Mo Chuisle: Finn Balor

Chapter Twelve

I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited in the deserted airport waiting room. Yawning, I rubbed my tired eyes under my glasses and looked at the time on my phone for the fourth time. It was about one a.m Sunday morning and I was here to pick up Finn. However he was late; almost an hour late. 

Suddenly hearing a bit of voices from behind, I turned around and noticed a few people walking past with bags in hand. I felt myself becoming excited as I waited to Finn to walk around the corner. 

My anger for him being late vanished at the sight in front of me. Finn was dressed in comfortable clothes, hood on top of his head. He dragged his bag along side him as a security guard followed behind. Finn nodded him off before looking at me, smile on his tired face. 

"Hi," I breathed, walking into his awaiting arms. I breathed in his scent as I hugged him tight. 

He placed a kiss on my head before lifting my chin and kissed my lips. "Sorry I'm late, there was a layover in Michigan."

I shook my head, saying it was fine, as we walked through the airport hand in hand. After Finn tossed his bags in the trunk of the car, he sat in the front seat while I climbed in behind the steering wheel. 

"How's yar knee?" Finn asked after a soft yawn escaped his lips.

"Good, the doctor said I'd be able to get back in the ring soon." I wore a proud smile. 

"That's great lass," Finn yawned again. 

Thankfully, it was a short drive from the airport to Finn's apartment and we were a few minutes away. "Tired?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Exhausted, I need ta sleep for a few days." 

As I pulled up to a stop light, I glanced over to Finn, who was slouched in his seat. The hood still covered his head but even in the dark car, I could still see his bright green eyes. His messy hair peaked from underneath the hood and I bit my lip wanting to run my hands through it. 

"Do you have anything scheduled tomorrow?" I asked one I started driving again. 

"Sami wants to train before our signings tomorrow." 

"Gotcha," I mumbled. 

He had been gone for four days and all I wanted to do was cuddle with him on the couch. But I couldn't complain; this was our lives and I should understand. 

Pulling into the apartment complex, Finn and I silently got out of the car and he lead the way through the lobby and down the hall. Once inside his apartment, he dropped his bags and made a beeline towards the bedroom. 

Sighing, I decided to grab a glass of water before I followed his footsteps. A smile broke out on my face at the sight in front of me; Finn was cuddling the blanket to his chest, sleeping soundly. I set my glass of water on the end table before crawling in next to him. Turning my back to him, I snuggled closer to my pillow and as sleep was taking over, Finn laid an arm across my stomach and pulled me into his chest.

"I've missed ya," he mumbled in my hair before falling back asleep. 

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"Miss. Loriane, this is Cindy from the Hilton. We're just wondering if you were planning on extending your reservation with us." The ladies chirpy voicemail came through my phone the next afternoon. It was almost noon and Finn and I had just crawled out of bed just a few minuets ago.  

Smiling a thanks to Finn as he placed of eggs and toast in front of me, I sighed before setting my phone on the table. 

"Who was that?" Finn asked with a mouthful of eggs. 

"The hotel, they're wondering if I was going to extend my reservation with them," I took a couple bites of my breakfast. 

"Are ya?" Finn asked. 

Shrugging, I took a sip of orange juice. "I do need a place to live."

"Ya can stay here. I mean ya have been the past few weeks, might as well make it official." Finn spoke as if it wasn't a big deal. 

I searched his eyes to see if he was telling the truth; he was. "Are you asking me to move in?"

Picking up our plates, he set them in the sink before leaning against the counter. "Depends; are ya accepting my offer?"

Before I could give him my answer, I needed to know his opinion on something. "Do you think we're moving too fast?" 

"Not at all," he answered immediately. "I'm tirty-four years old, I'm done playing these relationship games. I see a future wit ya, I'm not going ta waste it."

My heart fluttered as I stood up and walked into his open arms. Kissing his lips gently, I nodded. "I'd love to move in with you."

His lips felt soft against my own as he kissed me again. "I just have one condition for ya."

"Hmm?" I asked. 

"Ya have ta walk around in yar underwear every night," Finn wiggled his eyebrows at me. 

"I think that can be done," I said placing another kiss on his sweet lips.