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“Yep.” I nodded. “And you get to eat cake in bed with the same person for ever and ever and ever.”
“I was five,” she grumbled, fully awake now. “I thought I was being sophisticated using the word ‘super’ all the time.”
Ollie’s face fell, but like the absolute queen she was, Aoife was quick to add, “It’s all good, Ols. You know he’ll pop next door to say good night to the three of you before bed. Same as always.” “You promise he’s still better today?” Ollie pushed, brown eyes wide and full of innocence. “He’s not sick again?” “I promise,” Aoife replied, though she had to clear her throat several times before adding, “Today is another good day, Ols.”
JA
“Laugh,” Sean replied solemnly, and then he did the most adorable thing ever. He reached up and pulled at Johnny’s cheeks to make him smile. “See?”
Aoife could only tell him that he was better today…” Choking out another sob, I batted my tears away. “And then it hit me that Joe’s never going to be fully better, is he? Because there’s no cure for his disease!” Sniffling, I added, “He’ll always be an addict, with no promise of anything beyond today.”
Sobbing
As for Joey? He’s a force to be reckoned with. I’ve never seen a more resilient human in my life. Yeah, he’ll always be an addict, but he’s got a family in there worth staying sober for. A girl and a baby that not only would he fight to the death for, but that he also wants to live for. So, fuck guarantees and don’t bet against him. He’ll forge an epic future for Aoife and AJ, just like he forged a future for his siblings.”
“You know what they say Mark did to Caoimhe,” Feely said, following me inside a thankfully empty kitchen. “I know he’s not your brother, Gibs. I know that, okay. But she believes the rumors. She thinks he’s responsible and if you and Liz have a conversation about it, I think it might really help her to heal.”
Mark
Joey and Aoife were another couple that I knew in my heart were endgame, but it wasn’t the same. They had a fiery temperament to them, almost like a ticking time bomb. Two wildcards thrust together in a friendship fueled by affection, camaraderie, and let’s face it, some seriously hot sex. You didn’t have a baby together in secondary school unless the boy was a stallion. And by God was Joey Lynch a stallion. They had a volatile hue to their love that wasn’t present in Johnny and Shannon’s relationship, which made me long for Shannon’s situation just that little bit more. After all, they seemed
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JA
and Aoife. Their relationship was like fire and ice. I knew few people, if any, who could endure what they had and come out on top.
JA
It must be really scary to live with a boy who was always tempted by drugs. I guess that’s what true love was, though. It wasn’t perfect. It didn’t come in the perfect gift-wrapped box. It was messy and raw and pushed you to your absolute limits.
“Okay, this could actually be fun.” Aoife grinned. “The sex talk, Aoife Molloy style.” “Molloy,” Joey warned, returning from his shower just in time to spoil the fun. “Whatever it is you’re thinking about telling them don’t. They’re only in fifth year.”
“What were you up to when we were in fifth year, Joe?” “I’m not the comparison here, Molloy,” he replied, breezing through his apartment in a low-hanging pair of gray sweatpants. Both of his arms were inked in an array of black loops and swivels that stopped at his wrists and disappeared beneath the sleeves of his black T-shirt. “No,” Aoife laughed, eyes tracking him. “Because you know damn well what kind of trouble you were getting into, Joe.” “I think it’s pretty clear what I was getting into, Molloy,” he shot back without a hint of embarrassment, before gesturing to the baby she was
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Joey speaking
“I’d be delighted with sons, too, of course, but I’d love to raise a little girl with Shan.” Shrugging, he added, “You know, show her how different it should’ve been for her.”
Oh johnny
“You miss my love handles,” he purred, carefully rolling onto his back and then setting Cherub back down on his stomach. “You prefer a little extra Gibs to keep you warm at night, don’t you?”
“We’re a team, babe,” he tried to reason, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him. “We don’t fight.”
