The blurb of my life EPILOGUE
Eawynn is a twenty eight year old blurb writer from London, who has put her career on hold in the hopes that her employer will one day realise that she is madly in love with him. On assignment for a client's new book, Eawynn is sent north with Finan, a renowned photographer and the office serial shagger. Will they see eye to eye? Or will Eawynn only ever see Finan as the dater and dumper that she has come to know?
A/N - I can't believe this is the end😭😭😭 I've loved writing this story and thank you so much for the feedback!!! 🥰🥰🥰
I woke up today like every other Saturday morning, to the sound of someone snoring softly behind me. It had been that way for the last eight months and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I rolled over in the kingsize bed and looked at Finan with soft eyes. He wrapped his arm instinctively around my waist and I felt a soft puff of air tickle my nose. I giggled and placed my fingertips against his mouth, blocking the breath from escaping. Finan began to stir, pulling me towards him in protest. He was definitely awake and was only pretending. He buried his face into my neck and settled there for a moment before placing a light kiss on my collar bone. This only made me giggle more, so he continued to place soft kisses on me, eventually moving up my jaw to my face and mouth.
We kissed lazily for a few moments until Finan pulled away. He blinked the sleep away from him eyes and smiled at me contentedly.
“Morning.” He drawled out. His voice tinged with tiredness.
“Morning.” I replied back.
“Coffee?” He managed to get out, mid yawn. I merely nodded my head in response.
Finan pecked me on the lips and left our warm bed. He found his underwear on the floor of the bedroom, pulled them on and went downstairs. I sat up in the bed and pulled the sheet around me for warmth. It was almost summer again so it wasn't exactly cold, but the heat from the sheets was so inviting I didn’t want to lose it.
I followed Finan downstairs in my makeshift outfit and went to the familiar spot in the studio space. I sat on one of the stools, booting up my laptop and chewing my lip nervously. As the screen burst to life, I opened the document I’d been working on for the last six months. I re-read the last line on the page and started the next one, my fingers tip-tapping on the keyboard. Finan came back from the kitchen a tray of coffee and some toast in his hands.
“What, Eawynn, no! It’s a Saturday.” He groaned.
Finan placed the tray of food on the table next to me and enveloped me in a hug from behind. His short bearded chin, resting on my shoulder.
“Where are you up to?” He asked as he kissed my bare shoulder.
“Almost done. I think?” I said airily as I continued to type on the computer.
“Are you gonna let me read it?”
“You don’t need to read it. You are it. ‘We’ are it.” I said leaning my face to him.
Finan simply shrugged and kissed the side of my head before looking at the screen.
I carried on typing under the watchful gaze of my boyfriend and when I was happy shared the pages with Uhtred.
I’d left Coccham not long after the engagement party. I’d taken that step to move on with my life and did the only thing I knew how; write. Uhtred had told me if I ever needed any help professionally, he would be more than happy to give it. When I emailed him a couple of months later with the first chapter of my book, I thought he would laugh at me and politely decline it. However, to my surprise he had gushed over the pages and had requested more. Today I was sending him the final draft and I couldn't believe I had finally finished it. My first book. It was a fictionalised version of everything that had happened between Finan and I, our names had been changed of course and the setting; but it was our story.
As I closed the laptop ready to enjoy our usual, lazy Saturday morning together when the letterbox squeaked open signalling post on the doormat. Finan left my side to go and retrieve it and smiled when he saw a large, padded brown envelope. He brought the package over and placed it in front of me with a smile. I looked at it and then back at Finan quizzically as he name on the white label was his not mine.
“Open it.” He simply replied.
I pulled the red tab at the top of the package and looked at Finan curiously. He simply wore a gleeful smile as he leant against the table in the studio. Whatever was inside was heavy and solid. I slid the item out of the packet onto the table carefully and saw it was a photograph straight away. As I’d been with Finan for some time now, I knew that he would always send his work off to a professional framer, before giving it to a client. Why he wanted me to open this particular one was beyond me. As the frame sat upside down on the table, a small manila business card flopped out of the envelope onto the frame. I turned it over and on it were four words,
I picked up the frame and turned it over. Inside the beautiful oak frame was a photo of me. I was sat on the cliffside in Scotland, in my walking gear looking out across the Loch. I looked at Finan in shock and he beamed at me in pride. He took the photograph from my hands and took it over to the shelf full of cameras. He placed it next to the camera in pride of place then turned to face me. He said no words but simply came towards me, kissed me on the head and went about his day.
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