Ciara looks up at me under her lashes. “You beat up a kid?”
“I was a kid, too.”
Cormac nods. “In Ronan’s defense, this asswipe of a kid was beating up a little girl, and Ronan stepped in.”
Ciara chuckles as her hand moves to rest on the swell of her belly. She’s not even halfway along yet, but I guess carrying twins means she is showing a lot earlier than if it were a normal pregnancy.
The sight of her carrying my children will never cease to amaze me, and it also makes her even sexier, which I didn’t think was possible.
“So, he’s always been ridiculously protective?”
“No need to be jealous, I married you, didn’t I?”
Ciara scowls, and I grin at her before kissing her forehead.
Brennan groans as he tugs at his tie to loosen it. “Get a room.”
“Oh, I intend to,” I murmur in Ciara’s ear.
As Kieran picks yet another story to share with the table, my focus remains on Ciara.
She looks radiant tonight. She untied her hair and let it hang loose around her shoulders, and I lean in to inhale the sweet scent of her shampoo.
I can’t help but think of our last wedding and how she could barely stand to be anywhere near me, let alonetrustme. And now she’s here in my arms, pregnant with our twins, and listening to my brothers tell tales from our childhood like we’re a proper family.
As Kieran and Brennan get locked in a heated discussion over the name of the girl I took to senior prom, I’m lost on her, until she looks up at me and catches me staring.
I flash her a wink, and her cheeks instantly flush.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because you’re fucking amazing.” I lean down to brush my lips against hers.
She smiles shyly as she reaches up to stroke my jaw.
“I think you’re amazing too. Life is pretty perfect right now, huh?”
“It’s hard to imagine it getting any better. But once these twins are here…”
She chuckles, shaking her head. “It’s going to be chaos.”
Brennan lifts his overflowing glass of whiskey in the air. “I cannot fucking wait to be an uncle!”
The drink spills all down his white shirt and over the tablecloth, which I think was also once white but isn’t anymore.
I swear, I cannot take my brothers anywhere. “You are not going anywhere near my kids. I don’t trust you.”
“You better be joking.” Brennan looks at Ciara. “Right?”
She holds up her hands. “I’m not getting involved.”
Kieran smirks. “Don’t worry, Bren, the favorite uncle position goes to me anyway.”
“Why?”
“I’m the oldest uncle; therefore, I automatically become the favorite.”
“Yeah, but you’re also the dumbest.”
