𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐅.𝐖 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Dr. Wolfhard (2)

Part two bitches

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Finn

I didn't sleep that night. Not really. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling like the answers were going to be written up there in glow-in-the-dark stars or something. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was her walking out, her words echoing and burning a hole into my chest.

"I wish I married someone normal."

That one stung. Not because it was cruel, but because it came from her. The one person who used to hold my face in her hands and tell me I was her favorite kind of strange. The woman who used to laugh at my odd facts and proudly wore the title "Mrs. Wolfhard" like it was a badge of honor.

She hadn't come back upstairs. I didn't go downstairs either. Maybe we were both being cowards. Or maybe we were just trying to breathe in separate spaces before we said something we couldn't take back.

When the morning sun started peeking through the curtains, I finally got up. My white shirt was wrinkled, my eyes bloodshot, and my chest still felt like it had a brick sitting on it. I walked to the bathroom, splashed some water on my face, and stared at the mirror like it had answers for me.

Nothing.

The house was quiet as I walked downstairs. Too quiet. No sound of the coffee machine, no cereal crunching, no sarcastic remarks about how I always left my shoes by the door.

Then I saw her.

She was sitting on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them. She looked so small, like the weight of everything had folded her in half overnight. She didn't even look up when I walked in. Her hair was messy, eyes swollen.

I sat on the arm of the couch, careful not to get too close, in case she needed space.

"You still have the appointment today?" I asked softly.

She nodded slowly. Didn't say a word.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Do you... want me to come with you?"

That's when she looked at me. Really looked. Her eyes met mine and for a second I thought she was going to say yes. But she shook her head.

"No. I made this decision alone. I'll go alone."

A beat of silence. Maybe two. My heart felt like it was beating in my throat.

"Y/n," I started, but she held her hand up to stop me.

"Please don't try to change my mind. You said it last night—our business isn't theirs. But Finn, it is. We live in a world where people know us. Where they don't just talk, they tear. And I'm tired, okay? I'm so tired of feeling like I have to prove that I'm enough to be with you, and now to prove that I'm enough to raise a child with you."

Tears were threatening again, but I blinked them away. She wasn't wrong. God, that's what hurt most.

I slid off the arm of the couch and knelt in front of her. I didn't touch her. I just sat there and spoke like if I didn't, the moment would crush me.

"You don't have to prove anything to me. You never did. You're enough, Y/n. You've always been enough. I didn't fall in love with your resume. I fell in love with the way you talk to animals in baby voices. The way you cry during every Pixar movie even though you've seen them all ten times. I fell in love with your heart. Not your GPA."

She started crying. Quiet, painful sobs that made her shoulders tremble. And that was it for me. I broke, too.

I reached out, slowly, and wrapped my arms around her. She didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into me like her bones had finally given up fighting.

"I'm scared, Finn," she whispered into my chest. "What if I ruin this baby?"

I held her tighter. "Then we'll ruin them together. And we'll love them so much they'll never notice."

The clock ticked. Her appointment was in two hours. And I didn't know what she'd decide.

But for now, we just sat there, two broken people trying to put the pieces back together.

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