𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

𝟐𝟏.

What?

Tw: Sam

Finn

Eventually y/n had to take care of her daughter and go to work. I was really bummed out by it but we had to get out of our little world sometime.

The whole drive home, I was prickling with anxiety. I most certainly was going to get an earful from Sam and I was not looking forward to it.

Klaus is going to want to know why and how the hell I got there in the first place. And the cherry on top is I would need to have a very serious talk with Sam.

I've decided, I want to be with y/n. Of course I would take responsibility for my kid with her but I need to be with y/n, I can't wait anymore that I already have.

When I made it to my house I stopped in front of the driveway for a minute, trying to recollect myself before I step foot into the fire gates of inferno.

"Fuck." I slammed my hand against the steering wheel and dropped my head down. How the hell am I supposed to do this..

After a few more minutes of just sitting there i decided that wherever this takes me, it takes me. I put my car in park and walked to the front door of my house.

And here we are again. Stopping in front of my own tracks. I sucked it up and opened the door, walking through the welcoming hall before I made it to the living room.

My heart dropped when I saw Sam holding a pillow against her chest, hair all messy, wearing my shirt and laying down on the couch, she's been waiting for me all night.

Guilt started eating me up as I approached her and noticed her tear stained face against the couch pillow. I felt as if I got punched in the gut watching her like this.

The last thing I wanted was to make her worry about me. I sat down on the edge of the couch and reached out my hand, placing it on her arm. I guess that woke her up because as soon as she shifted I removed my hand and waited for her to fully wake up.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around for a bit before sitting up slowly. The minute she noticed I was next to her a smile appeared on her face and she dove into my arms.

I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her because honestly I was shocked. I was expecting a slap on the arm or a where the hell were you. But she didn't say anything. She just stayed there in my arms.

Like it was the safest place on earth. I don't know why I did what I did next but it was done anyways. I pulled away from her and kissed her. Sam leaned into the kiss and broke it off after a few seconds so she could go back to being held by me.

I sighed and muttered shit under my breath so quiet that she couldn't hear it. I genuinely didn't know what to do in this situation. I didn't want to hurt her but I was seriously unhappy in this relationship.

I heard some footsteps come from up the stairs which made me divert my vision over to it. Klaus came down and gave me a look. It was sort of a smirk mixed with a 'you're so screwed.' He continued his route towards the kitchen.

"Where were you?" Sam whispered against my chest. "I was worried." Then she started hitting me over and over again lightly. "Ow- ow- okay, stop." I held her wrists so she would stop and then proceeded to answer the question.