“Fuck yeah,” he mumbled with a laugh.
“Well don’t. I have months to go yet.”
“Really?”
His voice took on a high pitched sound of disbelief that made her laugh. “Shut up!” Tucking the phone into her shoulder, she began spooning out Crookshanks’ breakfast while he sat there growling impatiently. “I do not look like I’m ready to pop!”
“If you say so.”
“So does baked beans on toast sound good for dinner?”
“I was only teasing,” he said quickly.
“Sure you were.” She placed the bowl of food on the floor for her cat and with a flick of the kettle, headed back towards her room. “I have to go get ready for work.”
“Shouldn’t you be on maternity leave by now?”
“Kyle!”
His laughter was loud. “Okay, okay. See you tonight.”
“See you then.”
“Oh, Fin? You can ring me anytime, okay?”
“Thanks, Kyle.”
Hanging up, Fin tossed the phone at her bed. How long had it been since she’d sent that email to Ryan? If it was him that rang, why had he waited so damn long?
Later that night, Fin answered the door to a grinning Kyle and a tub of ice cream. “Pregnant women eat everything in sight, right? So I figured ice cream would taste better than a bunch of flowers.”
Fin snorted and then covered her mouth, flushing with embarrassment as she let him in.
“Did you just snort?”
“No.”
“You so did.”
Fin reached for the ice cream, but he held it aloft in his good arm as he stepped inside. “I so did not.”
Kyle arched a brow at her. “Admit it or you get no ice cream.”
She pressed her lips together, fighting a laugh. “Don’t ever get between a pregnant woman and food.”
His eyes widened with alarm, dropping to her belly when she clutched it with a groan. When Kyle reached for her, she snatched the ice cream out of his arm and did a waddle type run for the kitchen.
Following behind, he pointed at her, his eyes narrowing. “You played me!”
Fin dug through the kitchen drawer for a spoon and waved it triumphantly. “I warned you.”
Spooning out a mouthful, Fin sighed with pleasure before tucking the ice cream into the freezer and getting Kyle a drink.
As they sat talking and laughing through dinner, Fin couldn’t remember the last time she felt so relaxed. Kyle reminded her so much of Jake that when he was around, it was almost like Jake had never left.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” she told him from where they were both splayed out the couch, trying to decide on what movie to watch. “I got you a present.”
Kyle’s eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. “Really?”
“Oh, it’s just a little thing,” she muttered, grabbing hold of the armrest to lever herself out of the seat. She’d been walking past a small row of shops when it caught her eye, tucked into the window of the tiny gift store, begging to be taken home.
Picking up the gift bag from her dresser, she carried it out and handed it over as she sat back down.
Kyle let out a shout of laughter as he peeked into the bag. He pulled out the cute, furry penguin she couldn’t resist buying and shook his head, still grinning.
“You have to give him a name now,” she said.
“Percy of course. Percy Penguin.”
Fin rolled her eyes. “Of course.”
“Fuck,” he muttered, and putting the stuffed toy to the side, reached out and took both her hands in his. Fin looked at him, surprised at the hint of anger in his eyes. “Ryan’s an idiot.”
Her mouth fell open. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Because he’s a stubborn a**hole who let you go.”
A wild kick forced the air from Fin’s lungs. Gasping, she closed her eyes.
“Christ, you’re not—”
“Kyle!”
“Jesus, Fin. It didn’t help any with you faking a labour thingy just to get ice cream.”
“They’re called contractions.”
“That’s more than I needed to know.”
Her brows flew up with surprise. “I feel sorry for the mother of your future children. It was just the baby kicking.”
Kyle eyed her belly with deep suspicion.
“I promise.”
“It’s not a real promise unless you cross your heart.”
Pressing her lips together, Fin crossed her heart. “Feels like I’m back at school when I’m around you.”
Kyle nodded knowingly. “I make you feel young again. I get that a lot.”
Fin laughed, rubbing her hands over her belly in a gesture that was becoming familiar.
“Can I …” He looked at her before glancing down to where her hands now rested comfortably, hesitating. “Is it okay if I …”
“Sure. Everyone does. Most don’t even ask.”
With gentle hands, Kyle raised the soft cotton of her stretchy tank top and placed both hands over her huge stomach. Fin closed her eyes, shivering at the warm scrape of his palms on her skin. Her heart ached for Ryan and what he was missing.
The baby kicked hard as though understanding her feelings, and Kyle let out a shout. “Holy shit! There’s a real baby in there.”
“Umm … so I’m not going to ask what you thought was in there,” she replied.
Her phone rang from where it sat on the bench in the kitchen, and Kyle removed his hands, yanking her top down haphazardly. He stood up. “I’ll get it for you.”
Pressing the answer button for her, he held it out. She answered absentmindedly as Kyle flopped back down on the couch beside her.
“Fin?”
The air left her lungs in a whoosh. “Ryan?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
Fin burst into tears at the deep, familiar voice. How did she think she could ever get past loving Ryan? Hearing his voice had the entire world fading out, as though nothing existed but him.
The phone was taken from her as tears ran down her face. The more she tried to control them, the faster they fell. She could hear Kyle murmuring softly while his other hand began rubbing her back in warm, soothing circles. Sniffling quietly, she heard Kyle say that maybe Ryan should ring back.
“No!” she blurted out and snatched the phone from Kyle before Ryan could hang up.
Looking at her, he mouthed, “Should I go?”
Fin shook her head. “Stay,” she mouthed back. She had no idea how Ryan would react to her news, and she was scared of being alone right now. Getting up, Fin left Kyle on the couch and went outside. With the phone clutched to her ear, Fin rested her elbows on the railing of the deck and looked up at the stars.
“Sorry. I’m here.”
Ryan leaned against the wall as he rubbed at his brow. He hated hearing her upset and being unable to do anything about it. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she replied, sounding anything but. “How are you?”
He wanted to tell her he wasn’t doing so great, that he missed her more than anything. She was the only one he could talk to, the only one who knew him like no one else and still loved him anyway. “Doing okay.” He cleared his throat. “So, I thought you would’ve left by now. When do you go?”
There was a pause. “I’m not.”
“Not what?”
“Not going.”
“Dammit, Fin,” he ground out, his body tense with anger. He’d walked away from her so she could have this opportunity. Ryan tried to rein in his anger. She wasn’t supposed to be pissing it away. “Not going is not an option.”
“Stop,” she whispered. “Don’t be angry. There’s just … something you need to know.”
“What? What in hell could be so damn important for you to give up everything you’ve ever worked for? Tell me because right now I just don’t understand.”
“I’m pregnant.”
Ryan’s heart raced in the deafening silence. “You … you’re having my baby?”
“Yes.”
His anger deflated, rapidly replaced with shock. “You … I’m …”
There was more silence on the other end as he processed the words and realised what they meant. Moving to the other side of the country for a four year research program was hard enough. Doing it alone and pregnant was impossible. How could he have managed in one brief moment to do the one thing he’d tried to avoid from the moment they met?
“I f**ked up,” he growled, furious with himself. “Baby,” he whispered thickly. Turning around, he pressed his forehead against the wall as agony tore him in two. “You’ve had to give up your future because I couldn’t keep my f**king hands off you!”
“No!” she cried out. “Don’t. Please. Our whole lives you’ve pushed aside your own feelings to always do what you thought was best for me. You think that if you can give me the future Kassidy never had, then maybe you can forgive yourself for what happened, but it doesn’t work that way. You keep forgetting about yourself. You have to stop doing that, Ryan. Stop fighting what’s in your heart. Maybe if you do, you’ll realise there’s nothing to forgive.”
“There’s everything to forgive! Don’t you see? I keep letting down the people I love. Somehow I keep doing it and I don’t know how to stop. I don’t know how …” Dragging in a breath, he banged his forehead against the wall.
“Ryan,” Fin said, her voice thick with tears. “You haven’t let me down. You haven’t let anyone down. This baby, our baby, it’s not the future that was planned, but I want this so much. I know it’s a shock, believe me I know, but you’re going to be a daddy in three months and—”
“Three months?” he cut her off. Doing the calculations in his head, he said, “That means your six months pregnant, Fin.”
“I know,” she replied and he could hear the smile in her voice.
“When did you find out?”
“The day you left,” she said softly.
The realisation hit him like a punch to the gut. “You were coming to tell me, weren’t you?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, or have you hear it through someone else. Ryan ...” She exhaled deeply. “I’m going to be having this baby before you’re home, so telling you this way, there was no other choice.”
“I waited for you,” he whispered, remembering the need to see her one last time before he left. “I kept looking for you until the moment I stepped on the plane.”
“You didn’t tell me when you were leaving.”
“I thought it was best. I didn’t want you upset. Since Jake …” He swallowed, his throat tight. “There’s been so many tears. I hate seeing you upset, and I hate that I can’t do anything about it. I’m so far away and I don’t know what to do.”
“Ryan,” she breathed.
He closed his eyes, wanting her in his arms, so much that he said, “I miss you,” with a tremble in his voice. “Are you okay? I mean … healthy? You and the baby?”