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“Oh, look at your poor face. You look dead only to wash ya.”
“Wow. Thanks, Mam.”
“Don’t mind your mam,” Casey was quick to interject. “You’re every inch the ridey you’ve always been. Minus the big belly.”
Having the good sense to get out of the way, I stepped around the girls and moved for Tony.
“I see your father’s still here,” Tony noted, eyes locked on the baby in my arms. “That’s a good start.”
“I’m still here,” I confirmed, readjusting my hold on my son. “Say hi to your grandfather, kid.”
“Better not be calling any grandson of mine after the car in Knight Rider,” Tony grumbled, eyes locked on the baby in my arms.
“Wash your ears out, Dad,” Molloy called back. “He said ‘kid,’ not ‘Kit.’”
“Kid?” Tony blanched. “Jesus, that’s worse.”
“That’s not his name,” I chuckled, holding him out for Tony to hold. “Here.”
“Ah Jesus, boyo, don’t be giving him to me to hold,” Tony strangled out, eyes locked on my son, as he quickly removed his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to the elbows. “Look at the size of him.” Moving for the chair next to the bed, he sat down and blew out a shaky breath. “I haven’t held a baby since the twins were small.”
“Give him to me,” Trish cut in, making a beeline for us. “I want the first squeeze.”
“Don’t mind her,” Tony grumbled, gesturing me toward him with both hands. “Come here to me, boyo, and have a cuddle with Grandad.”
“Oh my god,” Casey crooned, leaning over Tony with a pink digital camera in her hands as she snapped away like a madwoman. “He’s absolutely divine, you guys.”
“He’s like a small man already,” Trish cooed. “He’s huge, Aoife.”
“Yeah,” Molloy mumbled, closing her eyes. “I can still feel how huge he was.”
With all eyes on the baby, I returned to her side. “You good?”
“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, eyes still shut. “Just some tightening.”
Yeah, they told us that would happen.
She’d been given a shit-ton of medicine to help her uterus contract.
“So, Mister Reformed Bad Boy,” Casey acknowledged, offering me a wink. “Still behaving yourself?” Waggling her brows, she added, “I hope you haven’t been sneaking any gas and air on the sly.”
“Casey!”
“Nah, I’m good,” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Clean as a whistle.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“Sure is.”
“So, have you two given this little man an actual name yet?” she asked. “Or are we going by kid for the foreseeable.”
Molloy looked to me, and I shrugged. “It’s your call, baby.”
“We have a name,” she said, licking her lips. “We have two, actually.”
“Oh?” Trish’s eyes lit up. “Do tell.”
“Joe’s against it, but I want his middle name to be Joseph,” she told them. “And his last name will be Lynch.” Shivering, she added, “We’re not married, so it’s important to me that everyone knows our son has a father who claimed him.”
