Three years seemed to fly by in a rapid blur of moments spent alongside Finn. Gwen couldn't find herself to even attempt to be happy with Owen-even having tried to give him one intimate night, that crashed and burned. But she continued on with the thought that Finn was her priority. Nothing else mattered to her but this little angel that she saw crafted from a small bean into this miracle that she out to bed each night. By the time these years had passed, Finn had now passed so many milestones and was now entering prekindergarten that next morning. Gwen felt emotional in regards to seeing her son begin to grow up-imagining his graduation and even his own children before finally growing tired enough to sleep. Sliding in the bed beside a man whom had since become cold to her, Gwen fell aslee
