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don’t want fifty more girls,” I replied, twisting back to find her still watching me. “I just want that girl.”
Babies weren’t supposed to be made in order to plaster over cracks in marriages,
“Stay out of trouble out there, okay?” I nodded slowly. “I’ll try my best.” “Make sure you do.” She laughed. “Because I’ve put an awful lot of effort into saving you, six.”
“What are you doing?” I demanded then, watching in horror as one midwife stuck a syringe into my mother’s thigh while the other began pushing down hard on her stomach. “Stop it, will ya? She’s only had a baby. You’ll hurt her.” “It’s okay, Joey,” Mam said. “This is normal.” “The fuck?” “I promise your mother is perfectly fine,” the midwife explained calmly. “This is all very normal. We’re helping her uterus to contract so that she can deliver the placenta as quickly and as easily as possible.” “The pla-what-a?” I gaped at the nurse and then swung my gaze to my mother. “There’s more?” I shook
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As a labor and delivery nurse LOL
“Any relationship that is held together because it’s comfortable isn’t a relationship worth having.”
“And what’s more is you won’t want to. You won’t want to breathe, or feel, or fucking function without them. That’s how you’ll know that it’s a real relationship,
“Why would I care about a girl who offers herself up on a plate for the taking?” Narrowing his eyes, he leaned even closer and hissed, “You’re another fella’s girlfriend and yet here you are on the flat of your back for me like a slut.”
Joey nooooooo
all I could think about was how epically right it felt to be with Joey.
“I see you, Joey Lynch,”
“Because the only time that I allow myself to feel anything is when I’m with you.”
“Don’t hate me, Molloy,” Joey mumbled, falling into the passenger seat the moment I let him go to open the car door. “You’re all I have to wake up for in the morning.”
“Mr. Brightside.”
Without her, I was nothing.
“Because you might not love yourself, but I do. I love you enough for the both of us,”
“You might be the addict in this relationship, but you’re also the habit that I need to kick,” she choked out, chest heaving as she turned in my arms to face me. “Because I feel like I’m dying when I’m with you, and I feel like I’m dead when I’m not.”
