A Part of Something Special

Breakfast at Finn's

The next day I was awakened by the smell of french toast. Who could possibly be here? I looked over and Allen was still fast asleep within the barricade of pillows I made last night. I got out of bed and picked up Allen and gently put him back into his crib. I was very proud of myself for not waking him up. I threw on small black shorts and walked into the kitchen. And then I realized who it was. "Finn! Thank God you're okay!" I ran up to him and he dropped his fork and gave me a hug. I kissed him really hard on the lips. "I thought-" "I know," he said as he leaned in to kiss me again. "Where's Allen?" Finn asked. "He's still sleeping," I replied. "Okay, then in the mean time, breakfast?" He said as he stood up and pored me a cup of coffee and got me a plate of french toast. "Thank you," I said as he handed me the plate and kissed me on the forehead. "First, I was devastated that you left and that I convinced you to, and then I thought something happened to you, in the flight accident, I mean," I cried. "I know, but after you left it only took me seconds to realize that I really didn't want to go, and despite your convincing, I still couldn't leave the two of you, so I got off the plane and went to Puck's. I spent the night there and I would have stayed longer, only, I saw the news, and I didn't want to worry you anymore than you already were," Finn explained. "You should've called." "I know, and I'm sorry I didn't," Finn apologized. Allen started screaming so I stood up to go get him and the next thing I knew I was lying back in bed, next to a screaming baby who was surrounded by pillows. I looked at my clock and it was 7:30am. In the Beetles shirt, I picked up Allen and tried to get him to stop crying. I wanted more than anything, for that dream to be a reality.