Never Late, Never Away

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 290

Vivian knitted her brows. “Finnick, you really don’t have to do this for me. You should – ”

She suddenly gasped while her whole body tensed. Finnick’s hand had just drifted past the insides of her thighs.

He stared at her blushing face and chuckled. “Hmm? Vivian, just what are you thinking about?”

Hearing that, her face flushed even redder.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to change the subject. “Nothing. I was just thinking about how uncomfortable it must be for you, with your clothes sticking to your body like that.”

“Oh?” He raised a perfectly sculpted brow at her. There was a wicked look on his face now, a far cry from his normally indifferent expression. “So you’re hoping I would take my shirt off, is that it? You want me to bathe with you?”

“N-no!” Vivian could have bitten her own tongue off. No matter what she said, Finnick would always find a way to twist her words. If that was the case, she might as well keep quiet and accept his care for her.

The minutes ticked by as she watched him clean every inch of her. At last, she could not hold back anymore and blurted, “Finnick, do you really like kids so much?”

He shot her a quick glance, replying, “I only like it because it’s yours.”

beat and she could not help the smile that

her hand down on

one more person to love me; One more person to call

think about how difficult it must have

visit her mother. She wanted to tell Rachel the good news in

children.” Now that she really was pregnant, she could understand what her mother meant. She was finally coming to realize just what it meant to be a mother. How proud one could feel and the sacrifices they

her way to Rachel’s, she went past a maternal and infant supply store. Unbidden, her footsteps slowed before stopping. She gazed at the small articles of clothing and the little booties on display, finding them absolutely

her and Finnick’s baby would be either incredibly beautiful or handsome. No matter the gender, it would definitely be more

face remained all the

out her keys when the door

unexpected visitor

was Benedict Morrison, the heir of the Morrison

leave the confines of her bed. Presently, she was escorting Benedict to the door with a wide smile on

regained his composure

you here, Benedict?” Vivian was barely able to squeeze out any word. She was taken

to our house?