Keeping 13: Boys of Tommen #2

Lad, you told her you were in love with her," he laughed, slapping his hand against his thigh. "Right before you asked her to have your babies."
My eyes widened. "No!"
His grin deepened. "Yes!"
"Jesus Christ, Gibs," I hissed, voice rising higher than normal. "Why didn’t you stop me?"

response only caused him to laugh harder. "I love it," he laughed, thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. "The wait was worth it. This is the best day."

"Well, funny you should ask that." Grinning, he settled down on my bed and began to spur more shite at me than I could take in. "You're engaged, or maybe you're betrothed. I'm not sure of the terminology – although, according to you, you're already married."

You," I whispered. "All of you."

"I'm already yours

Shut up, Gerard!"

"Shutting up, Claire-bear."

See?" Gibsie croaked out. "You heard him. He's going nowhere, and I'm going to heaven."

Enjoy your trip," I said instead.

Mam arched a brow. "Enjoy your strop."

Give me strength…

"Goodbye, Mother," I bit out.

Mam smirked. "Farewell, my bouncing, baby boy."

Jesus

I cared about a grand total of two things in my life. Rugby and Shannon

Aside from Joey, Johnny Kavanagh was the only other person I did trust

"I love you, Shannon like the river," he said then, breaking through my depressing thoughts. "Only you." Leaning back so that I had no choice but to lift my face and look at him, he smirked. "Like a crazy fucking amount."

"I love you, too," I strangled out, voice thick with emotion, giving him back his words. "Like a crazy fucking amount."