Branna(43)

“It’s lunchtime already?” I frowned. “Dame, where is Ryd—”

“He literally just walked in the door,” Bronagh cut me off as she glanced out of the kitchen towards the front door. “Damien came in ahead of ‘im ‘cause he was parkin’ the truck.”

Ryder and Damien shared the company vehicle, but Ryder did the majority of the driving.

“I forgot to make lunch,” I sniffled, feeling like a horrible person.

“No tears,” my sister quickly said. “I made them food while you were restin’. It’s in the fridge.”

“Thanks.” I smiled as I rubbed at my eyes.

It didn’t take much for me to cry, and when I got going, it was hard to stop.

“Dadadadada!” Georgie said as she snuggled into Damien’s chest.

Dominic almost glared at his daughter. “I’m your dada. Damien is your uncle.”

Bronagh rolled her eyes. “She knows your ‘er da, but she calls everyone dada. It’s all she can say. Also, she’s a baby, and it’s probably freaky figurin’ out why another man has the same face as ‘er daddy. She’ll make that mistake until she realises who is who.”

“How come you didn’t make a mistake and find your way to my bed?” Damien asked Bronagh, grinning.

“Simple.” She grinned back. “You moved away, and I got to know ‘im better.”

Damien’s face dropped. “I knew I should have stayed here.”

Bronagh laughed, but Dominic was less than amused.

“Give Georgie back to Bronagh,” he ordered.

Damien frowned. “Why?”

“So I can kill you,” came his brother’s response.

Damien held onto Georgie for dear life, which I found amusing. I shook my head as I took a sip of tea. I looked back at Alannah, found her looking at Damien before she looked down at Alec’s cup and swallowed. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she looked guilty of something.

Interesting.

The room became crowded when Ryder walked in, taking the seat next to me. I wasn’t surprised when Alec re-entered the room with Keela minutes later and glared at Alannah as if she had just killed his parents. I snorted at him and opened a jar of mayonnaise that was on the table and grabbed some bread and ham from the fridge so I could make a sandwich. Bronagh, who was next to me, pulled a face when she smelled the jar of mayonnaise that I had opened. I watched as she covered her mouth as if the stench of it was making her feel sick. I widened my eyes at this because the only time Bronagh couldn’t stand the smell of mayonnaise was when she was pregnant with Georgie.

“No. Fuckin’. Way,” she said before darting out of the room and sprinting up the stairs.

I looked at Dominic who looked from the doorway to me.

I blinked. “Did you see that?”

He nodded. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I think I am, but we’ll have to wait and see.”

“What are you two talkin’ about?” Keela asked from the kitchen table.

“You’ll see,” I said, earning a snicker from Dominic.

“No. Fuckin’. Way!” my sister repeated from the upstairs bathroom five minutes later then ran back down the stairs

I looked at Dominic, and we both smiled as she slid into the kitchen.

She was so pregnant.

Bronagh was pale white. Dominic smiled, I smiled, Ryder clicked his tongue, and the rest of the group stared at us with raised brows.

“Why’re you both smiling?” Damien asked Dominic and me.

“Because,” he beamed and flung his arm around Bronagh when she moved to his side holding a white stick, “I’m going to be a daddy again.”

Everyone gasped, and that was when Bronagh spoke.

“You have a magical dick,” she said to Dominic and hugged him tightly.

“I told you that,” he stressed as he hugged her back.

“I bet it’s a boy,” Alec said off hand.

“Georgie’s gonna have her hands full with males, if that’s the case,” Ryder mumbled aloud. “That’d make five boys including the twins, right? Aideen’s not pregnant again... or is she?”

We all laughed at the jest.

“Let’s make a list,” Alec suggested, and held up his hand to count the children. “Aideen and Kane have two boys, Dominic and Bronagh have one girl and one on the way, Ry and Branna are having twin boys, Keela and I are having one—that we know of—and that’s it so fa—”

“What?” I cut Alec off and spun around to Keela who was smiling wide.

“You’re pregnant?” I asked on a gasp.

She nodded. “I found out yesterday, and we went to the doctor’s this mornin’. I’m seven weeks along based on when I got me last period. It could be a little less, but I’m definitely one hundred percent up the duff.”