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.”

and she could not help the smile that spread across

placed her hand down on her

life growing in me! From now onward, I’ll have one more person to love me; One more person to call kin other than Mom and Finnick; Someone who will rely

she would inevitably think about how difficult it must have been for her own mother to give birth

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

have your own 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 were willing to make for

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,

handsome. No matter the gender,

remained all the way to the door of

just taken out her keys

unexpected visitor

was Benedict Morrison, the heir of the Morrison

able to actually leave the confines of her bed. Presently, she was escorting

surprised to see Vivian there but regained his composure soon enough.

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

to our house? Does he know