My Sister's Best Friend [Completed]

*BONUS CHAPTER 2*

Finn.
10 Years Later
*unedited*

"No way, West. She is not ready," I say drinking a cup of coffee. Westlyn is pouring herself a cup and sitting down across from me.

I feel like we are at a meeting. She has her hands crossed and she is looking at me intensely.

Our routine is simple. We wake up a half an hour or so before the kids do so we can enjoy each other's company. Having three kids is not something I ever expected for myself but I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Finn, be reasonable." Westlyn's eyes are steady on mine. I try not to look away. We are having a staring match and both of us are determined to win.

I shake my head.

Westlyn throws her hands up in the air and groans.

"Peyton is sixteen-years-old," Westlyn argues.

"Thanks, Honey," I say sarcastically, "I didn't know how old our daughter is."

Westlyn laughs and covers her mouth. She doesn't want it to seem like I'm winning this argument.

"Maddy dated way younger than sixteen," Westlyn says.

"That is the worst example you could give. I do not want Peyton to be anything like Maddy was as a teenager." I want to hide just thinking about my daughter being anything like my sister used to be.

"Maddy's awesome," Peyton says walking into the kitchen. She pours herself a cup of coffee and sits next to West.

Two against one.

"Yeah, but you know she had a lot to work through before she became awesome," I tell her.

"Yes, I know," Peyton rolls her lined eyes. When the hell did my baby start wearing makeup?

"This is about the date, isn't it?" Peyton asks.

Westlyn nods then shrugs giving me a pleading look.

"You're too young. End of discussion." I say putting my cup in the dishwasher and begin heading up the stairs.

"This is not over, Finn!" West calls after me.

I'm not changing my mind. Sixteen is way too young. When do normal teenage girls start dating? Maybe if I had a normal upbringing I'd know this crap.

"Hey, Dad," Cole says walking out of his room wearing his baseball jersey.

"Ready for your game?" I ask my son. He has the same eyes as Peyton but brown hair like Westlyn. The perfect combination.

"Yup," he says, "I think P should be able to go out on the date."

"Why?" I ask amused.

"Tyler is my little league coach and a super good baseball player. He's cool and nice," he shrugs.

Sometimes this kid acts way older than nine.

"Tyler?" I ask, "isn't he older than P?"

"I don't know." Cole runs down the stairs and I can hear him rummaging through the cabinets.