“Relax,” I say soothingly. “Do you really think I gave them all the dirty details?”
“I don’t think you would do it willingly, but that lot is pretty demanding. They could have tortured it out of you for all I know,” he says with a grimace.
“You’re not too far off, actually…” I concede.
“Ach! I knew it!” Eamon snatches my hand and rolls us back over, trapping me beneath him.
He pins my hand above my head and leans in to nibble my neck. I love this playful side of him as much as his serious side.
I lift my head enough to kiss him quickly. “I’m not the only one that spilled secrets last night. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I know I can trust you not to blab to the world.”
He furrows his brow and says seriously, “Anything you tell me in secret will stay that way, love.”
“Well,” I begin, “Myra was here.”
“Is that right? I hope she apologized for her nasty behavior the other night.”
“She did, but there’s a reason she’s been acting out of sorts.” I hesitate before saying, “She’s pregnant.”
Eamon’s eyes are as wide as saucers, shock written all over his face. “No. You’re not serious.”
“It’s true. It’s still early, but she’s definitely pregnant.”
“Who’s the father?” he asks, the puzzle pieces not fitting in place yet. I raise an eyebrow at him and wait.
“Fuck. It’s Mac’s, isn’t it?”
I nod in confirmation. “She’s panicking. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to be carrying Mac’s baby.”
Eamon’s features darken as he growls. “I’d rather you didn’t bring up carrying another man’s child while we’re naked in your bed if it’s all the same with you. The thought of another man even touching you has me feeling rather murderous.”
I shouldn’t be turned on by his possessive, caveman behavior, but it gets me seriously hot and bothered. I’m not ready for kids yet, but I don’t hate the idea of having Eamon’s babies someday.
“Has she told him yet?” he asks, clearly ready to move the conversation back to the topic at hand.
“No, she’s not sure what she’s going to do yet. I told her to make an initial appointment with an OB before she makes any decisions.”
“Christ. This is huge. Mac can barely take care of himself. I can’t imagine him being a father. Or even a supportive partner for her. On the one hand, if it were me, I’d want to know, but he’s a selfish arsehole, so it might be better for him not to know.” Eamon speculates.
Now I’m the one feeling murderous thinking about Myra, or anyone else for that matter, carrying Eamon’s baby. I take a deep breath and push the thought out of my head.
“Just to play devil’s advocate,” I start, “what if this is what causes him to turn a new leaf? Makes him grow up and take responsibility?”
Eamon nods absently. “Aye, that’s a good point. Is there anything moresobering than bringing a child into the world? It at least forces you to put things in perspective, doesn’t it?”
“I would think so.” I agree.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “It doesn’t excuse her behavior, but it makes sense why she’s been acting the maggot around ya.”
I snort in amusement. “I think I need a book of Irish slang definitions if I’m ever going to keep up. What does that one mean?”
“Ach, I forgot you’re a Yank.” He teases, kissing my forehead. “Acting the maggotmeans a person is being a jerk.”
“Yeah, that’s accurate. I forgive her though.”
“You’re pure class, Norah Grady. You know that?”
“Whatever, Kennedy.” I roll my eyes at him. “Now, what are we going to do the rest of the day?”
