𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒, finn wolfhard

10 | Unity of Hell

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UNITY OF HELL

" fuck yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what i truly want... "

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THEN. February, 2020.

Y/n despised everything at first. The morning sickness, the exotic cravings, the wild emotions—she hated it all. The roundness of her stomach was barely visible, easily hidden by an oversized t-shirt (Typically one that belonged to Finn.) Still, just because it was invisible to the world, and most importantly to the teenagers at her school, she still knew.

She'd cry in the bathroom for what felt like hours, hiding in the stalls, away from the harsh classes and girls who vaped by the sinks. It was disgusting and gross, but she knew it to be her karma. It was her fault.

She knew her birth control did a crappy job on her. And yet, she couldn't pull away from him. She couldn't stray away from his lips, addicting like some haunting type of liquor. She allowed him in between her legs because she loved him, and now she had to pay.

But when he visited, it was all worth it. In her young, little mind, she could never imagine loving anyone besides him. It was incredibly naive, she'd realize that years later. The revelation would hit her when she wasn't staring into his bottomless dark eyes anymore, when instead they changed from a warm honey-brown, to crystal blue, then to emerald green. None of them conveyed as much as he did though. He smiled with his eyes.

"Hi baby. You' making mama all sore and sad, huh?" He'd sillily coo, his face pressed against the warm skin of her tiny baby bump.

Unintentionally, he forced her frown to turn upwards, and she beamed down at him with a giggle, as sweet as strawberries. And Finn hated fruit. But he could never hate her.

"Baby definitely has," She hummed with a tired yawn, setting her homework on the nightstand.

Finn pressed kisses to her stomach, an act of innocence and affection that drove her crazy. This felt like her Heaven. She realized right then, that maybe her situation wasn't all that bad. Because as long as she had him, (Which at the time, she presumed that would be forever, stupidly.)—she'd be okay. They'd be okay. Because it was a them, not a her or a him.

"He says he's sorry," Finn told her with a serious look, although he was joking of course.

She rolled her eyes, "How do you know it's a boy, huh? It's obviously gonna be a girl."

"I just know, Y/n, okay? Trust me on this. I already have a name picked out."

"It's not a boy."

"Whatever you say, princess." He shifted upwards, extending his body so his face was now level to hers, their heads on her pillows. He quirked a small smile, combing a piece of her hair back before swooping in for a quick, but meaningful kiss.

Y/n let out a sharp gasp and pulled away, "He kicked!"

"He, huh?" Finn smirked.

"Shit, I mean, she—she kicked, Finn!" Astonished with the creation of life in her, she moved his hand to cup the bottom of her pregnant belly, placing it on the spot that left jagged movements.