Chapter 24

I speed dialed Finn and held my cell phone between my ear and shoulder. I was cradling a little boy toddler boy-- Elliot in my arms, trying to make him stop crying.

“Bianca, where are you.” Finn asked worriedly, “Why aren’t you at school today, it’s already past lunch! Tyler is kind of freaking out.”

"Tell him I’m fine.” I said over Elliot’s crying. “I need your help for something.”

“Is something wrong? Do I hear crying?”

“Just come over and I’ll show you.”

“Uh, okay?” Finn hesitated. “See you soon.”

I lifted Elliot up and made him lean face-down on my shoulder.” I grabbed tissues from a box to wipe his tears away as I walked downstairs to wait for Finn.

10 minutes later, I saw Finn’s Porsche pull up my drive way and him getting out of the car. I stood up from the couch and walked Elliot to open the front door with me.

Finn’s eyes widened when he saw Elliot standing shyly behind me. He walked in, and placed both hands on my shoulders and held me at arm’s width.

“Bianca,” Finn started, looking at me straight in the eye. “Please tell me you’re skill a virgin.” His gaze averted to Elliot and back to me.

“Let’s go upstairs, I’ll tell you everything there.”

Finn nodded and looked at me once more before swiftly picking up Elliot and walking upstairs with me.

He placed Elliot on my bed and sat down with him. I took a seat across from them on my office chair and sat back relaxingly.

“This is Elliot, “I introduced, gesturing to the baby. “He’s not mine, don’t worry.”

Finn pulled Elliot--- who has crawled to the other edge while we’re talking, back beside him. He looked from Elliot to me and raised an eyebrow jokingly, “He does look like you though.”

I rolled my eyes and left the room to get something for Elliot to eat, it was almost his “Fifth” meal of the day according to the schedule my mom shoved in my hand before she left the house this morning.

I was scooping baby food from the glass container when Finn appeared with Elliot beside me.

“This morning, one of my mom’s best friends had to leave town for a while and they just dropped him off here. My mom was busy- so she volunteered me to look after him for just today and tomorrow early.” I explained, “That’s why I need your help.”

“You want me to help you babysit?” Finn let Elliot down on the floor and raised an eyebrow, “You know I’ll probably drop him on his head or something.”

“Please? Finn?” I begged.

“fine.” He stared at my pleading eyes for a long time and answered finally. “What do you want me to do?”

“You know, play with him, and feed him, change diapers,” I replied, “Things like that.”

Finn grimaced, “How old is he?”

“3.” I shrugged. I picked up Elliot and placed him in Finn’s lap. I stepped back a few steps and looked at them. Finn sitting at the kitchen table with a kid on his lap. They made a peaceful picture of a father playing with their baby. I smiled. Finn looked so handsome.

Finn scowled, which soon twisted into a smirk. “Can I tell people he’s ours?”

I rolled my eyes, “No.”

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