Written In the Stars

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I woke up today feeling great. I've been on a semi high for the past few days, with how things have been sort of going with Steffy. It does seem like she is softening towards me. I know for sure that she still wants me; it's just about getting her to admit it herself and come back to me.

I've been in the office since early this morning, working. I didn't get much sleep last night as today is the day that Steffy and I are telling Kelly about her new baby brother. My heart is so full at the thought of telling Kelly and seeing what her reaction is to being an older sister.

An hour or so later, there is a knock on my office door.

"Come in," I say without looking up from the stack of papers sitting on my desk, continuing to write.

It's quiet for a moment, before I look up and see that it is Finn standing by the door.

"Finn," I say looking at him inquisitively, wondering why exactly he is here. Just then a quick flash went through my mind about Steffy and Kelly. Oh my God is something wrong with them? Did something happen? Finn continues to just stare at my, his eyes filled with anger.

"Liam," he says glaring at me, "We need to have a conversation," he says sternly, before shutting the door behind him.

I look perplexed, scared and nervous. I already know my face shows what I am probably thinking. "Okay, um—um, is it—um, Steffy?" My eyes widen, "Kelly, or the baby?"

Finn's eyes soften a bit, but still remain situated on me. "No, everyone is fine. I just figured that it was time, you and I had a conversation."

I pretend to look confused, and not know what he is talking about, "A conversation about what, Finn?" I ask playing dumb. I know exactly what he is going to bring up. I wonder if Steffy told him about what happened between us in her office last week.

"Don't play with me Liam, that innocent act you have going may work on Steffy and Hope, but it won't work on me."

"Tell me what this about then," I say lifting my hand up in exasperation. I'm tired of beating around the bush.

"It's about you and Steffy, obviously, and that game that you are trying to play with her again. I am here to tell you, to back off that it won't work. She's done with you, and she's moving on with me and 'our" baby.

I scratch my head and chuckle slightly, "Our baby, as in yours and Steffy?"

"Yes, that is what I said. You may be that baby's biological father, but make no mistake, when Steffy gives birth, it'll be me signing the birth certificate, and Steffy and I will be getting married. Then you will be out of our lives for good. That baby she is carrying will be my son. You will be nothing, but the sperm donor."

I am a bit surprised at his aggressiveness. "That's pretty ballsy of you. You seem pretty adamant about that. That is OUR child, mine and Steffy's, I have ever right to be involved in the child's life, and to be OUR baby's Daddy. I have much more right than you will ever have."

"I am," he pushes. "You are done, you are not going to come in here and mess up Steffy's life any time you need comfort, or are hurting. You are not going to use Steffy as a crutch, to get over your emotional state. Steffy deserves more. I am going to fight for Steffy, and save her from you," he shoots at me fiercely.

"I will agree with you on that, Steffy does deserve more than I've given her. She is extraordinary and I haven't always treated her as such, and for that I have regret more than anyone will ever know. "