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Thirty-Three

[RORY]

"Hi baby, I'm heading into a meeting. This important?"

"Why the fuck is there a man in our house, Finn?"

"What? What do you mean? Are you alright? Call the police, Rory–"

"He's asking about our laundry schedule."

"Jesus, lead with that next time," he huffed, fueling my own anger. "It's the fucking PA, it's my new assistant. Dunno why he–"

"Has a key to our home?!"

"For emergency purposes," he grumbled roughly, his voice still recovering from the bronchitis. "Can he finish up or do you want him out?"

"I just got out of the shower and I'm in a towel," I hissed. "I want him out."

Another string of curse words.

"Okay, I'll call him. I'm sorry. Fucking twat, dunno what he's thinking."

I hadn't expected to start my Saturday naked in the company of a stranger, but there I was. I shut the bedroom door and locked it, feeling less threatened than I did agitated. I hardly thought we needed help with domestic tasks but I would be biting my tongue, in full support of whatever it took to ease the stress on Finn. Regardless, I wasn't sure who the fuck would think coming into someone else's home unannounced was appropriate.

I chewed on my thumb nail, standing behind the closed door until I heard the front door open and shut, providing an immediate sense of relief. I let the towel drop to the floor, going over to the dresser and digging around for a bathing suit. Em was coming over for a much-needed pool day – I hadn't realized just how desperately I needed uninterrupted time with my best friend until she'd suggested it.

I'm sorry again. Not the best Saturday morning surprise.

I smirked at Finn's text, chewing on my bottom lip as I typed up a response.

Nope. You know how I like to spend my Saturday mornings.

I hit send, waiting for a response that didn't come. With a defeated sigh, I eventually set my phone back down, tying on my bikini. Once upon a time, Finn had been sending 'get yourself wet for me' texts on a weekday evening. It seemed as though he'd maybe moved on from the honeymoon phase without me.

I tried not to dwell on it, knowing the flames could easily engulf me if I entertained them. Instead, I made my way through the kitchen to get out orange juice and champagne for mimosas. Right on cue, the doorbell rang and I went to let Em in, listening to her ramble as we made our way towards the kitchen.

"Oh, mimosas! How fun."

"You're the one that said we were celebrating," I laughed, pouring two generous glasses of champagne before topping them off with the OJ. "Care to share what the occasion is?"

"We can toast to it."

Em reached forward to accept the glass being handed to her with a shit-eating grin on her face. Time moved slowly as I looked at her hand, eventually clocking the new accessory.

"What?"

She screeched and I flinched, processing the information. When things clicked, I set down my glass and threw my arms around her, completely and utterly shocked.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," I repeated, pulling back and grabbing her hand. I pulled it towards my face. "Is this real?"

"Yes, it's real," she laughed at me, rolling her eyes. "Sorry it's not a massive rock like the one you will be getting but it is, in fact, a real diamond."