I laughed. “You never met him—neither of us have. How can you think he is hotter than Dominic? That lad is ripped.”
“Girls, that's me fella you're both—”
“Because I'm around Dominic so much that I think of him as a kid brother. He is the same age as Gavin after all.”
I pinched the bridged of my nose. “Damien is the same age too... We just discussed them being identical twins meaning they're possibly minutes apart in age.”
Aideen snorted. “Yeah, but Damien could be a boy toy that I could—”
“I beg you not to finish that sentence!” Branna suddenly cut Aideen off and heaved.
I laughed and looked at Aideen. “I'm tellin' Kane you want to shag his little brother.”
“I'm gonna be sick,” Bronagh mumbled.
Aideen grinned. “Make sure I'm present when you do.”
“You're twisted,” I stated, but smirked.
“You speak the truth,” Aideen replied, not fazed by my insult.
Alannah held her hands up in the air. “Can we get off the Damien topic, please?”
“You mean the Snowflake topic?”
Bronagh cracked up laughing. “I love that insult, so much better than Fuckface.”
I chuckled and looked at Alannah.
She didn't look angry.
She looked sad.
I momentarily wondered what that was about.
“Sure, we can get of the topic,” I murmured then looked down to my hands.
I flicked through the pregnancy tests. “Negative, negative, negative, nega—Wait, what?”
“What?” the four girls shouted in unison.
I stared down at the pregnancy test in my right hand with wide eyes. “This one is positive.”
All of the girls gasped.
“Fuck off!” Aideen snapped.
“You're messin!” Bronagh accused.
“I'll cry if you're playin',” Branna whispered.
“It's not mine,” Alannah stated.
I looked up from the positive pregnancy test then lifted it in the air and flipped it around so each girl could clearly see the visible pink plus sign.
“I'm dead serious, it's positive.”
“Omigod!” the girls cried.
I was shaking.
One of the girls was pregnant... but which one?
“Why didn't you mark the bloody tests so you knew which one was whose?” I snapped.
“Because we weren't expectin' you, aka he-woman, to crash into the counter and knock them all into the bloody sink!” Aideen bellowed back.
I felt like I was about to throw up.
“So one of you is pregnant, but we don't know who?” I asked.
Bronagh had tears in her eyes. “Dominic and me are tryin' and Ryder and Branna don't use protection and she came off birth control last month so it could be either of us. Alannah had sex six months ago so it's not her... Aideen, what about you?”
Aideen was pale. “Could be. I had unprotected sex a good few weeks ago with a one night stand.”
Oh, for Christ sakes.
“Fuckin' hell, Aideen,” I growled.
“I know,” she snapped. “I know it was stupid, you don't need to convince me of what I already know.”
I rubbed my pounding head. “Take more tests to see which one of you it is.”
Bronagh nodded her head and quickly jumped up and opened my medicine cabinet. She pushed aside a few things and then gasped. “There are none left.”
Bloody hell.
“We'll have to go get more,” I said and placed my hands on my hips.
“If I move I'm gonna puke everywhere,” Bronagh informed me.
“Me too,” Branna mumbled.
I glanced to Aideen who looked like she was about to fall over and I groaned.
“Look after them,” I said to Alannah. “I'll go get the stupid tests.”
Alannah nodded her head to me as I walked out of my bathroom and descended the stairs.
This was all I needed.
I had enough on my mind without worrying about the girls.
I was so consumed with my thoughts as I stepped off the bottom step of my staircase that I forgot about my surroundings and walked head first into a chest. I stumbled backward, but arms gripped onto my shoulders and held me steady.
“Whoa, careful, sweetheart.”
I stood motionless as I opened my eyes and stared at my unexpected houseguest.
“What are you doin' here?” I asked, my voice a growl.
“Now, now. That's no way to talk to your uncle.”
“Cut the bullshit, Uncle Brandon,” I said and stepped back away from him. “What are you doin' here? How the hell did you get in here?”
My uncle dropped his arms to his sides and frowned at me. “I'm here for your housewarmin' party.”
The stupid, fucking housewarming party.
How the hell did he even know about it?
I was going to kill Alec for arranging it.
“Now is a bad time, I've stuff to do and—”
“Keela,” my uncle cut me off. “Calm down and take a breath.”
I did as he said and took a nice deep breath.
“Good.” My uncle nodded.
My pounding head worsened by the second, and the sight of my uncle didn't help matters.
“Why are you here? I thought we agreed to havin' lunch once a month. Once.”
He was lucky I agreed to seeing him once a month, I found it hard to be around him now. Especially with my nightmares, I was worried about what I would see.
My uncle snorted. “I wanted to see you, so sue me.”
I grunted, “I can't be dealin' with this right now.”
“Is everythin' okay?” my uncle asked.
I sighed. “Yes, everythin' is fine, but the party is not happenin' anymore so you will have to—”
“What do you mean the party isn't happenin' anymore? We drove over here for nothin'?”
I recognised that voice, and I glared at my uncle. “You didn't.”
Uncle Brandon groaned, “You and your cousin haven't spoken in over a year.”
“She bailed on me weddin'!” Micah's shrill tone shouted, filling my ears.
Jesus... why are you doing this to me?
I wanted to cry. “I had to leave, Micah... and we haven't spoken because you won't give me the time of day.”
Micah scoffed and stepped out from behind her father. “Why did you leave?”
I looked to my uncle and he gave me a gentle shake of his head indicating he didn't tell her why.
I looked backed to Micah and said, “Because Storm was hit by a van and almost died. I needed to be here to sign his vet form or they couldn't perform the operation he needed to survive.”
My uncle raised his eyebrows with surprise.
I couldn't blame him—I was shocked I told the semi-lie so easily.