The Hybrid's Sons

Chapter Seven

Walking down the stairs to begin the new segment of my life, I start to think of all the things I could to make it better. I could take Laney to the park, the library, out for ice cream, go to the movies. I could think of a million things to do with her. I could think of things that we would both love to do together.

But then I think of all the things that I could do with Finn, and I can't come up with a single one. How am I suppose to mend our broken relationship if we don't have anything in common? How can we find an equal bond that we both enjoy.

I like reading, drawing, writing, and running. Finn likes sex, guitar, drums and football. I don't see anything in those few lines that could bond us together. Maybe I could try and cheer him on at one of his games this weekend? But I wouldn't have any idea what is going on amd I'll probably make a fool of myself.

I make my say through the living room and kitchen before finding one of the two people I have been looking for, and just to my luck, it is Finn.

Finn looks up as I walk into the room and sets the sandwich he is eating on the table before standing up.

"You're already up? The doctor said you might be out for the rest of the day." His deep voice rocks my insides and makes my heart clench, wanting to hear more of that sinfully deep voice.

"Yeah, I woke up a little bit ago. Daddy said I was okay to walk around for a little while." I shrug my shoulders as I fold my arms over my chest. Now that I am faced with a conversarion with Finn, I feel awkward and don't know what I should say.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you woke up. Daddy told me to come and eat while we waited for you to wake up. I would have been there otherwise,  but I was pretty hungry." Finn rubbed the back of his neck as he gave me a lopsided smile that made my breath whoosh out of me in a single breath.

"It's okay, I understand I'm not your number one priority nowadays." I say breathlessly as I stare at the ground, running my sock covered toes over the stain in the rug. Finn frowns before he walks closer to me.

Every step he takes, I take one back, and another, and another, and another, until finally my back hits a hard surface - the fridge if the cold seeping through my thin shirt is any indication - and Finn is standing only an inch away from my body. If we breathed at the same time our chests would rub against each other.

"Just because I'm busy, doesn't mean you aren't a priority." Finn grumbles as he stares at me through slittled eyes. I can't tell if he is trying to figure out if I have a crush on him by simply being close enough to me to cause a reaction, or if he is trying to prove to me that he does care about me. My heart swells as I think about the second option and wishing that it could be true.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to think that I think that you don't care about me." I say quietly as I stare at him through my lashes. Finn blinks down at me - as if trying to decifer a hidden meaning in the words - before leaning in, so we are only a few centimeters away, his breath fanning over my gaped lips.

"I care about you, more then you could ever imagine." With the look in his eyes, and the husk in his voice, I could almost imagine that he cares about me in the way that I cared about him, but then my own insecurities come back, and I become full of jitters once again at his closeness.

Finn still hasn't moved after a minute, so I slowly bring my hands up and lay them on his chest with the intent to push him away, only for them to barely graze his chest before being grabbed by his own hands and being slammed up by my head. I gasp in surprise as I look at Finn, the look in his eyes, want, need, lust, love, they couldn't be for me. Right?

Almost as soon as Finn has moved, he seems to have realized something and drops my hands and his to the side before taking a large step back. We stare at eachother for a few more moments before he turns and begins to walk away.

"Can I come to your game on friday?" I spoke quietly. I was hoping that he wouldn't hear me and that I could get away with saying that he didn't want me coming, but alas, he did hear, and Finn turned back to me with a small smirk.

"Yes, I would enjoy seeing you in the crowd cheering for me." With those words Finn walks through the kitchen door and out of the house. I placed a hand on my chest and take a calming breath to try and slow down my beating heart. It feels as if I could have just ran a marathon with how fast it had been beating, but knowing that it was only my brother who did this to me, make me nervous.

How was I ever going to get over my crush on Finn, if Daddy wanted me to spend more time with him?