3 Weeks Later
I stared at the ceiling as I sighed. 3. Weeks. No contact. No calling. No texts. No squish and loser. I sighed, rolling in bed. I placed my hand on my bump as I took a deep breath.
"What are we gonna do, kid?"
I asked.
Finn's POV
I walked out of the bathroom and looked at the empty side of the bed. The side of the bed that Bayley should be. The side of the bed that shouldn't be made up. It should be as messy as can be, knowing how messy of a sleeper Bayley is. That side was usually warm, not as cold as can be. The air conditioner should be on, knowing how hot Bayley got when she was asleep. Everything felt out of place.
I sat down in bed and sighed, looking at Bayley's side of the room. Everything was neat. Too neat for Bayley. It was like she was never in this room. A small smile spread across my face as I saw the photo that sat on her dresser. The photo of Sasha, her, and I that she gave us for Christmas. Everyone was so happy then. Fast forward six months and we aren't even in the same house.
I just wanted my squish back. I looked at my phone as I sighed.
Not tonight.
