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6th Stage – Comfort Part 1
Everything had a limit. For example a glass – if you pour too much coke or beer into a glass, it's going to spill over the rim. Especially, if the coke was shaken too much.
A familiar thing had happened to me that particular night.
I'd reached my limit.
All the emotions that had been gathering inside me since the night of the Dragonfly test-run, had started to boil some time ago.
The outburst at Finn's was the first sign.
Then, for about two weeks, there had been the silence before the storm.
And then…
Hell had broken loose.
The breakup was the last straw…
The emotions had been shaking, shaking and finally had reached the limit!
Anyone wants the proof about it? Here you go – currently I was pacing the pool house back and forth and gesturing my hands widely. There were words leaving my mouth constantly but I wasn't exactly sure if it was still English. Rather an uncontrolled mix of yells, curses, complaints and sobs. I had no idea how Finn could stand that.
Yes, that's right. Finn was still with me.
After he'd collected me from the driveway, we'd returned into the pool house. The rest of the guys were already there. The 'cheer-up' had began, but not for long.
After few minutes, when the realization, what had really happened a moment before had started to sink into my mind, I'd decided to present a really good impression of the goodness of fury in front of them.
So Finn had taken charge. He'd told the guys to leave and they had. Their self-preservation instincts must have worked properly!
So there were only two of us – Finn and me.
Anyone who wants to hear a little piece of my show.
Here you go:
"Yes, of course, he had to do it! I can't be surprised! I'm not around enough! Of course that's the main reason! He has to have his woman near him! One with a perfect hair, home-cooked dinners and no brain! Get yourself a Donna Reed! And no ability to function without a man! Of course, what was I thinking?! Aren't you stupid Rory?! Every man has to prove his masculinity! Especially by fixing broken pipes!!! Maybe if I break some pipes, he would be back! Sort of a turn on for him. Shame I have no idea where are the pipes in my dorm! And what the hell I am talking about turn on – that guy is constantly turned on, a walking sex-wanting machine! You cannot have a real conversation with him! Two minutes talk and jump to bed! Go to a brothel mister!!! And what kind of break-up was that?! I don't belong here?!!! What kind of reason to break up is that?! And of course, it had to be public! Man, you had some problem here – two of three break-ups being a public one!! You really had some problem with needing attention! Oh, Grandma will be glad. At least her wishing for me to end things with him had become true…"
And so on, and so on…
I was ranting like this for at least 15 minutes.
Finn was there with me. He didn't say anything. I didn't know, maybe he knew that I really needed to get everything out of me, or he just didn't understand my words, which was much more likely.
Good that the pool house's walls were sound-proof, I would have the whole party here, wanting to know what the hell happened to the guest of honor.
Well, Dean happened.
And a huge pile of other disasters…
I was so tired of all this. After few more minutes filled with screams and rants, I had had enough. I had no more strength to deal with this. I plopped down right onto the floor, put my head in my hands and started to cry hysterically.
I didn't know what to do, what to think of my situation. All I really wanted, in that moment, was the ground to open up and swallow me, so I wouldn't need to face the reality. Even the depths of hell looked more appealing now.
But again my wishing hadn't been heard.
This time however, I was glad it wasn't.
Why?
Because of the warm embrace I was pulled in just a second after I plopped down on the floor.
I forgot about Finn. I was so caught up in my anger, that I didn't realized that he was still there.
But now I was fully aware of his presence as he sat there with me, with his strong arms tighten protectively around me and my head buried in the crock of his neck.
He was whispering something in my ear. I didn't register the exact words because my mind was so much fogged with sadness, confusion, anger and many other emotions, but his voice and proximity were enough.
I didn't know long we had been sitting like that, but it was too comfortable. I wished that I could stay like that forever.
After a while I started to register the world around me again.
"It will be okay, Love. I promise. He's an asshole, who doesn't deserve you. It's better like this."
Those words were told again and again into my ear.
Okay Gilmore, get a grip. The milk had spilt. No use in crying over it now, it would not help.
Have at least a little pride!
"Gilmores are strong! We don't give up or cracked because of little nothings!" I remembered my grandfather's words. So I decided to pull myself together and be a real Gilmore!
I picked up my head from Finn's neck and moved away slightly from his embrace. He was looking at me with concern. He put his hands on my cheeks and brushed some of my tears away.
"Okay?" he asked me with a smile.
I nodded but didn't have a time to say anything else as we heard the door to the pool house being open and one of the guys' voice, "Finn what would you…"
He didn't finish because Finn interrupted his word with rather firmly and authoritative "Bugger off!"
The guy disappeared quickly.
Finn smirked a little, "They cannot be left without my fabulous person for a second. They feel so lost. Poor lads," he said with a pretended dramatic sigh.
I knew that he was trying to ease the dreadful atmosphere a little and I was really glad for that, but I still couldn't go back to my normal self.
My sight dropped down a little and I eyed his collar. It'd used to be white half hour ago, but not now thanks to me, crying on his shoulder.
"I'm going to buy you a new shirt," I told him and looked up at his face as I heard his chuckled.
"Bugger, I really need to work on my fashion sense – Gilmore girls apparently don't like my taste," he replied.
There were those familiar sparks in his eyes again and I couldn't help myself then and laughed at him.
He really was doing a great job with the whole attempt to cheer me up.
And about the laugh – it was more a snort, that hadn't done much better to his shirt and jacket also.
So what, it was hard to be ladylike a moment after a really bad breakdown!
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, "Now I need to also buy you a new jacket," I told him gesturing to the stains made by my tears.
He didn't even glance at himself but shrugged, "Don't worry Love. It's even better. Now I had a proof what a good bloke I am, letting a lady in need use my gentleman's shoulder," he said and winked at me playfully.
I shook my head, "You are too wicked even for your own good," I told him wiping away the rest of the tears.
He only smiled and nodded, "Yeah, I know. C'mon Love," he said, letting go of me completely and starting to get up, "as much I enjoy sitting with you like this, my butt is not very comfortable, and that's no good. The butt is very important part of the anatomy and must be treated well. A future doctor is telling you this, love."
I let him pulled me up.
"And it's even more important in your case and this cute little butt of yours" he added suggestively, bringing me close to him and giving me a little squeeze on the ass.
Well, my reaction wasn't like the usual one.
If it was in any other situation, I would slap him, yell at him, or something like that, but today I really didn't care.
Plus I realized that he was doing it to comfort me in his own, weird way.
"You're lucky Morthson, I don't have much energy now, otherwise that cute butt of yours would get some serious kicking right now," I said into his chest as he was holding me tightly to himself and stroking the back of my head.
He chuckled at my words and I could imagine the smirk on his face, "You think I have a cute butt?"
Men were always so easy to please!
"Don't push it mister!" I warned him but didn't do anything to break our embrace. I felt too good in his arms.
We stood there like this for a few more minutes until Finn broke it.
"It's going to be okay," he said softly into my ear and kissed my temple, "Now Love, we are going to sit on this really comfortable couch" he pointed at the couch behind him, "and I would like to hear the translation of your rant," he added.
I knew that he was right.
I needed to sit, calm down and think about everything in peace. Talking about it would probably help. What's more, his last line had been a proposition to do just that. It had a big 'I'm here for you' all over it.
I decided to take the offer.
But first the bathroom!
Apparently there was something of a lady left in me because I was aware that I must have been looking awful after the whole crying. I told Finn that I needed the bathroom, turned around and headed in that direction.
I stood in front of the mirror, and to say I looked awful was putting it lightly. Red face, smudged mascara, bloated eyes – really nice view.
Plus I had started to become angry.
Why?
Well, it's well known that there are few stages of after-shock and anger is one of them. I wasn't expecting it to start so soon after the actual shock.
But it did.
I started to become angry at Dean because he'd put me into this situation. First he'd got back into my life just out of the blue and then he ended things so suddenly.
Okay I knew, he wasn't the only one to blame. I'd wanted to be with him again as much as he had wanted. But he shouldn't have ended things like that, without a word of reasonable explanation.
I was mad at him. What's more, I was mad at myself by reacting like that. It wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it! The guy you loved wasn't supposed to cause you so much grief.
Okay, so what? It'd happened, he'd broken up with me. Big deal! It's not that it'd been the first time.
Now because of all this I looked like hell, felt like crap and was very, very sad. Finn had been right, Dean didn't deserve me if he had done all of this to me.
Speaking of Finn.
He was in the bathroom with me, leaning against the doorframe, with a small smile playing at his face.
I didn't know why he'd come here and it turned out that it wasn't very good for him to be there.
Why?
Because I snapped at him.
Once again he was my replacement for Dean.
I'd snapped at him once before because I'd been mad at Dean and this time was similar. I couldn't have stopped myself so I let out my anger at Finn instead of a certain ex-boyfriend.
"What's so funny?!" I barked at him, eyeing him through the mirror, "You've seen a girl with slightly run down make-up, haven't you?" I asked sarcastically but he didn't respond, "Oh sorry, I've forgotten. You date only a superwomen, who are always perfect, even when the world is crashing down!"
I knew that I was saying total bullshit but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to somehow throw out my anger from inside me and Finn was at the end of my outburst, again.
He probably was aware of my state, because he didn't talk back at me, like he should have.
Many times already, by the way.
He only smiled some more and came up to me. He stopped right behind me, leaned in close to me and circled his arms around me waist, pulling my body into his.
I watched us in the mirror. I knew that I exaggerated enough with my last words, so I managed to stay silent and waited for some reaction from him.
He pulled some of my escaped hair behind my ear, put his chin on my shoulder and smiled, "Actually Love, seeing as I have three sister and usually I am the one to hear all about horrible boyfriends, ex-boyfriends and used to be possible-boyfriends and basically every other love problems, I would say I've seen a lot of run down make-ups. Besides isn't that the husband thing – to see his wife in both bad and good," he added with a wink.
I snorted at that and he smirked but in a second he was serious again, "But even with smudged mascara you are beautiful," he whispered softly in my ear.
I probably should have countered it with some sarcastic comment about him trying to charm his way and chase words, but I couldn't. It was nice to hear such words in my miserable state.
"Thank you," I only managed looking straight into his eyes through the mirror.
"You welcome," he replied with a smile, picked his head up from my shoulder and kissing the top of me head, "I'm going back into the main room. Take your time," and with that, he was gone.
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About fifteen minutes later I was back in the main room. I had refreshed myself, wiped the remains of the make-up away and pulled out all the bobby pins from my head.
I was better now, as I'd taken few deep breaths and calmed down a bit.
The anger had faded away as I realized that being angry at Dean would not bring me any relief.
As I entered the room, Finn was closing the door to the pool house with his feet. In one hand he had a tray with sandwiches and in the other a pot of coffee, as I presumed by the smell of it, and two mugs.
"Better?" he asked me putting everything down on the coffee table, "Your grandmother has a very nice cook," he added.
"Don't get too attached, she won't be here in a week probably," I warned him sitting down on the couch. He followed quickly, sitting beside and pulling me to him, that I was leaning against his chest, and handed me a mug of coffee.
God, this guy was incredible! It was amazing how he managed to still put up with me, after all that had happened. In his position, I would have ran away a long time before. He had stayed and was even comforting me.
"Thank you," I said quietly.
"For…?" I couldn't see his face, because I had my back to his face but I could guess he had a raised an eyebrow in that moment.
After all this he was still acting like nothing happened.
"For everything… for being there for me. Even when you didn't need to," I explained.
He chuckled, "That's what the husband is for, right?"
I smiled, "Right!"
"You know that everything will be okay, right love?"
"Yeah, I know," I confirmed.
It was hard to imagine but I knew that it will be… someday.
Finn's presence was making it even more possible.
Again, it struck me how comfortable I felt just being with him.
After a moment of sitting in silence he moved. He reached for a sandwich, took two and headed me one. Then he asked, "Okay love, maybe that's not the best moment but I need to know. What was that about Donna Reed?"
I couldn't stop and giggled at that question. He sounded really curious.
"So I was understandable during the rant?"
"Partly, I caught some words," he told me smiling.
"Some time after Dean and me started going out together," even though I wasn't in mood to talk about Dean, I decided to tell the story to Finn. He deserved at least a little amusement after all he did. Besides, maybe it will be better if I talk about Dean, "we had watched 'Donna Reed Show' one night. Dean mentioned that he liked the whole wife waiting for husband with a hot dinner thing. I got a little upset, seeing I wasn't that kind of girl. My mom and I always mock those kinds of women. But I was so caught up and excited about our relationship that I decided to make a Donna Reed Night for him. I was babysitting my neighbors' cat and invited him over…"
"Wait, wait," Finn cut in holding his arm in the air, "babysitting the neighbors' cat?"
Great, another one!
"Yeah," I said slowly, a little irritated because people always couldn't understand the concept of babysitting the cat, "my neighbors', Babette and Morey's cat – Apricot. Morey had a gig in New York and someone had to stay with Apricot, because he was a tiny baby then. Don't dare laugh about it!"
I heard him chuckled, "I'm not. Go on," he got a bonus point for at least trying to hold back a laugh.
I continue, "I prepared a dinner along with a dessert, acted like wife from the 50s and all. I even dressed like Donna Reed."
By the look of pure amusement on his face I could tell what would happen next.
"Dressed like Donna Reed? Wow! Lorelai Leigh Gilmore – the wonder woman! A perfect daughter, granddaughter, student, reporter and wife from fifties in one package! Please tell me you have at least one picture," the last part was muffled. He had his head bend down because he was laughing so hard.
"Don't mock me!" I hit him on the arm.
What was it with this? Mom couldn't stop laughing for weeks after she'd seen me in that outfit!
"I wanted to be a good girlfriend!"
He picked up his head and tried to composed himself, "And you were, love, trust me, you were! Every girl would be if she wore those shoes for a guy."
"Ha, ha! And how do you know what kind of shoes women wore in fifties, huh?"
"One of my sisters is a fashion designer, love. It's a natural thing to know it in my household," he explained, "okay, but I have no idea how the whole Donna Reed thing is related to the breakup?"
The humor was gone in a second after the mention of breakup, but I decided to answer him anyway.
"It's just…" I looked down at my hands. It was difficult to talk about it.
Finn sensed my hesitation. He took my hand in one of his, and put the second one on my check, picking up my head to look me into eyes.
"It's okay, love. We don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to."
He was just too good and sweet for me.
"No, it's okay… I just realized that I've never been the kind of girlfriend Dean wants.
"Meaning…?"
"He wants someone more 'unindependent' then me," the look on his face told me that he didn't understand me completely, "I mean, I grow up in the whole independent woman spirit. My mom is that kind of woman. She made everything in her life alone, and she did a great job with it. I always admired her about this and always wanted to be like her. I still do. And Dean… He used to tell me, he like that in me – my ambitions and all, but I'm not sure about it. Just look at Lindsay."
He raised an eyebrow, "Lindsay…?"
Oops! I said too much. I wasn't planning to tell about Lindsay.
But when you said A, you must say B, right?
"His… ex-wife," I explained, looking down again. Somehow looking into his eyes didn't seem so appealing anymore. I didn't want to see disapproval in them, "the sinner thing, that you said about in the study, matches me more then you think," I added quietly.
Despite the quietness of my word, he heard me.
"We all make mistakes, Rory."
Yeah, but not such mistakes.
"He cheated on her with me," I decided to be completely honest. I felt that if I was hoping for a friendship between us I needed to tell Finn all about it.
The silence wasn't a good sign.
Tears came up to my eyes again. It was even worse then after the breakup. I felt like the most horrible person in the world.
"I'm going to repeat myself – we all make mistakes Rory," Finn's voice was soft and comforting, "Remember what I told you at the LDB event? Life is a puzzle and it would be too easy to pick only the right pieces. I know, it's sometimes hard to understand the whole meaning of things that happened in our life, why they happen and all, but it is just like that. Most of the times that's the real beauty of life. The unpredictable things. It would be too boring to know what will happen. About the mistakes – we all have done something in our life that we regret and I can bet that there will be many things in future that we will do and then regret them. We cannot stop it, Love. Dean's end of marriage wasn't only your fault. I don't know the whole situation, but I can guess that you didn't force him to do it… Besides, what's done is done and we cannot only think about the past. We have to focus on our future and remember not to make the same mistakes again."
Somewhere during his speech I had picked up my head and locked my eyes with his. He was right about everything. Again!
But I couldn't stop feeling sorry.
The anger had been gone and regret took his place.
Familiar feelings I had had just after the night of actual cheating, but it had faded away with time. Now they were back, mostly because I knew the results. The marriage had been broken and our relationship was also ended. The question popped into my head – did I regret the breakup because my relationship had ended or did I regret it because I had destroyed marriage for a relationship that hadn't lasted.
My thoughts were interrupted by Finn's voice.
"We cannot protect ourselves from making mistakes. They are an inevitable part of life. Regretting them won't bring us any relief either."
How on earth this guy knew all that?
What's more, he was still right about everything.
Deep down inside me I knew that I was only blocking the truth about reality, because I couldn't bring myself to just let everything pass. I regretted causing all those problems myself, Lindsay, even my mom. I needed to blame it on someone and my person was the easiest pick. I even couldn't blame everything on Dean, like most girls would do on my place. I wasn't even exactly sure why… The anger of Dean was gone, replace by disappointment of myself and all my action.
"Let it go, Rory. It no use to remember all this! Let it go and move on. It's the only way."
I smiled weakly at him, "Have you ever consider to become a psychologist?" that was one way to let it go – avoid the subject. I wasn't sure it would do me any good, but I needed to change the subject for a little.
Finn fallowed my lead. He smirked, "Yup!"
Again he stroked my checks gently with his thumbs, looking me in the eyes.
I didn't know if maybe I was imagining this, but I felt like the peacefulness and calmness was passing from him to me by his touches. I trusted him that everything will be okay.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Logan stuck his head inside.
"Can I?"
We turned to him and Finn answered, "Yeah mate, sure."
Logan stepped into the pool house with a bottle of champagne in one hand.
"I thought that you would need something," he told us gesturing to the bottle, "Maybe not now, but trust me Ace, it will be useful anyhow."
I smiled at him. Those guys were amazing. They hardly knew me, but they treated me like an old friend.
"So how is the party going?" Finn asked.
"Not bad," Logan replied sitting in front of us on the coffee table. He eyed the food on the table, smelled the pot of coffee, murmured something about "the hidden death" and grabbed one sandwich, "No one did anything interesting though, so it's quite boring," he added between the bites.
I could imagine. Those parties were always boring, except the one that my mom was there with me to make fun of the society or when there was some scandal going on.
Well, I could say that there had been a scandal today, but thank God not the public one. I hoped that nothing reached my grandparents ears.
Wait!
Shit! My grandparents!
Apparently Logan was a mind reader because in that moment he said, "Don't worry about your grandparents, Ace. Emily is so caught up with some gossips about Mrs. Lawerstens newest lover, that she hasn't notice your absence. And Richard was so glad when I told him what a fabulous granddaughter he has and that all the guys here want to know you better that I think you have a grandparents-free evening."
Thank God!
Dealing with my grandparents was too much for me right now.
"Thanks," I smiled to Logan.
"No problem. But as much as we enjoy the party," Logan said with mock sadness, "We are going now and I don't know if Finn will be going with us. And what about you, Ace. I've told your grandmother, that we will take care of you and make sure you get home safe. So what's the return-plan?"
Oh, I didn't think of that.
Shit, I'd drunk too much to drive myself. I needed to call a cab.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'm going to call a cab."
Apparently Finn had an other idea, "I'll drive you."
"So it's seated!" Logan didn't wait for any reaction of me as clapped his hands, stood up and headed towards the door, "Have a nice rest of the evening! See you later Ace!" and he left the pool house.
I looked at Finn, "You don't have to drive me. You can go with the guys and I'll call a cap."
He smirked at me and stroked my cheek again, "That's the point, Love. I don't want to go with guys. I want to go with you," he said and then kissed my forehead.
I smiled. He was just too good for me today, "Thanks"
"Anytime! So you want to go now?" he asked playing with my hair.
I really wanted to run away from this house but sitting like this with Finn was too comfortable and I felt so good with him. I didn't want to break that comfort. But if he was going with me – that was a whole another story.
"Yes," I nodded and he smiled at me.
"Then of we go!"
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I didn't exactly remember the car ride. We'd left few minutes after Logan's exit. Finn had been driving while I'd been dozing off a little. I'd been tired because of what happened that day and probably because of the whole roller coaster in my life lately. The car ride was so quiet and peaceful that I hadn't even registered when I'd fallen asleep.
Finn's voice woke me up, "Rory love, wake up! We're here."
Here meaning where?
I wasn't exactly awake and had some problem with registering the world around me. I let Finn pull me out of the car and led somewhere. I didn't realize where we were until…
I was standing right in front of my house.
Whoa!
How on earth were we here?
More – how on earth Finn knew where I live?
In a second I was fully awake.
"How did you know where I live?" I asked him.
Again the smirk appeared at his face, "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't know where my wife lives."
With that he headed towards the porch, not waiting for my replay.
Well, you would be a better husband if you didn't ignore your wife!
I hurried after him, full prepared to tell him what I think about him being a good husband, but didn't get the chance.
Just as Finn put the first step on the porch, the door was being opened and my mom appeared.
"Your grandparents are evils," she started without hello or any other acknowledge towards Finn, "I just had a little talk with them and they are certain that they didn't do anything wrong! They know exactly that you are with Dean and they pull something like this! Man, my parents are the worst people on that planet!"
She finished her rant with an angry sigh and looked at us. That was probably the first time she registered exactly who was standing on her porch.
She looked a little confused, switching her eyes from Finn to me, "Where's Dean? Who's this?"
Well, here we go. Time for explanation. But I didn't get a chance to do so.
"Phineas Morthson, Finn to friends, my pleasure! I was in charge to bring Rory safe home this fine evening, and I hope that I fulfill my duties."
Well, the first step was done. At least I didn't have to introduce him. Judging by mom's expression, she was now full aware who exactly he was.
"The husband, huh?"
Finn wasn't baffled by mom's not so pleased expression and furrowed brows, "Yes, ma'am!"
"Hmm…," long pause. I was waiting for some question and wasn't disappointed, "And where is the actual boyfriend?" she asked looking pointedly at me.
I would do anything for Finn to answer instead of me, but I knew that it was my thing to do.
Something inside my head was blocking it. I was hoping everything that happened today was just a dream, and I was going to wake up soon, and everything will be back to normal. I was afraid that if I tell everything aloud, it will be for sure.
Yeah, but who was I kidding? I was for sure!
"Dean's broken up with me," I said quietly looking at my foot. I didn't want to look into mom's eyes to see pity or worse, disappointment.
She didn't say anything for a while. After a moment of silence, I felt Finn's hand on my back and I heard mom, "I'm going back inside and order us some pizza. Finn, thanks for bringing Rory. And for the next time," I could hear a little smirk in her voice, "I'm not fully prepared to be called mom yet, but Lorelai is enough!"
"Bye Lorelai"
"Bye, son-in-law!"
I hadn't picked up my head the whole time. I only heard the door being closed behind her. Then I felt Finn's arm sneaking around my waist. He pulled me into embrace and raised my head with one hand so I was forced to look into his eyes.
"How are you holding up?" he asked softly.
"Not bad," that was part true, "I am actually better now."
"Good!" he nodded and kissed me on the forehead again, "everything will be okay soon," he added stroking the back of my head.
"Yeah," I confirmed weakly into his chest. Someday it will be.
We were standing like that for a while. Then a question plopped into my mind. Why mom let go of her investigation so quickly. She wasn't one to do that often. I always needed to explain myself in situation like this. Toady… nothing.
"What did you do that mom isn't standing here right now, questioning us?" I asked him looking at him expectantly.
Finn smiled, "The mutual understanding of black sheep."
"Yeah, right!"
"Love, I'm hurt," I could imagine that, if I wasn't in the way, he would put his hand on his heard in a melodramatic gesture, "You don't have faith in me. How on earth could we built a steady, healthy relationship, if you don't believe me?" he mocked.
He pulled me with him to the porch swing.
What was this days with me?
I, Rory Gilmore, always independent, was letting people guide me like a little kid!
Oh, yes, I forgot. I had a little break down few ours before!
Finn seated me with him on the couch and wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
"We really need to work on that relationship," he joked, "trust and faith issues are most important in marriage," he added, "and speaking of marriage – I think I have something that belongs to you."
He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a black velvet box.
"I had a little plan to throw myself on my knees before you in the room full of men who think that they'll get lucky and will have a chance with you, and then exclaim the whole world that you are already mine, but…" he trailed of for a moment.
I wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about.
Not for long. Everything explained when he opened the box.
Inside was a beautiful wedding ring.
I was staring at it with shock, speechless.
What on earth was going on?
I registered Finn's words again, "I realized that your grandmother would probably had a heart attack and that's not the best way to start the relationship with the family, right?"
Ring?
Relationship?
Family?
What was he talking?
My confusion must've been visible, because Finn looked at me closely and asked, "What's the matter, love?"
The only thing I could do was to point at the ring and blurted out, "What's that?"
Finn looked at me surprised, "Your wedding ring"
Whose wedding ring?!!!
"I had wedding ring?" I asked dumbly.
Finn chuckled, "Yes, amazing isn't it? You get a wedding ring when you are getting married!" he mocked.
I was back to my attempts to kill Finn with a glare!
He probably realized the danger. He put his arms in the air in 'don't shoot me' gesture and said, "Oh c'mon, love. Don't be mad. The anger in marriage is not good. We have to talk about those difficult issues."
He wasn't doing himself any better. Soon, he probably realized that because he changed tactic.
"That's your wedding ring. You left it on bedside table that night in Vegas," he explained, "I don't know why you put it of, but that's not the point. We both know that people do weird thing while drunk, right?"
I ignored his joke, still staring at the ring.
I had a weeding ring!
At least it was beautiful. It was a made of obsidian silver with three, white-gold, thin band going diagonally around it. The middle band was covered with small, rose cut diamonds.
"Apparently love, we have a good taste, even drunk!," he stated, "mine is very familiar," he added.
"Yours?"
He nodded, undone his tie and top button of the shirt and pulled out the leather cord with a ring on it. He was right, the ring was the same, except his was a little wider and without diamonds.
I touched it, circling the shape with my finger tip.
"You are wearing it?" I asked him. I couldn't somehow imagine the fact that he was wearing that ring the whole time.
He nodded, "I am married, right?" he asked with a smile.
Well, that was true.
I looked down at my hands. They were bare. I never wore much jewelry and I never wore rings.
But this one was different. This was my wedding ring, very beautiful, mind you. And Finn was right. I was married. It wasn't very important that the marriage was a mistake and that it'll end in few weeks probably, but nevertheless.
The wedding is still a wedding and the ring is still a ring.
I pulled the ring from the box and slipped it onto my finger. It matched perfectly.
I looked up and met Finn's eyes.
He was smiling, "I'll go now. I'm going to call you soon. Get some sleep." He stood up and I followed him.
He headed towards the porch-steps but stopped halfway and turned to me.
"You know, when the guy gives a girl a ring, he always gets something in return, usually a kiss," he smirked and I couldn't stop and laughed at his attempts.
"You never miss an opportunity, don't you?" I asked shaking my head at him.
"Never!"
"But you know, it wasn't exactly giving, more returning, seeing as it was mine in first place."
He was still smirking and getting closer to me, "No important detail," he stated and put his hands on my waist.
"Really?" I asked, raising my brows. I could presume what was going to happen but didn't mind it.
"Really!" he confirmed and I didn't have a chance to replay because he kissed me.
The kiss was short and sweet, something more than the one in my dorm, but still amazing. I leaned into the kiss, forgetting about everything around me. That I was standing at my mother's porch and she was probably watching through the window. That I'd just broken-up with my boyfriend.
And that soon I was going to divorce the guy I was kissing right now.
After a few seconds, he pulled away and released me from his grip, "Sweet dreams my dear wife," he whispered softly, winked at me and ran to the cab which was waiting for him.
I was standing at the porch until the cab disappeared and thinking that it wasn't so bad night.
Not at all.
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AN: It took longer than I've thought, but it's finally done:)
Very big THANKS to Simone and Sara, who did amazing job being betas for this one:) Thank you very, very much.
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