Epilogue
Finn turned left, closed his eyes, and opened them again in less than a minute.
Turned back on his right, stuffed a pillow between his legs, closed his eyes again, but a second later popped them open.
Sat up, punched the pillow behind him, then lay back down.
He sighed that he'd finally found a comfortable position.
But this time, he couldn't close his eyes; all that work to get comfortable had made him hungry.
Reaching for the bell sitting on the nightstand, he rang it, and two seconds later, Bevin, not Prince, ran to the bedroom.
"Are you alright? Did your water break? Are you in pain?" Bevin rambled questions, checking Finn over, looking at the bed, and then the floor.
"No, I'm...I'm hungry."
"Hungry." The shock on Bevin's face made Finn giggle.
"Fuck, Finn, I told you to use the bell only in case of emergency."
"I know, but my cellphone is farther than where the bell was."
Finn and Bevin looked at the nightstand where his cellphone was sitting, maybe an inch from where the bell had been. Bevin looked back at Finn, making him feel sheepish.
"Fine, what do you want to eat? I'll order it."
"A chicken salad," Finn said.
"That's it?"
"Yeah." Finn lay back down and pulled his blanket up over his lap.
"Okay," Bevin said and turned to leave.
"Wait," Finn said, stopping him. "Maybe not just a salad. Add a soup."
"What kind of soup?" Bevin looked at him.
"Mmm...chicken. No, pumpkin. Or maybe beef. Yeah, beef," Finn said, shaking his head.
"Are you sure you want beef soup and a salad?" Bevin asked, and Finn wasn't sure if he liked his best friend's tone.
"Why are you asking me if I'm sure? Of course I'm sure," Finn huffed as tears filled his eyes.
"You know what, forget it. I don't want anything.
I'll just starve, and so will your brother and sister, since it seems like it's too much trouble for you to get me a chicken sandwich, a shrimp salad, and a beef, chicken, and pumpkin soup. "
He threw the covers back. "You know what, I'll make it myself." He went to get out of bed, but Bevin stopped him.
"Finn, don't, you know the doctor said you're not supposed to move around much."
"Then why don’t you want to feed me?" Finn growled.
"I didn't say I wouldn't feed you," Bevin said softly. "I just want to make sure I get everything you want."
"Really?" Finn said, looking up at his best friend.
"Of course. Now get back into bed, and I'll go order your soup and salad."
"And a sandwich," Finn added.
"Yeah. Now get comfortable, and I'll be back soon."
"You're going to be a good big brother," Finn said, complimenting his friend.
"I think so too." He smiled. "But I can't wait until Dad gets home; only he can handle your mood swings."
Finn ignored his last comments and got comfortable, grabbed the television remote next to him on the bed, and turned it on to distract him while he waited for his food.
As soon as he turned it on, he noticed it was the news.
He was going to change it, but stopped when Roderick's image appeared next to the journalist's head.
Finn shook his head. Three months ago, Roderick had kidnapped him and died right next to him. Roderick had been shot by a stray bullet during the shootout. The stress had sent the babies into distress, and for two weeks Finn had done nothing but lie still and pray.
Bevin, who had been on vacation with Shane, rushed back the second he heard that Finn was in the hospital. He'd been pissed at Prince for not telling him the minute he found out Finn had been kidnapped.
But he’d been grateful that Tucker was there to help with the rescue, which only deepened Finn's admiration for Tucker. Finn had also learned that his former boss had a hand in the rescue, but Prince wouldn't say exactly what role he played.
After he was sent home, Finn was placed on limited duty, and at his appointment two weeks ago, Doctor Hunt put him on bed rest for the rest of his pregnancy, and he was watched constantly by Prince, Bevin, and Gray, who would howl as if the house were on fire if he saw him lift something he shouldn't have.
Finn wasn't sure who trained him to do that, but Finn sometimes missed the sweet, quiet British shorthair who would sit by him while he had a cup of coffee or wanted to sleep on his stomach.
With Finn on bed rest, for now, their wedding reception was put on hold until after the babies were born. Finn felt a little bad about lying in bed all day while they were in the middle of packing up the apartment to move to EastVale. Finn had been so overjoyed when Prince told him.
For now, Bevin wouldn't move right away, and S&T Investments' head office would remain in New York, but Finn would conduct business remotely and gradually transfer operations to EastVale.
Shane, their university friend, had joined the company and was working as Bevin's assistant, which Finn had not seen coming, since Shane could work for his family's company.
Finn smiled and rubbed his stomach. Despite what had happened with Roderick, he was happy, and the babies would be born soon. He looked toward the door as it opened, expecting to see Bevin enter with his meal. But his face brightened when Prince entered carrying a large tray.
"A big birdie told me you were hungry."
Prince smiled and walked over to the bed, set the tray down, and then sat beside Finn on the bed.
He leaned down and kissed Finn on his lips.
Finn hummed, and his arms circled Prince's neck when he went to pull away, deepening their kiss. It had been so long since they’d made love that Finn was having withdrawals.
"You're home," Finn said when their lips separated.
"Yeah, did you miss me?"
"Stupid question," Finn said, chuckling, and then jumped, rubbing his stomach. "Ow."
"Are you alright?" Prince asked, looking at Finn with concern.
"Yeah, one of the babies just kicked. I guess they are just as excited to see you as I am."
"Ah, babies, Papa is happy to be home with you, too."
Prince helped him rub his stomach, but it didn't seem to be helping like it normally did. The kicking was getting more intense to the point he felt nauseated.
"Take a deep breath," Prince encouraged.
Just as Finn took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, he heard a pop, and then warmth surrounded him as if he had just peed, followed by the sharpest pain he'd felt in his entire life.
"P...Prince," he gasped, sitting up, looking at his husband in alarm.
"What? What is it?"
"The babies. The babies are coming," he stuttered.
"What?!" Prince hopped off the bed.
"My water just broke."
Prince ran to the door, and Finn wondered where he was going.
"Bevin, get the car, the babies are coming," he heard Prince shout, then ran back in the room. "Don't panic."
"I'm not," Finn said, breathing slowly.
"Bevin and I have this under control."
He walked over to Finn and picked him up from the bed, blanket and all, then rushed out the bedroom door. Before they got to the front door, Prince stopped and looked at Finn.
"I love you," he said and kissed Finn on his lips.
"I love you, too, but if you don't get me to the hospital soon, I'm going to have our twins in the living room."
Prince smiled, nodding. They left the apartment, and as they got on the elevator, Finn thought about how much his life had changed.
Once he had thought he was alone, and now he had a family.
One that he loved and who loved him back.
Finn knew Roderick was wrong to think he'd gotten the Cinderella life without working too hard for it, but he would never regret it, because without everything that had happened, he wouldn't have found the man he loved, who turned out to be my best friend’s dad.