The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: SURPRISE, SURPRISE

Abigail

"Meemaw?"

Meemaw rushed towards me, throwing both arms around my neck. Her familiar scent filled my nose, and I gaped in disbelief at her.

She was here. She was really here! I hugged her tightly, burying my face in her neck.

"My Abby," she said into my hair, rocking me slightly. "My baby girl."

"Meemaw," I whispered, biting back a sob. "How are you here? How did you..."

"Abby darling" Gramps cheered, hobbling toward us to join the hug. "There’s my girl,"

"Let me look at you." Meemaw pulled back and took my face in her hands. "Look at you. Look how beautiful my baby is."

"Thanks, Meemaw,"

"You didn’t tell me you had a new boyfriend." The sudden change of subject had me guffawing in surprise.

"What boyfriend?"

"Oh, that tall sonny," Gramps rolled his eyes, chipping in. "When he arrived at our place yesterday, your grandmother almost fainted."

"He was very polite and sweet, how could I not?" Meemaw gushed while my face scrunched up in confusion.

What on earth were they talking about? I didn’t have a... No. Finnegan wouldn’t... We weren’t in that kind of relationship. He wouldn’t go that far as throwing me a birthday party and flying my Meemaw and Gramps.

"...His private jet was a hoot," Gramps voice floated through my ears.

On his private jet?!

Finnegan Wolfe wouldn’t scrap several hours of work, just to make the day a half day, for my birthday, would he?

"I don’t like that you didn’t tell me about Finnegan, and I had to hear about him from Annette," Meemaw smacked my arm lightly. "Even the name is so solid. Don’t you think so, Gerald?"

"Mhmm, as long as he doesn’t mess with our little girl, he can be named after that World War II guy," Gramps grunted.

My chest felt so full it almost hurt. Mere days ago, I had been gripping Annette’s hand in a car, almost dying. That would have meant I never saw these two people again, my family.

And they were here now, in a garden full of lights and flowers, with me. I pulled them both in again, one arm around each of them, pressing my face into the space between their heads.

"I’m so glad you’re here," I managed. "I’m so, so glad."

"I am happy too, my baby," Meemaw replied, patting my back.

"Is it safe to stick my head out now?" Annette sauntered into the garden, wiggling her brows at me.

"Traitor," I accused her, letting go of Meemaw and Gramps. "You planned this with him? How the fuck and why?"

"I couldn’t resist," She whispered.

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