“That’s it, this is the best shit, this is the best pussy, oh Indi, girl, you have to marry me. . .”
Then the breathy sweet groans of Indi and I had never been so jealous of anyone in my entire life, because I knew exactly what Indi looked like grinding down on my dick.
And now she was pregnant, oh god, she’d look even more beautiful. . .
When they were finally done, I wiped my wet face on my shirt and went inside. Then I stayed up the rest of the night, pouring my heart out passionately in a letter to Indigo. She was worthy of every height of poetry, every beautiful turn of phrase.
I couldn’t believe I had been such a fool.
“She walks in beauty/like the night,” I began with the most romantic sonnet in my arsenal.
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day/
Indi, thou art more lovely and more temperate.”
Perhaps it would be a little awkward, to co-parent with Astrid, but living next door would mean our child would have easy access to both parents.
“Your hair falls like auburn-shadowed gold,” I began. “Your teeth are like a flock of sheep.”
OK, maybe that was plagiarizing Song of Solomon. “You can sink those pretty little teeth into my cock any day.” Damn, now that was going way too far to the other extreme.
But still I poured my heart out, telling Indi like I never had before all my regrets about how I had behaved, how stupidly I had acted. How it had been nothing but a mistake with Astrid and it was only my foolish pride that had made me move in with her afterward.
After I was approximately twenty-two pages in, I re-read the whole thing, hoping it was as convincing as I thought, and that I wasn’t too maddened by sleep deprivation.
Feeling a bit melodramatic, I kissed the envelope, then sealed the entire thing with my fancy wax seal, and put it in my ex-wife’s mailbox.
Then I lay down to grab a few hours’ sleep on the horrible couch.
I overslept, but the first thing I did was hurry to the yard to see if Indi had received my letter yet.
To my horror, the first thing I saw wasFinnat the mailbox.
“That’s for Indi!” I called to him, but, before I could leap over the hedge and wrest the envelope from his fingers, he had ripped it open and my passionate declarations of love were in my rival’s big meaty hands.
CHAPTER 9
Indi
Ireplayed the entire ridiculous episode in my head all the way home from the birthing class, as Finn listed all the things he wanted to do to Ambrose, including boil him like an Irish potato in a stew and cut off his limbs and feed them to various Celtic deities.
But it was baffling why my ex-husband had acted that way. Ambrose was usually so concerned with status and decorum. Running up to me like that, with his eyes wild and his perfect salt-and-pepper hair disarranged, his jaw like granite, was not at all like him, and I couldn’t understand it.
But, somehow, it pissed me off.
I had beenoverAmbrose for months. Did my best to ignore him.
Yet, somehow, he kept popping up like a whack-a-mole game.
“The less said about Ambrose the better,” I said, cutting across Finn’s expostulations. “I don’t want to think another second about him.”
“All right,” Finn said reluctantly, running his hands through his thick dark waves. “But—hell, I had all this shit planned out.”
He took the little velvet box from his pocket and opened it again. “I know you aren’t sure yet. I know you think we’re too alike maybe. But please, just—hold it,” Finn said, giving me that big gleaming grin. “I’ve never met anyone like you. Look at the massive diamond, lassie, and think of all the possibilities. How many more diamonds and gems I can cover you with? This was Prince Harry’s second choice engagement ring, you know.”
“Prince Harry—what? How did you—? I don’tjustcare about diamonds!” I protested, although my eyes seemed entranced by the sheer level of sparkle here. “I care more about making the world a better place for our baby! My causes are what I care about the most!”
“I care about all of those causes too!” Finn said, coming around behind me to nibble on my neck. “I love thefuckout of all your causes.”
