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Andie is nodding earnestly now. “I know. It’s just unlucky. The shot is only ninety-nine percent effective.”
That might be the case, but ninety-nine percent is still a fuckinglot.
“I see….” I say slowly, not really seeing at all.
I think I’ve discovered what shock feels like. Is this what people normally feel like when they watch someone die? Unrelated and unhelpful. Why am I thinking about people dying?
Andie says something, but it’s fuzzy against my ears, and she stands, walking quickly out of the room. I let her go because I’m going to be afatherand, Jesus fuck, I need a minute.
When I finally wrap my mind around the idea, I poke my head back into the kitchen, but Andie isn’t there.
“Where’s Andie?”
Lauren looks up sharply at my rough tone. “She went for a drive to clear her head.”
“I’m going to go to Seamus’s and call her. When she comes back, let me know.”
Lauren nods, and I head outside, climbing into my SUV and driving to Seamus’s house.
They’re all in the den when I arrive, including Liam, since he’s been staying here while Tiggy was heavily pregnant.
Seamus grins at me, grabbing an extra whiskey tumbler while I sink into a chair. I gather Tiggy and Cillian are sleeping upstairs.
I accept the whiskey from Seamus and shoot the whole thing immediately, and he tops me up.
“Are you all right, Lucky?” Seamus asks as he sits back down. “Only you seem out of sorts.”
“Andie’s pregnant,” I groan, hunching over in my seat, resting my elbows on my knees, and burying my head in my hands. Stunned silence meets my pronouncement. “I don’t even know how this happened.”
“Well,” Seamus replies after a beat, and it sounds like the fucker is smirking. “When a lad and a lass get horny, sometimes they fu-.”
“Aye,” I snap at him, shooting the smirking prick a glare, “I’ve copped on to that part. She’s on fucking birth control!”
“Fitzpatrick super sperm strikes again!” Liam whispers loudly, earning himself a glare as well.
“Fuck, I’m glad I don’t have super sperm,” Paddy comments offhandedly. Ronan nods fervently in agreement, but I can see they’re smirking at me too. Arseholes.
“I wouldn’t mind super sperm,” Niall interjects, “then I wouldn’t have to wait until May.”
I have no idea what the fuck that means or why May is suddenly a magically impregnating month. But clearly, there’s no magic reason that birth control is weaker in May because neither Tiggy nor Andie got pregnant in May. Fucking Fitzpatrick super sperm. Groaning, I swallow the second tumbler of whiskey as well.
Chapter TWENTY-FOUR
ANDIE
It’s hard to drive while I’m dashing tears away with the back of my hand, but somehow I manage. Connor looked like I slapped him with a brick when I told him. Then he kept repeating that I was on birth control, so I couldn’t be pregnant.
I’m so upset and heartbroken over the idea that Connor might not want our baby I almost hit the guy trying to flag me down. Shit!
My tires screech, and I swerve at the last minute, avoiding him, though my car does end up in the small ditch on the side of the road, one of the back tires spinning.
Dazed and still a little teary, I climb out of the car and move to apologize to the guy I nearly hit.
“I’m so sorr-.”
I cut off with a scream as he grabs me, trying to shove me into the back of his car. Uh, no. I’m pregnant. I’m not being kidnapped, raped, and murdered. Not today!
I kick out a foot, trying to shove away from the car, and cry out in pain when my ankle twists and pops. There’s a crunch, and holy freaking shit, I think I broke my ankle.
