#finbel

Finn rummaged around he attic in search of his old songs that he planned on revising. As he searched his arm hit a box, knocking it over and spilling its contents. 

“Shoot,” The dark haired male said picking up the box, which was just labeled ‘Anne’ and shoveling its contents back in. He had almost finished when something caught his eye, a small book that had fallen open a few feet away.

Finn picked it up and glanced at it, the first words on the page catching his eye, Dear Finn. Curious the rockstar set the box down and leaned back, his eyes scanning the page.

Dear Finn, It read, I found out I’m pregnant today. The news came as a shock, but I should have seen it coming, with how much we did it. I wish I didn’t leave, I wish I could have seen the look on your face when I told you. I wish this wasn’t so hard, I don’t want to keep it, and I don’t want my family to find out. Alexandra begged for me to keep it Finn, and I’m going too but then I’m going to give it away. I can’t raise this child, Rock and Royalty can’t mix.

Finn turned the page and kept reading.

Dear Finn, the baby kicked today. It scared me but Alexandra told me that it was all right. I wish I could have seen your face when you felt it kicking, you would have loved it. Maybe someday I’ll tell you about this, maybe we’ll find our child and be a happy family, but that stuff only happens in stories. I miss you Finn, but I’m not going back. I’m leaving for London this weekend and am going to travel around until I give birth. That way no one will know.

The rockstar kept on reading, nine month’s worth of letters until he arrived on a certain page.

Dear Finn, the baby was born today, a girl. She has brown hair like you and my green eyes. I wish you could have been here, you would think she’s adorable. I want to name her Mary Jane, but if I name her I’ll get attached. I’ll let her new family name her and she’ll be happy growing up with them. They remind me of you Finn, fun, creative, and musicians. It hurt a lot, giving her way, but I had to do it, Rock and Royalty just do not mix.

The camp director expectedly turned the page but nothing more was written. Finn leaned his head back and sighed, this new information swirling around his brain. From downstairs he heard the door open and shut, an indicator that his ginger wife had returned home. The man stood up, book in hand and walked downstairs to where the countess sat on the couch, her shoes discarded and her handbag lying on the floor.

Anne smiled when she saw Finn approaching her. He leaned down and kissed her, before taking a seat next to the ginger and wrapping an arm around her.

“Hello,” Anne said leaning her head against him, “What have you been up too?” 

“I’ve been in that attic.” He answered. 

“That’s nice, you didn’t make a mess did you?” She asked, closing her eyes.

“No, I actually found this.” He took the book and placed it on her lap.

Anne’s eyes widened as she picked it up and opened it. “Oh Finn.”

“Annie, I’m so so sorry. I should have been there for you.” Finn held her close and kissed her head.

“It’s my fault dear, I shouldn’t have left.”

“I’m still so sorry.”

“I just wish you could have been there but the past is in the past. We’re together now and finally have our daughter back.”

“You want to have another?” Finn asked with a smirk.