She loved the flowers. Thank goodness. So far, everything was beautiful and perfect. He didnât have any problems telling her he loved her, because he did. Finn knew very early on that he did. It hit him like a ton of bricks, he just never thought about it. And now, standing here before her, about to play the piano for her, he knew it was worth it. His blush stayed on his face, refusing to move, not all wanting to go anywhere. âNot as beautiful as you.â As she kissed him, his hand rested on her cheek, just stroking the back of her head as she kissed him. A kiss so sweet only made it better. Chuckling, he nodded and fidgeted in his spot. âYes, you do, âcause I might cry otherwise.â He hoped playing this song for her wouldnât hurt as much as he thought it might. Itâd been years since heâd actually played, but heâd practice in his sleep all the time.Â
Turning to face the piano, he took a deep breath before walking over to it. Finn sat down on the bench and wiggled his fingers, before placing them on the keys. âI know you know I havenât played in a while and that it hurts me to do it, but I want you to know why. My father and I used to play all the time. He taught me, but when my family cast my mother and I out, I refused to play. The thought of it hurt me too much, but with everything thatâs happened, the reunion, you, I just⌠well, I wanted to try, for you. If youâd like to come sit here, you can.â
And Finn played, his hands moving gently and smoothly across the keys, playing Your Song perfectly, sweetly and his voice, as he sang, yes sang, was melodic if slightly off key. But he didnât care, because in that moment, the only person that mattered was Adelaide.Â
Adelaide smiled up at him adoringly, wrinkling her nose as he pulled away. She was curious about the piano- she knew he had an issue with it, but she never really knew the story. Until now, at least. Her expression went even softer at his words, sighing quietly. Of course it had to do with his father, that made sense. Now that they had been reunited, he could play. If only this one time, for her. She moved to sit beside him on the piano bench, watching as his fingers danced across the keys. He made it look effortless. His voice was sweet, and a little off key, but oh she didnât care at all. He was playing for her, serenading her with one of her favorite songs. She smiled widely, a few tears coming to her eyes as she turned her gaze towards his face. She leaned her forehead against his shoulder, closing her eyes and letting a tear or two fall as she listened to his music.Â