when there was me & you ? ricky bowen imagines {ON HIATUS}

five years later (i)

"finn michael!" you call after your son. you sigh, wishing ms. macy "happy holidays" before you run after your son.

he's waiting at the front door of the center for you. you lean down to his height, cupping his face.

"finn, i love you but you can't run away from me, okay?"

"i wasn't going to go out to the car though!"

"finn."

"okay," finn sighs. "i won't do it again, i'm sorry mama."

you place a kiss against his forehead, grabbing his hand as you walk out to the parking lot. you unlock your car, opening the door to the backseats. finn throws his bag in the car, climbing into his carseat. you know he can do it himself, but you go to buckle him in before closing the back door and climbing into the driver's seat.

"mom, when are we going to grandma's?"

you turn in your seat to smile at your son.

"today! our stuff is in the trunk. we'll be there by six."

"yay!" finn cheers, throwing his arms in the air. "mom, do you have the tablet? so i can finish goblet of fire?"

his love for harry potter? he got from you.

thankfully, you had yet to pull out of your spot, so you reach into your backpack on the passenger side floor and pull out the tablet, reaching behind you and handing the device to finn.

he thanks you as he reaches and takes the device from your hands, pressing the on button. you know he had watched some of the movie last night so you're not totally surprised when you hear the yule ball scene.

you smile to yourself, turning the key in the ignition. you pull out of the parking spot, and turn on to the road.

—♫♪♬—

your younger sister, marta, is the first to come out to greet you as you pull in to your mother's driveway. you can guarantee she just wants to grab finn and run into the house to do something with him.

sure enough, she opens the back door, unbuckling finn. he flings his arms around her neck, and she happily wraps her arms around him.

"auntie marta!" finn plasters a kiss to her cheek and she lets out a loud laugh before giving him a cheek kiss in return.

marta is sixteen, the same age you were when you found out you were pregnant; you know she's always been a little salty about you moving to mapleton.

you still remember the argument it had arised when you asked your mom if you could go live with your aunts ("you realize this means i won't ever see my niece or nephew, right?").

you laugh to yourself as you remember your mom's response ("that's my grandbaby you're talking about. you think i'd let her keep us from seeing them?").

"i missed you, buddy!" marta pats finn's back. "you want to go watch this movie? it's called beetlejuice, you'll love it!"

"no, i can't." finn says, frowning. "i'm not finished with goblet of fire. can we watch that? please?"

"sure!" marta nods. "of course we can."

"yes! then we can watch beetlejuice!"

"perfect!"

marta and finn head into the house, leaving you to grab the bags. there's not many, about four if you include your backpack and finn's little one, but the duffels are heavy.