Page 73 of The Best Friend Problem
“Round ligament pain. Very common in pregnant women, especially with twins, when the muscles and skin stretch more rapidly.” The doctor made a note on his chart. “Nothing to worry about, but if the pain gets intense or you experience any bleeding, please come back right away or call your OB-GYN. But right now I see no need to worry. Your babies look healthy and happy in there. Keep up the good work, Mom and Dad.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” Pru said with a relieved sigh.
Finn sent the man a grateful smile. “Thanks, Gibbs.”
Dr. Gibbs nodded, leaving them alone in the room.
Pru sat up with a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh. “Oh my God. I feel so relieved and like such a dummy all at the same time.”
“You’re not a dummy.” He cupped her face in his hands. “You’re a good mom. Already you’re worrying about the kids’ health.”
“Yeah, imagine the freak-out I’m going to have when they get their first cold.”
He laughed along with her, leaning in to kiss her lips softly. “You’re going to be great, and don’t worry, I’ll be there to curb any mommy freak-outs you have.”
The terror and stress of the past half hour fell away, common sense leaving his body along with all the anxiety, and he opened his mouth and uttered the last words he ever should have spoken at that moment.
“I think we should move in together.”
Chapter Eighteen
Could a person get emotional whiplash? Because Pru was pretty sure she was suffering from it at that very moment.
I love you, Pru. I think we should move in together.
She didn’t even know what to do with those statements. A sob escaped her lips right before a torrent of warm, wet tears started to pour down her cheeks.
Burst into tears, apparently.
“Oh shit.” He grimaced. “Don’t cry, Precious. Please. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
But he had. Because on top of the stress of worrying about the twins, now she had to deal with her best friend thinking he was in love with her when she knew he wasn’t. They had a good system going. Why was he ruining it?
“Y-y-y-you don’t l-l-love me,” she stuttered between sobs.
One dark blond brow rose. “I don’t? Then why did I say it?”
“Finn.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to figure out a way to reason with an unreasonable person. She took a few deep breaths to get her emotions under control before she spoke again. He didn’t love her. The very idea was… She didn’t know exactly what it was. Not possible.
Once her breathing had gone back to normal and her tears had dried, she used the corner of her gown to wipe up her face. Straightening her back, she stared Finn directly in the eye. One of them had to be logical in this situation. “We just suffered a big scare. Your emotions are all over the place right now. You’re not thinking clearly.”
“I’m thinking clear enough to know you’re full of bullshit.”
“Excuse me?”
He ran a hand over his head, a common move she knew he did when frustrated. Join the party, buddy.
“I know the past half hour was scary—hell, Pru, the past few months have been terrifying.”
“Terrifying?” Sure, finding out she was pregnant by Finn, with twins, had been a bit of a shock, but she’d planned to become a mom. She wasn’t scared by it.
“I don’t mean the babies,” he said, reading her mind. “I mean us.”
“Us?” Great, now she was so confused she’d been reduced to repetitive one-word questions.
“Our relationship.”
“Finn, we don’t have a relationship.” Friendship, yes. Bedship, hell yeah. But an actual long-term, committed, this-is-going-somewhere relationship? No.
