very own fun park forcing me out of the bed and to the bathroom.

Washing my hands I stared at my reflection, the smile lines bracketing my lips would have bothered me if I wasn’t so fucking happy. So steady in my decision to share my life with Finn. My eyes looked brighter, and that may or may not be because I’d actually rested while Finn rubbed my back as I drifted off.

He just made me feel safe,known.

Xavier had been hounding me for a maternity session since I’d told him and Bellamy that I was pregnant. At thirty-two weeks I didn’t feel very beautiful eighty percent of the time, but after last night I felt like I could conquer the world.

I escaped to what I’d dubbed as my closet. Finn painted it a deep emerald and had bought me the vanity dresser I’d been eyeing when we went shopping.

His argument was that the table with one leg shorter than the other was not a suitable table for me to get ready at anymore…because of the bump.

I, of course, rolled my eyes, because it served its purpose just fine.

But, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the vintage dresser turned makeup artist dream. It had been refinished with my makeup in mind. I didn’t know how Finn pulled it off. With the bright lights that surround the mirror and all the storage space.

It was a beautiful piece of furniture, and I loved using it every morning.

Sitting down on the covered stool I decided to do a natural look, sweeping foundation over my face and mascara over my lashes. Finding my dress was the hardest part. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to wear.

Xavier didn’t give me much in detail about where we’d be taking pictures. Plus, I had zero clue what Finn would be wearing.

I chose a dress that I thought would compliment my growing belly, and match whatever Finn chose to wear.

Taking a deep breath and checking my mirror one more time, I headed out of my room.

Finn looked delicious when I stepped out of my room. He trimmed his beard and tied back his hair in his signature half up-half down mess of waves.

His white Henley fit snug around his mountain muscles, and his dark wash denim jeans looked painted onto his generous thighs. I wouldn’t be able to focus on pictures today with him looking like that.

I loved his tattoos and I could see his twin snakes peeking out around his shoulders. The mountains and trees at his wrists, how would I survive this session? He eyed me from head to toe, his lips turned up in the corners just a bit.

“You look…” Finn started, eyes now fixed on mine. “Glowing, Firecracker. You’re glowing.”

My cheeks got hot and my throat threatened to close. So instead I nodded and twirled for him.

The dress I picked laid just at my knees, form fitting, with sleeves to my elbows. It was a bright blush pink with a plunging neckline to show off my growing breasts.

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