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“I’m in love with you, and that’s something he can never take away from you.”
Charlie shrugged sheepishly. “It was worth a shot.” “God loves a trier,” Casey agreed, eyes dancing with mischief. “But Aoife loves Joey.”
“A baby,” he repeated slowly, voice slurred. “Where’s the baby?” “In here,” I croaked out, reaching down to cover the hand he had splayed over my belly. “In you?” With my entire body rigid with tension, I forced a small nod. “What’s it doing in there?” “You put it there, Joe.” “I did?” “Yeah.” I blew out a shaky breath. “You did.” “Well, shit,” he slurred, nuzzling my neck with his nose. “I’m sorry, Molloy. I didn’t mean to.”
Bruh…
“I’m not done with you, Joe,” I squeezed out, shivering. “And it’s okay. You’ll be okay.” “So will you, Molloy.” His arms tightened around my body, and even in his altered state of mind, he somehow managed to say the right thing. “Because I’ll look after the both of you.” My breath hitched. “You promise?” He nodded. “I promise.”
“At first, I thought you were just getting fat, but now it makes sense. All the weird food you’ve been eating is because of pregnancy cravings.”
Someone hold me back…he pissing me awffffffff
“You know I’m right,” Kev called after me. “You won’t last a day of motherhood until you’re pawning the kid off on our mother to do it for you.”
I'm about to jump into this page and beat this mofo uppppppp
“If I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?” Pushing her window open, I took another drag of my smoke before flicking the butt away. “Depends.” “Promise me, Joe.” “Okay, I promise.” Chewing on her bottom lip, my baby sister squirmed in discomfort before throwing her hands up and blurting out, “I kissed Johnny Kavanagh.” Well, shit. I wasn’t expecting that.
<3
“Did anything happen?” “We hugged.” I fought back the laugh that was threatening to escape me. “You hugged.” “Uh-huh.” Desperately trying to keep a straight face, I asked, “Was it a good hug?” She sighed wistfully and clutched her chest. “It was the best hug I’ve ever had.”
Awww Shan…love her
“I love you.” “I know.” Emotion flickered in his eyes, and he bowed his head. “I love you back.” “No. You don’t get it. You are the love of my life,” I bit out, catching his chin and forcing him to look at me. “What I feel for you? How deeply I love you? It’s fucking insane, Joe. So, yeah, I’m going to do the right thing for you every time, whether that pisses you off or not, because I want you here with me. On planet earth. For a long time.”
:'(
“Your brother has a big mouth,” Paul continued. “Kev?” she strangled out, and the look of hurt in her eyes was sobering. “Kev told you?” “He’s been telling anyone who will listen to him.”
I HATE HIM
“Three and a half months!” My eyes widened and the panic I was feeling multiplied by about three and a half months’ worth. “Three and a half fucking months and I’m only hearing about it now?”
LITERALLY
“I didn’t even get a chance to tell him myself.”
Girl…
“I’m here and I’m going nowhere.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” He nodded slowly, eyes locked on mine. “I won’t run.” “You swear?” “I swear,” Joey replied, tone laced with sincerity. “I won’t leave you alone in this.” “Then that’s all you need to say,” I sobbed, nuzzling his cheek with mine. “Because that’s all I need to know.”
“I’m not expecting perfection from you, Joe. Hell, I don’t want it, because I’m definitely not perfect. So, all I need you to do is be honest, be faithful, and keep trying.”
<3
“You’re worth believing in, Joe. You are so incredibly worth it all.”
:')
“Please, Joe,” I begged. “Just stay calm, okay?” When my words failed to reach him, I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my stomach. “Feel this?” I demanded, eyes locked on his. “This is ours.” “Molloy.” “This baby is yours,”
:')
“But this baby is not you, the same way that you are not him. So, we’re going in there, and we’re going to take all of the shit our parents throw at us on the chin, because we both know that nothing they say or do could ever change a damn thing for us. Because I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine.”
<3
“Enough,” my father barked, glowering across the table at Joey’s father. “I don’t know how things work in your house, Lynch, but you’re in my house now, and you will keep your tone in check.”
Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy clock it
Yes, he did. The only remorse Kev felt was for the fact that he now found himself on the sour end of our parents’ good graces.
Clock it sis
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” Teddy interjected, sounding entirely unaffected by the sincerity in his son’s voice. “Talk is cheap. It’s grand saying you’ll be there now, but you haven’t a notion of what’s coming down the line, boy.”
You're one to talk…deadbeat…
“I’ve been in your shoes,” his mother said, looking directly across the table at me, with so many unspoken words glistening in her forlorn blue eyes. “I know where this is going, and I think…” Pausing, she sucked in a shallow breath and tentatively tucked her dark hair behind her ears before continuing. “I think you should consider a termination.”
Ain't no wayyyyyyyyy
“Maybe not Darren, but definitely him,” Teddy spat out,
…
“Kind of like what your mother should have done to you, Teddy?” I heard myself hiss.
Perioddddddd
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, woman, get a grip, will ya?” Teddy snapped, slamming his fist down on the table in annoyance. “There’s nothing admirable about two teenagers shacking up to play house. You want a preview of how it goes, take a good fucking look at us.” “Don’t raise your voice to my wife,” my father warned in a deathly cold tone of voice. “And her name is Trish, not woman.”
Period Tony!!!
“I’ve loved your daughter for six years,” Joey finally broke his silence by saying. “I can easily love her for another eighteen.” Goddamn…
Ayyyyyyy
“You might have fathered six kids, but you sure as shit didn’t raise them.” “Joey,” Marie choked out, looking anxious. “Please don’t go there.” “And you sure as shit didn’t mother us,” he snapped, tone laced with accusation as he glared at his mother. “Darren raised me and Shannon. Not you, and not him. Darren raised us—until your husband literally drove him out of the fucking country. And then, all of the raising was left to me. So, don’t fucking sit there and pretend that I’m incapable of being a good father to my kid when that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for yours since I was twelve!”
CLOCK ITTTTT
“I know exactly who you are,” his father shot back, unyielding. “You’re me twenty-four years ago.”
"I'm about to beat this b* up" - Demi Lovato
“You think I give a shit?” Teddy laughed cruelly. “I never wanted to see your face, boy. I still don’t, so what makes you think that I would want to see anything that came off ya?” “My heart’s bleeding,” Joey drawled sarcastically. “You’ll be bleeding alright, when I get my hands on ya.” “Jesus Christ, Teddy,” Dad snapped, running his hand through his hair. “That’s your boy you’re talking to.”
LOL
Take Joey up to your room while we finish up here.” “Upstairs?” Dad muttered. “Really, Trish?” “What are they going to do, Tony?” Mam sighed. “Get pregnant again? They have to get this one out to put another one in.” “Jesus, don’t give them any notions.”
LOL
You’ve never met anyone as cold as— Hold up. Should you even be using that stuff?” He stopped his rant-induced pacing to swipe up my bottle of nail polish and eye it warily. “Doesn’t this shit have chemicals that might be bad for my baby?”
Okay zaddyyy
“Poor kid is fucked and she isn’t even here yet.” “It might be a boy.” “Christ, I hope not.” My heart flipped. “You want a girl?” “I just don’t want anything remotely like me,” he replied, and his honesty broke me. “Let it be all you, and I’ll be happy.” “I do,” I replied. “Want it to be like you, that is.”
“Now.” Smiling sweetly up at him, I leaned back on my elbows and wiggled my toes. “Blow.” Joey looked at me like I had grown an extra head. “You are fucking crazy if you think I’m blowing on your toes.” “Come on, Joe,” I whined, toes still wiggling. “I’m pregnant.” “So?” he shot back, looking personally insulted. “I don’t want the polish to smudge.” “Then don’t smudge it.” “Blow.” “No.” “Blow on my toes.” “Absolutely fucking not.” “Joey Lynch.” “Aoife Molloy.” “You said you’d be there for me.” “As your boyfriend and the father of your baby,” he spluttered, throwing his hands up. “Not as your
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My faves honestly LOL
“Don’t ever lose it, Molloy.” “Lose what?” “That spark of fire that makes you so incredibly you,”
<3
“There’s paracetamol in the cupboard.” “Mam.” “No, Joey.” “I’m asking ya to help me,” I bit out, feeling the desperate hunger for relief steadily clawing its way up my throat. “Please, Mam.” “Joey.” “Please,” I ground out. “I’m in pain.” “I told you that I have paracetamol in the cupboard.” “Please,” I choked out, resisting the urge to scream, Fuck your paracetamol. “Just this once and I’ll never ask again.” “Joey.” “I’ll beg if I have to.” “Don’t beg.” “Please, Mam. Fucking please.” “Fine.” Tears filled her eyes. “Just this once.” “What do you have?” She sniffled before whispering,
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No…
“Don’t ever ask me to do this again.” “I won’t,” I replied, even though we both knew it was a lie.
Marie!! :'/
“Hey, Sexy Legs, I slapped the shit out of your brother just now,” Alec declared, sinking down on the table in front of us. “Hope ya don’t mind.” My eyes widened. “You did?” “Of course.” He winked. “Lynchy’s on his last warning, so he couldn’t do it. And I couldn’t have Brains doing my favorite girl dirty like that.”
Period
“The best thing I ever did was get away from you.” “No, that was the best thing you ever did for me,” he sneered. “It was the worst thing you ever did for yourself, because now all you’ll ever be is the mother of that junkie scumbag’s little bastard.” “Say it again.” The breath left my body in a dizzy rush when a familiar menacing voice filled my ears.
Ayyyyy
“Joseph, would you care to tell the class what you two are whispering about? In your native tongue, if you will, since I have spent the past six years attempting to teach you the language.” “Ceart go leor, a mhúinteoir,” my boyfriend replied with a nonchalant shrug as he replied in As Gaeilge. “Bhí mé ag rá le mo leannán go bhfuil grá agam di.” My heart slammed wildly in my chest as I mentally translated his words. Fair enough, teacher. I was telling my sweetheart that I love her. “Dúirt mé léi freisin go bhfuil cuma álainn uirthi,” Joey continued to say, not missing a beat. I also told her
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A MANNNNNN
“First and foremost, there’s the matter of whether or not the school’s insurance covers having a pregnant student on school grounds.”
Huh?
“What are we even doing here?” I looked around at their faces. “Aoife’s pregnant. I’m the father. She’s due after we finish school, so I really don’t understand the need for this bullshit meeting.”
Real. Clock it
“Never mind next year,” I choked out. “We’re going to have a baby this Halloween.” My eyes widened. “Halloween, Joe. We’re going to have a trick-or-treater.” “And Santa at Christmas.” “And the Easter bunny in spring.” “And I don’t have a house, or a car, or a fucking qualification.” He scrubbed his face with his hand. “We are so out of our depth here, baby.”
<3
The clearest of my memories involved nights with her. The only nights I ever wanted to remember were the ones I spent with her.
<3
“Yeah, Tony, we understand each other.” “I’m not saying that I think you’d do it,” he offered. “But you’re—” “I’m my father’s son,” I filled in flatly. “I get it.”
I hate this…
“Joey, come home. Come home quick!” Ollie screamed down the line. “Please, come home. Daddy’s going to kill her!” “Who, Ollie?” I demanded as my legs broke into a run in the direction of my house. “Is it Mam?” My heart jackknifed in my chest. “Is he hurting Mam?” “Shannon!” Ollie screamed down the line. “He’s killing Shannon!”
My heart is shattering all over again :'(
“You are the most pathetic excuse for a mother that ever walked the earth.”
!!!
“Teddy, oh god, Teddy,” Mam cried, rushing to his side. “What have you done?” And there it was. There she was. Running straight to him. It broke me.
Bruh…deadbeat
“Him or us, Mam.” Silence. Blank stares. Nothing. She just continued to sit by his side, staring vacantly up at me. “I want you to know something,” I managed to say, fighting back the tears that were trying to fill my eyes. “I want you to know that I hate you right now more than I have ever hated him. I want you to know that you are no longer my mother—not that I ever had one of those to begin with.”
…
The only way you’re leaving me is in a box. I’ll kill ya before I let you leave me. Do ya hear me? I’ll burn this fucking house to the ground with you and your cunts in it before I let ya go!”
*sigh*
“You’re a fucking ghost in this house. You’re wallpaper, Mam. A mouse. You are not good for us.”
Wallpaper and mouse is crazy
It was only ever going to go one of two ways. Either he was going to kill me, or I was going to kill him. At least, if he finished it, I could rest. I could just have peace.
Oh joe…
