Branna(44)

I screamed, Alannah screamed, Bronagh screamed, Keela screamed, and Georgie screamed.

“Is there anyone else who isn’t pregnant?” Damien asked throwing his hands up in the air. “Because this is getting out of hand. Brothers, keep your dicks in your damn pants. Overpopulation is a serious global problem and you four are adding to it big time!”

The brothers laughed at Damien then they each clapped Dominic and Alec on the back, congratulating them while us girls jumped around with high-pitched voices and a lot of oh my Gods being spoken. It was during the commotion that we didn’t hear Kane, Aideen, and the boys enter the house.

“Why’re you all so happy?” Aideen shouted over us, getting our attention.

She pointed at me. “Don’t be jumpin’ around when you’re so close to birthin’ twins.”

I rooted myself to the spot. “She’s right; jumpin’ around isn’t exactly encouraged by pregnant women. With more than one of us being pregnant too, we’d better quit it.”

“Who else is pregnant besides Branna?” Aideen asked, an eyebrow raised.

She almost instantly began screaming when Bronagh and Keela raised their hands. She pretty much tackled them both with a hug before doing the same to Dominic and Alec, who laughed at her and returned her hug happily.

“I’m so glad it’s not me,” Aideen said, making us all laugh.

Kane snorted. “You’ll probably be pregnant again before they give birth, and you know it.”

Aideen whirled on him and dangerously pointed a finger at his face.

“We already decided on a two-year break before we start tryin’ again,” she reminded him. “We have to enjoy Jax and Locke before we have more kids. That was the agreement.”

Kane, who was holding his sons, took a step backwards.

“I remember, Babydoll. I’m just saying, you got pregnant both times when—”

“You aren’t goin’ raw for two years, Germinator, so accept it already.”

Kane scowled at Aideen’s dismissal of their conversation while his brothers offered him apologetic pats on the back as if having to wear a condom during sex was a prison sentence.

“How are me stunnin’ nephews?” I asked, switching the topic of discussion to the boys.

Kane handed a sleeping Locke to me while Damien took Jax and Georgie to the far side of the room where their toy chest was. I nestled Locke against my chest as best as I could, but with my belly being so huge and him being big himself, it made the task a difficult one. Ryder took pity on my struggle and took the baby from me, settling his sleeping form against his broad shoulder.

I sighed. “I can’t wait to not be pregnant.”

“How long till you’re induced?” Aideen quizzed.

“Four more days if I don’t go into labour myself before then,” I said, my shoulders slumping. “They’re both expected to be six pounders, which is big for twins. Dr Harris wants them out before they get any bigger since I’m plannin’ a vaginal birth—trustin’ nothin’ goes unexpectedly wrong.”

“We can go walkin’ again later and get us some spicy foods,” Aideen offered. “Hopefully, it will kick-start things into action.”

“I’ll try anythin’ but sex at this point because it hurts so feckin’ bad.”

Aideen winced. “Sex never hurt me.”

“Thank God,” Kane said from across the room where he and Alec were looking at something on their phones.

Ryder snorted in response but didn’t speak—probably in fear he’d wake Locke.

“I wish I could stay longer,” Alannah announced, “but I’ve to go and interview someone who applied for me assistant job.”

Alannah’s graphic and design business was taking on a life of its own. She was growing an impressive clientele list, and with the joy of a booming business came chaos. She needed someone to help manage some of it, so she could focus on her job of creating something that fit with the vision of each client.

“How are you goin’ to get there?” Aideen quizzed. “I know your car is at me da’s garage gettin’ a dismal pump repaired.”

“I was goin’ to walk.” Alannah shrugged.

“I can drop you,” Damien offered, straightening up from playing with the kids. “Ry and I don’t need to be back in work for an hour and thirty minutes.”

Alannah was hesitant. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“You’re never a bother.” Damien said, his cheeks flaring with a little bit of heat. “We can get lunch or something after your interview if you aren’t busy. “