Finn, I’m Pregnant

🌸Eden🌸

He didn’t need to ask any questions; the screen said it all. His face hardened as he looked at the headline and the smiling couple. For a moment, he didn’t speak, his grip on the phone turning white-knuckled. Then he placed it gently on the table and crouched in front of me.

“Eden,” he said, softly , if this is what I think it is, then it isn’t worth your tears. He isn’t worth your tears.”

I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “It’s not just him, Finn. It’s everything. He destroyed my life. I thought I was getting better, but seeing this… It’s like I’m back at square one. I can’t move on.

His face fell. “That man doesn’t deserve another second of your pain.” His voice was calm.

I sniffled, my shoulders trembling. “I don’t know how to stop, Finn. I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.”

He hesitated for a moment, then did something I didn’t expect—he reached out and gently took my hands in his. His touch was warm, grounding, as if he were trying to anchor me in the chaos.

“You’ll figure it out,” he said, his voice softer now. “But not like this. Not by breaking yourself down every time he shows up in the headlines. You’re stronger than that.”

His words, though well-meaning, only made the tears fall harder. “I don’t feel strong,” I whispered.

Finn’s grip on my hands tightened slightly, his gaze unwavering. “That’s because you’ve forgotten. But you will remember, Eden. And when you do, you’ll be unstoppable.”

For a moment, I let myself believe him. Let myself cling to the hope in his words.  He didn’t let go of my hands, and somehow, that small gesture made the pain feel a little less suffocating.

His eyes narrowed as he studied my tear-streaked face. “What is it, Eden?” he asked, his voice lower now, more urgent.

I hesitated, my throat tightening as I searched for the words. “Finn…” My voice cracked. “I’m pregnant.”

His reaction was instant. His face hardened, and his fists clenched at his sides. “You’re pregnant,” he repeated, as if he needed to hear it again to believe it. His tone darkened, laced with anger. “And he did this to you?”

Finn cut me off, his voice sharp. “You’re carrying his child, Eden, and this is how he treats you?  Parading around with her?” He slammed his hand on the table, causing me to flinch. “We can bring him down with this. Use it against him. Why cry over him when we can end him?” 

“No!” I said, shaking my head fiercely. “I don’t want scandals, Finn. That’s not me.”

“You don’t need to protect him—”

“It’s not about him!” I snapped, surprising both of us. “It’s about me. I don’t want to be dragged through the mud. Nobody even knows I exist, Finn. He’s never shown me to the world as his wife. He’s hated it since he went into politics. I’ve always been his secret.”

Finn’s eyes burned with fury, but his voice softened when he spoke again. “Eden… I can’t stand seeing you like this. He doesn’t deserve your loyalty. He doesn’t deserve your silence.”

I swallowed hard, the weight of it all pressing down on me. “I just want to move on, Finn. I don’t want to fight. I just… I want to figure out what to do next, for me and the baby.”

Finn reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped my face. “Then let me help you. Let me help you start over.”

Finn pulled me into a tight embrace, his warmth grounding me as I trembled in his arms. His chin brushed the top of my head as he murmured, “Eden, you deserve so much more than this. Than him.”

I stayed still, letting myself sink into the comfort he offered. When he pulled back slightly, his hands lingered on my shoulders, and before I could speak, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. The gesture wasn’t romantic—it was steady, reassuring, a silent promise that I wasn’t alone.

“Now,” he said, his voice low but firm, “tell me what happened the day I found you. Did he hurt you?”

My throat tightened, but I forced myself to answer. “It wasn’t just one thing, Finn. The anniversary, the divorce papers, Nalani…” My voice cracked. “He told me he never wanted this life. Never wanted me.”

Finn’s jaw clenched, his eyes burning with barely restrained. “That bastard doesn’t deserve to move on like nothing happened.”

“Please, Finn,” I whispered, gripping his arm. “I don’t want a war. I just… I want to move on.”

“Alright,” he said. “But moving on doesn’t mean staying silent, Eden. You deserve more.”

I didn’t respond, leaning into him again, my head against his chest.

My phone suddenly buzzed on the table. The sound made me jump, and my heart sank when I saw the name on the screen.

It was Liam.

I hesitated, my hand trembling as I reached for it, but before I could grab it, Finn snatched it away. His face was serious as he looked at the screen, his grip firm.

“Finn, give it back!”

“No,” he said sharply, and without waiting, he answered the call and pressed the loudspeaker button.

Liam’s voice came through the phone, “Eden, I’m sure you’ve seen the news by now about Nalani and me. Yes, we’re engaged. We’re just waiting for the divorce to go through so we can make it official.”

His words hit me like a punch to the chest. He sounded so casual, like this was nothing.

“I also wanted to make sure you don’t do anything drastic,” Liam continued, “I know you’re a good person, Eden. I know you wouldn’t take this to the press. But if you need money, I can double whatever you want. Use it to take care of the baby after birth and stay quiet. No one needs to hear about any of this.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did he really think I would stay silent for money?

Finn let out a dry, humorless laugh. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, Mr Monroe,” he said, his voice full of disgust. “Trying to pay off the mother of your unborn child so she can let you play happy couple with you mistress, That’s low.”

“Who ever you are, stay out of this, Liam snapped. “This is between me and my ex wife! What are you doing with Eden’s phone? Few days after signing the papers she’s already riding dicks!”

That was enough. Liam couldn’t hear any more. He hung up.