I shake my head.
To be honest, I think we all did that at some point.
“I turned out just fine. All the ladies want me.” He pipes up, appearing in the doorway, leaning against the frame.
Elliot steps up beside him, dressed in the same ridiculous Christmas get-up, and I huff out a laugh at the pair of them.
“Don’t be laughing. Yours is in the living room waiting for ye.”
I groan.Fucksake.
“No lady wants your disease-riddled dick,” Elliot tells him with a smirk.
“Elliot, language,” Mam snaps, pointing a warning finger at him. “Or do I need to get the wooden spoon out?”
His whole posture shifts.
“Right, okay. No need for the threats,” he mutters quickly, actually looking a bit shaken.
I bite back a laugh.
“At least mine hasn't got anyone pregnant—”
“Oi—”
Ezra doesn't even finish before Elliot punches him square in the shoulder.
“Fuck,” he winces, grabbing at it. “You prick.”
I glance between them, something clicking into place. “Wait… Is Aria pregnant?”
Elliot rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. We were gonna tell you properly when everyone was here, but gobshite over here can't keep his mouth shut.”
I don't even think about it.
I’m pulling him into a hug, clapping a hand against his back.
“That’s fucking brilliant news,” I tell him, meaning every word. “Congratulations.”
He lets out a quiet laugh against my shoulder, some of the tension leaving him.
I know why he hesitated.
He was there for me when I lost my little girl. He saw what it did to me.
This is different, though.
Even though I lost mine, I still have River, and I am so excited for them.
Our family is growing.
“You sure you're alright?” Elliot asks as I pull back, studying me a little too closely.
It happened a long time ago.
“I’m better than alright. That's the best news I've heard all day.”
“You'd better hope it's a boy. Millie's already got enough attitude for an entire football team.”
