…Nine months earlier…
I stood at the stove humming a random tune I'd heard earlier today. Flipping the sandwich in the pan quite skillfully if I don't say so myself, I smile inwardly.
Swaying to the non-existent music I made a second sandwich as I felt two arms creep around my waist.
I yelp in surprise but then realize who it is.
"Fi—nn!" I laugh trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably. "Put me down!"
"Well hello to you too," he says sarcastically.
"Seriously, unless you enjoy eating burnt grilled cheese for dinner," I say as he quickly sits me down kissing my cheek.
"Well when you put it that way," he jokes leaning against the counter, "How did you know I wanted grilled cheese?" he smiles.
"When do you not want grilled cheese for dinner. If you had it your way you'd probably eat it for every meal," I smirked.
"Oh—h a guy can dream," he says going to the fridge.
I laugh flipping the second grilled cheese showing off.
"You flip that grilled cheese!" he hollers getting a beer out.
I roll my eyes getting plates out.
After a few seconds I realize Finn is staring at me, unopened beer in hand, leaning against the counter.
"What?" I laugh awkwardly, "What is it? Is there something on my face?"
He smiles goofily, "No. I just couldn't help it. Did I mention how beautiful you look today Rach?"
"Only about a hundred times," I blush putting the grilled cheese on a plate and handing it to him.
He takes it and sits it on the counter.
"Seriously Rach. There's something about you these past few weeks."
"Really?" I smile as he moves a stray piece of hair from my face.
"You're always so happy, I mean you were happy before, it's not like you were unhappy or grumpy or anything. Though sometimes I think that if I forget something you'll kill me or no I—"
I stop him the best way I can. He's silenced as I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. Nothing crazy, but enough to save him from further embarrassment.
"Thank you," he says breathlessly as we part.
"You're welcome," I wink, "Now come on, foods getting cold."
I begin to pick up our plates to move them to the table but he stops me.
"Foods not going anywhere, come here," he says putting the plates down again and wrapping his arms around me.
"You okay?" I laugh awkwardly; Finn never neglects a good plate of food.
"Mhmmm," he mumbles resting his head on mine.
"You sure?" I ask after a few more silent seconds go by.
"Can't a husband hug his wife?" he says sweetly.
I snuggle in closer; I love this man so much, I think to myself.
"You're exhausted hmm?" I say rubbing circles on his back.
He lets out a sigh; I'll take that as a yes.
"Come on, we'll eat on the couch and you can tell me a—ll about it," I say reluctantly leaving his embrace.
"But you don't like eating in the living room. You always say it—"
I interrupt, "Nope, I want to tonight. Come on pl—ease," I say using my best puppy dog face.
He grabbed both plates following me to the living room. I gladly relaxed into the couch as he handed me my plate, "Why thank you hubbie," I smile.
He then headed back to the kitchen. I raise my eyebrow wondering what he's doing, half of me waiting in anticipation and the other half worrying about Finn being alone in the kitchen.
"Finn baby what are you doing?" I ask.
I hear glass and the fridge opening and closing. Finn comes through the walkway doing his best to saunter back to the couch, "Drinks m'lady," he says handing me a glass of milk.
I do my best not to laugh, between the sauntering and cheesy grin on his face at the moment it's hard. "What?" he ask innocently as if he did nothing, sitting down next to me.
"Oh—h nothing," I laughing finally taking a bite of my sandwich.
Finn takes a bit and then relaxes back into the couch, mumbling with his mouth full, "Holy grilled cheeses!"
"It's just grilled cheese Finn," I say taking another bite.
"No it's not," he said matter of factly, "It's the best freaking grilled cheese on the planet," he says still munching.
"You say that every time," I joke.
"Well I mean it every time!" he says happily eating away.
I roll my eyes as I relax back too. A comfortable silence filled the air as we sat eating our 'best freaking grilled cheeses on the planet'.
I was brought out of my daze when Finn put his arm around me pulling me close, "Fi—nn," I half choke trying to sit back up.
"What?" he smirks.
"I'm still eating," I say gesturing to the small bit of my sandwich.
He groaned letting me up watching me as I finish the last bite. He then quickly pulls me close again the second I put my plate down.
I jump a little bit because he pulls me so fast. I'm now looking up at him, my head on his chest.
"Somebody's rambunctious tonight," I smirk.
"Oh you have no idea," he jokes moving us quickly so that we're both lying on the couch laughing uncontrollably. He kisses me blissfully and then begins tickling me crazily.
We're almost wrestling laughing, "Honey, p—please! Sto—" I can't even speak.
"Not until you say it!" he grins still tickling.
I'm laughing so hard it hurts, "I love y—you!" I laugh as we roll off the couch laughing the hardest we ever have.
"Love you too babe," he says out of breath still trying to stop laughing as do my best to roll us over.
"Oh no I'm not done with you," he jokes flipping us back over quickly. Completely forgetting about the coffee table until he's reminded with a loud bang.
"Oh my god!" I say trying not to laugh as he rolls to his side holding his head laughing.
"Who put that there?" he tries to joke wincing.
"Oh love," I say sitting up on my elbow and gently cupping his face with my free hand, "You are… such a dork," I say breaking into another laughing fit.
"And you know you love it. It's one of the reasons you married me," he smirks.
"Oh is it?" I laugh.
"Yes, well that and my amazingly sexy good looks and award winning personality," he chirps.
"I don't think I've ever heard you say sexy before," I said raising my eyebrow.
"Yes I have!" he says suddenly forgetting about his head and sneaking in closer, "I always say it. About you," he says beginning to lean in.
And then right as we are about to kiss… I'm attacked by yet another uncontrollable laughing attack falling to the ground covering my mouth.
"Rach—el," Finn asks confused, "Baby are you… feeling alright?"
Not able to speak, I simply nod yes.
"You sure? You've been acting kinda funny today," he asks quietly smiling.
"I'm amazing! Better than ever!" I laugh smiling.
He thinks intently for a moment, "Oh—h did you have some wine with the girls again earlier?" he winks.
"No! No! I can't!" I smile.
"Why?" he asks confused, "You love wine and that's okay," he says trying to get up.
"No Finn I can't drink it for a few months," I hint trying to pull him back down.
"Why? Did they run out of your favorite find? I'll search for it if you want," he says innocently.
"Oh my goodness Finn! You are so oblivious sometimes!" I laugh taking his face in my hands. He just stares at me not really knowing what I mean. "Finn!" I smile widely, "I'm pregnant!"
Shock takes over Finn's face and he doesn't speak for a good 30 seconds.
"But… how?"
"Don't be naïve you exactly how!" I laugh.
"But I thought the doctors said it was impossible. They said that after last time there was only a 9—"
"A 9.6% chance," I smile as tears begin leaving my eyes.
"How far along are you?" he asks quickly looking to my stomach.
"9 weeks," I laugh.
His eyes shoot up to mine, "9 weeks? That the same as…" he trailed off quietly looking away.
"They said it's gonna be okay this time," I say bringing his face to mine.
After staring into my eyes he realizes how completely serious I am.
"We're gonna have a baby," he says almost incoherently. I nodded slowly. "We're gonna have a baby," he said a little louder. He then puts his hands on my face gently, "We're gonna have a baby!" he says almost crying.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I laugh as he leans in kissing me passionately. We could simply stay in this moment forever. Tangled up on the living room floor between the couch and the coffee table making out like teenagers all over again because this is the happiest moment of our lives.