to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything son. Just know that you are always welcome in our home, and Tessa and I are thankful that you are in our lives.”
Shit… I coughed and then took a deep breath to push back the lump in my throat and clear the tears in my eyes. “Thanks. That means a lot. And I want you and Tessa to know that I never stopped loving Em. Even now with the pregnancy, I still love her. I’m never leaving her. She’s my whole life.”
My response was enough for Richard, because he reached out and gave me a tight hug that meant he appreciated what I said. “Better get back in there, and take my baby girl home. She needs to rest and keep my growing grandchild healthy.” He smiled at me.
Richard was a good man who loved his daughter. I was relieved that we’d cleared the air and he knew where I stood with Em. When we walked back in the dining room I saw my Tiny Girl’s beautiful smile, and she warmed every inch of my body. It was time to get her out of here so I could take her home and hold her close to me.
We said our goodbyes by the front door. I hugged her Mom again, and her Dad shook my hand and brought me in for a hug. They told us to come back soon and Em promised her Mom she’d call her the following week. Harper and Ky left together and I was curious as to whether he would try and stay the night at her place. Despite their constant bickering, the looks they’d given each other throughout dinner indicated that something might have been going on. I’d be asking him about that tomorrow while we worked on new music. Helping my Tiny Girl into the car, I felt a sense of relief that this hurdle was over. Her parents accepted me back into their lives, no questions asked. I was exhausted and ready to get myself and Em in bed. All I could think about on the drive home was wrapping my body around her tiny frame and holding her close. This day had been more than I ever could have asked for.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to waking up in Finn’s arms. I was still coming to terms with the fact that he was even here in my life and we were living together. I’d gone back and replayed how we’d got here in the first place, and was still shocked. Everything happened so fast, and frankly as scared as I may have been to be with him again, I didn’t regret a moment of it. My parents welcomed Finn back with open arms, which was the easy part for me. They loved me, and if I was willing to accept Finn back in my life, they would too. My parents were the best. However, the hard part would be letting Finn back into my heart. I never pictured my life where it was today. I’d picked up a new ability to accept change and to live my life however the cards fell. Not the easiest of tasks, but definitely a new quality that I had welcomed with grace.
Almost a week had passed since we’d been to see my parents, and Finn and I had become closer than ever. During the week I also received a phone call from my lawyer to say that the judge had granted my divorce from West. I found it funny that marriage, which took eight years to build, could dissolve and be dismissed in a matter of months. West hadn’t spoken to me since I announced the pregnancy. He didn’t seem to care about our child or want to know how I was doing and I have to admit, it hurt. Nobody could devote that much time to someone and then just get up and walk away without having some sort of residual feelings. I didn’t love West, and I didn’t think I ever really had. But he had been my husband, and we’d shared a life together. We had been friends, which is more than likely why I felt sadness when I thought about him not caring about me or our child. The papers that were signed and filed included the additional money he said he’d pay me for the baby; despite me telling him that I didn’t want it. When I had hung up with my