Mo Chuisle: Finn Balor

Chapter Twenty Eight

"I thought you weren't working this week," I semi whined in the phone. We had been home for a few days now and while those first few days were spent congratulating Finn over and over again for becoming champion. Today, Finn left earlier on in the morning, mentioning that he had something to do with work. Questions raked my brain as to what type of work called him out at six a.m but now it was noon when he finally decided to call. 

Finn's laughed sounded on the other end. "I'm sorry love. I had ta take care of some things." 

My face scrunched up while I walked down the hall, into the living room of our shared apartment. "Like what?" 

"Are ya dressed?" 

Looking down at myself with raised eyebrows, I nodded. My make up was done light and my hair was pilled up on top of my head. I was dressed in black skinny jeans and a grey crop top. 

"Yes, why?" 

I  was left stunned when I heard a dial tone on the other line. Anger boiled inside as I prepared to call Finn back but was stopped with a new text from him. 

N233W5324 Larod Court. Meet me here in ten minuets. 

Suddenly, I felt myself become giddy at the new adventure Finn was sending me on. Quickly sliding on my grey vans, I threw my bag over my shoulder and once I had my phone and keys in hand, I practically sprinted to my car. Thankfully, map quest said the drive would only be a few miles out. 

Once I turned into a primed subdivision, I felt confusion rake my brain as I drove slow trying to find the address Finn had sent me. 

"What the fuck," I muttered while pulling my car to a stop in front of a house that had a sold sign on the front lawn. My eyes marveled at the manicured lawn and the dark stone of the two story home.

 Finn was no where in sight so with a shrug of my shoulders, I walked up the steps and opened the door, my small voice carrying through the home. "Finn?" 

"In here!" 

Following the Irish voice, my fingers and eyes marveled at the furniture of the entry way and when I walked into the living room, my grey eyes snapped over to the man sitting on the couch, NXT Title belt on his lap. Finn took a quick sip of whatever was in the cup before smiling over to me. He was dressed in all black and I had to bit my lip to silence the moan. He was looking way too sexy right now. 

"What is this?" I pointed around the room, ignoring the burning sexual tension between us. 

Holding his arms out to the side, he gave me a bright smile. "It's our house." 

I felt my eyes bulge out of my head. "Our what?" 

Standing up from the couch, Finn walked over to me and grabbed my shaking hands, laying a kiss on them. "I bought us a house." 

"When?" 

"Today," the smile was still clear on his face. 

I shook my head, still in disbelief. "Why?" 

Finn shrugged as if it wasn't that big of a deal. "We needed a bigger place." 

Looking around the living room, I licked my dry lips. "This place must have cost a lot, Finn."

"Don't worry about tha price, Skylar. I'd been saving up for awhile now. Winning the title j'st gave me the final push." 

Feeling overwhelmed, I smashed my lips against Finn's, wrapping my arms around his neck. Our kiss was quick but passionate. Pulling away, I looked around the living room. "Did you buy the furniture, too?" 

Finn nodded, a proud smile on his face. "Do ya like it?" 

"I love it." 

Linking our fingers together, I felt Finn give a gentle tug, walking me into the kitchen. My eyes doubled at the size of it. I wasn't much of a cook but with this kitchen, I may just start. We continued the tour, me giving Finn a kiss in each room we stopped in as a quick thank you. 

I was speechless that Finn had bought us a house. He had always joked about it in the beginning but with everything that we went through, I figured he'd want to take things slow between us, focus on his career more. The fact that he had bought us a house, however, proved to me that Finn didn't feel different in our relationship; almost as if we never brake up. 

"Skylar?" 

Feeling the tug on my hand, I was pulled away from my thoughts and noticed Finn was looking at me with raised eyebrows.

"Hm?" 

"Ready ta see tha master?" 

"Yes!" I nodded, a small squeal erupting from my throat. 

Finn laughed before opening the closed door, allowing me in first. My mouth fell open as I took in the sight in front of me, a quiet gasp leaving my lips. Everything in this room was my style to the T and knowing Finn wasn't big on this style, it meant a lot to me that he allowed the one room we would share a lot of memories in to be something that mirrored my personality. 

"Demon got yar tongue?" Finn wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hot breath fanning my ear. 

"This is amazing, Finn." I finally breathed. Feeling tears well up in my eyes, I blew out a shaky breath trying not to let Finn see.

"Oi, what's wrong love?" 

Shit.

Turning around in his arms, I buried my face into his chest. Immediately Finn rubbed circles on my back. A few minuets of silence passed and once I felt composed, I looked up and met Finn's worried gaze. "I'm sorry." 

His eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "For what?" 

"Crying," I semi laughed while wiping away a few stray tears. "I'm just so overwhelmed. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

Finn moved a stray hand from my face, thumb grazing my cheek. "Yar worth it, love."

Feeling my heart almost break through my chest, I laid a gentle kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Finn." 

"Anything for you, mo chuisle."