Finn Wolfhard Imagines

87 - anniversary gone wrong

Third year anniversary. Wow. Time flies, doesn't it?

I set up the table full of snacks, netflix films ready to get all cuddly to but I have a feeling we're gonna be more doing other things than watching the movies.

I look around. Candles. Our pictures hung up on string attached to the ceiling along with helium balloons.

Helium Challenge here we come.

The door unlocks and my eyes furrow. My eyes frantically looking down at my watch 6:24. He shouldn't be back by 7pm. The Lasagna isn't even done yet. Shit.

He opens the door and I put on a smile. He locks eyes with me and then looks around.

"Surprise."

I expected a smile. His huge goofy smile. But it never came.

"It's our third anniversary," he finally comes to realisation, "oh my god."

His fingers run through his hair. Stressed out of his mind.

"Y/N ... I hate to do this to you, especially today, but we need to talk."

My smile drops, "um yeah okay."

I blow out the candles and turn on the lights. So much for a happy anniversary.

I sit down on the couch. My body facing him but he sits with his body facing forward. Face in his hand.

"Hey, what is it? You can tell me. I won't get mad."

He takes a deep breath in, "I wouldn't be so sure."

He takes his hand in mine, his hand cold and shaking. Tears spilling from his eyes. I was now in complete confusion. My eyes eager to know.

"Y/N, I love you. You know that. No matter what happens I will always love you."

"What is it, Finn?"

"I met my ex today. She stopped by at the set."

"So you met your ex--"

"I have a son Y/N."

I remove my hands from his, "you're joking, right?"

"I wish I wasn't. He's 4 years old. He looks exactly like me Y/N. I didn't want to believe it. But he's my son Y/N."

I bite my lip and hear the oven ding, "lasagna's ready," I hurry to the kitchen. My head overflowing with emotions.

Of course he would follow, "Y/N... just say something anything."

"What do you want me to say Finn? Or do?"

"Firstly, I don't want you acting calm as you are now. I want you to tell me what to do."

"I have no right to be angry at you because it happened before we got together," I pause, "I think you should go to your son."

"Y/N ..."

"A child needs to have both their parents. It would be so selfish of me to ask you to stay but he needs you, your son needs you."

He pulls me into a hug, me instantly breaking down into tears. I didn't want him to leave but I knew that if I didn't let him, I'd regret it. And he would too.

So, within the next few weeks after that Finn and I agreed to break up to make it easier for him, and for me. Not to have lingering feelings while we're halfway across the world from each other. And he moved out to go live with his son and ex-girlfriend, had all his stuff in boxes and shifted out. I moved out of the house we bought together because staying there with all the memories would hurt too much. We stayed as friends, documenting our lives to each other everyday after that.

Do I miss him? Yes, very much.