A/N: Hey, guys. This is my first official story. I don't own Ransom, My heart, or its characters. The song is "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch me'" by Fall Out Boy. Please review. Thanks.

I confess I messed up; dropping, "I'm sorry" like you're still around.

Hugo looked around, in despair.

What have I done? He thought.

Just hours earlier, the biggest argument he had ever had with his beloved wife, Finnula, had taken place in the woods. She wanted to hunt with him, but he wouldn't allow it. For cripes sake! She was pregnant! Did she even consider the danger in having sharp objects around her newly bulging stomach?

And I know you dressed up; "hey kid you'll never live this down"

Hugo regretted taking the harsh tone he was famous for with her. She ran off.

God, she was beautiful. Amidst her pregnancy, she had taken to wearing even more dresses. He knew she hated wearing them.

'Cause you're just the girl all the boys want to dance with

And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances.

Hugo was positive that at this very second, she was at the pub, talking with the overly willing men who had rightly dubbed her 'Fair Finn'. Hugo knew he should be the one comforting her. He also knew that those very men he ruled were talking about him poorly, to agree with Finnula, now an over-emotional pregnant woman. Eventually, she would go home and complain to her parents.

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming.

Hugo knew she needed him. He was positive. He decided to wait for her at her former home. It was pitch black when Finnula came. He knew her so well. Why couldn't they both agree on that?

She almost tripped on him. She started to yell, but she stopped herself, and took a deep breath.

She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

"Why are you here?" Finnula said, in that beautiful voice Hugo had grown to crave.

He simply looked at her, his manliness fading. He stood there, gaping. He was desperately trying to find the right words.

"How about you go fall off a cliff, and then maybe you won't be so worried about the baby." She said, venomously.

I don't blame you for being you

But you can't blame me for hating it.

"Finnula… Please. Just listen to me for a bit." Hugo said, his voice wavering.

"Fine. Dazzle me with your abundance of words, Hugo. Then go jump off a cliff." Finnula answered.

"Listen. I know you used to be this talented huntress that once provided for a whole town. But now, you're with my child. I know that, once this baby is birthed, you'll go back to being the lovely huntress you are, and I find that completely great. I love you for you, Finnula. But you have to understand, I'm always wary of losing you."

So say, what are you waiting for?

Kiss her, kiss her.

Hugo touches Finnula's arm, sending shivers through both of them. He leans in, but she blocks him.

"Too little; too late, Hugo." She said.

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late.

"Darling, what was I supposed to do? We were both steaming. I didn't want to cause a scene wherever you were." Hugo retorted.

"You still could've came, Hugo. I needed you." Finnula said, near tears.

"What is up with these mood swings?!" Hugo thought.

Hugo put his arm around Finnula's slender shoulders. He wanted to have her back in his bed, tonight. He could feel himself lose all anger he ever had towards Finnula.

He was so close to giving up. After all the love he has experienced, he found himself thinking back to the days when he would wake up in a new woman's tent every morning.

Write me off, give up on me

Cause darling, what did you expect

I'm just off a lost cause

a long shot, don't even take this bet.

Hugo told Finnula it would be so much easier to go back to his old ways. Hugo even knew it was a terrible thing to say, after all they'd been through. He didn't expect her to tell him that she knew it would be easier for him.

You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights

Get all the sighs and the moans just right.

She went inside the house, locking Hugo out.

Hugo couldn't stop replaying the scene in his head. He took a walk, to try to calm himself. Every little thing reminded him of his wife, and how he really messed things up. It wasn't really a big deal. But it was to Finnula, for some reason.

He thought back to how amazing she looked, even when she was angry and crying.

I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming.

She said, she said, she said, "Why don't you just drop dead?"

Oh, why did he have to try to prevent her from hunting?

I don't blame you for being you

But you can't blame me for hating it

So say, what are you waiting for?

Kiss her, kiss her

I set my clocks early 'cause I know I'm always late.

Hugo woke up, startled, when he saw his wife in her white billowy nightgown. He was sure this was a dream.

But then, she motioned for him to stand up. He obliged.

He looked at her with a questioning glance.

She giggled, and stood on her toes to kiss him.

They kept the kiss going for what seemed to be an eternity.

"Forgive me?" He whispered.

"Always. Do you forgive me?" She answered.

"Of course." He said, as he picked her up, and carried her back to the castle, and showed her just how much he loved her.

A/N: What did you think?