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Fuck. It’s been a long fucking day. Seamus felt Liam needed a night off from babysitting duties, so I have spent the entire night staring at my iPad while rom coms blasted out of the TV and playing fetch to an annoying, pregnant Tiggy.
Honestly, the only reason that I didn’t tell her to go and shove it is that I don’t trust her to tattle on me to Fitzy. That and, as Seamus pointed out, it’s my godson she’s carrying.
Fitzy finally got home, and I fucking bolted. I want to be at home, buried balls deep in Lauren. I’ve been fucking harder than steel for the last two hours. Tiggy was baking something, and she fucking spilled an entire bottle of vanilla in the kitchen, so the scent had wafted through the whole house. I couldn’t escape it. So, yeah, need to fuck Lauren immediately.
Striding out of the elevator, my dick twitching at all the ways I want to hammer into her, my feet falter when I reach the apartment door. It’s slightly ajar. What the fuck?
My heart stutters, my blood like ice in my veins. My gun is in my hand in two seconds as I stalk through the door. Shouting rings out from the bedroom. Jesus fuck.
“Stop it! Don’t touch!”
Lauren. My feet are moving as rage pours through me.
“Fuck, woman!” a male voice yells.
“Let go!” she howls back.
I reach the bedroom door, wrenching it open, my gun pointed at… I don’t exactly know what. I stare, my jaw hanging open at a drunk Liam…who is giving Lauren a piggyback ride? While she pulls his hair, they play tug rope with my fight bag. What the fuck is Liam doing with Laureninmy bedroom? I trust the kid, but this is crossing a line.
“What thefuck?” I growl. They both turn, their eyes widening at the sight of me. Or, more specifically, at the sight of my gun pointed at them.
I lower it right as Lauren gives one huge tug and the fight bag slides out of Liam’s nerveless fingers. Lauren overbalances, squealing as her arms windmill, and she topples right off Liam’s back, landing flat on her back on the floor with a loud thud. I wince at the sound. Fucking hell, that had to hurt.
Now my gun is lowered, they go back to their argument. Liam snatches at the duffel bag while Lauren hugs it tightly to her chest, attempting to slide herself along the ground, away from Liam, using her feet.
“Give me the fucking bag, Lauren,” he snaps. She shakes her head stubbornly.
“No!” she yells back at him. “They’re our condoms! Paddy needs them! Get your own!”
She bursts into noisy sobs, clinging to the bag while Liam and I gape at her. Enough is fucking enough. I don’t give a shite that it’s Liam, and I fucking trust him. No one comes intomyhome and makesmywoman cry.
“What thefuckis going on here?” My voice is low, controlled, and furious. Liam flinches at the sound, turning slowly toward me, his hands raised.
“I just need condoms. You always have some in that bag.”
He’s pointing to the fight bag again while Lauren wails louder, hugging the bag tightly to her chest.
“She just fucking lost it….” Liam shuts up pretty fucking quickly when he catches the look on my face.
Jesus. This is about condoms? Hasn’t Liam ever heard of a fucking 7-11? Stalking over to them, I reach down, unzipping the bag while Lauren cries like her heart is breaking.
I need Liam gone before I rip his fucking face off. Snatching out the entire pack of condoms, lying unused since Lauren walked into my life with Connor’s fucking arm slung around her neck, I thrust it at him.
“Now, get the fuck out.”
Liam’s eyes widen as he flips open the box. “I only need a couple.”
“Take the lot and fuck off out of here!”
He stumbles backward in his haste to be gone. The front door slams behind him, and I turn to Lauren, now curled up in a fetal position on the floor, the duffel bag abandoned as she hugs her knees to her chest and cries in great, heaving sobs.
Fuck. That’s a horrible sound. It tears at my fucking heart, and I have no idea what’s going on. I have no idea how to make things better for her, who I have to hurt. I need her totalkto me.
“Lass,” I speak as softly and gently as possible, reaching out and resting my hand on her arm.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” she screams back at me, her voice breaking. I quickly withdraw my hand as shrieking sobs rip from her chest.
“I won’t touch ye, lass,” I rush to assure her. “Just tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it.”
