I'm so sorry for the long wait. Life has been extremely hectic. Almost all the crazy things are over so I'll be able to finish this story up in the next few weeks. I think there will be only two chapters left so hope you all enjoy. To everyone who has reviewed thank you guys so much because it has inspiried me to really get these chapters up quicker than I expected. So yea rock on and to anyone who has read it I love you all too. Btw, Don't own the boys or any character in Boondock currently I think they are owned by Troy Duffy. This chapter is based on the song "No Other Love" by Chuck Prophet. Which I don't own either. CKMJ

No other love
Mama, I'm flyin'
No other love
Mama, I'm flyin'

I can go
I can go anywhere
No other love
Can take me there, ooh

No other love
Mama, I'm flyin'
No other love
Mama, I'm flyin'

I can go
I can go anywhere
No other love
Can take me there, ooh

Mama, I'm flyin'
Mama, I'm flyin'

I can go
I can go anywhere
No other love
Can take me there, ooh

No other love
Mama, I'm flyin'
No other love
Mama, I'm flyin'

I was shaking by the time I got to the McManus’s. This was the day all of the lies I told had to be put to stop. All the secrets I kept needed to be destroyed. I looked a little farther past there house and noticed my father’s house lite up in the Irish sun. I had to at least go to my father first. He was the one who did raise me. So I swerved the car and drove it a little father down the road. I parked looking at the old house remembering my life there.

“Dad, I love him. I don’t care what you say I’m going to date Connor.” My father grabbed my wrist and dragged me up to my room.

“I dealt with a ‘nough wit ya being friends wit them but dating no fuckin’ way. They have bad blood.” My father walked out of my room slamming the door behind him. I growled and looked out my window. Connor and Murphy stood there smirking. They must have known that telling my father wouldn’t work out to well. So I threw down my purse and started to climb down the drain pipe. As soon as I got low enough Connor grabbed my waist and helped me the rest of the way down. When my feet were planted firmly I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. Our lips meet and I felt butterflies form in my stomach. This was worth any fight I ever had with my father.

I jumped out and got Gerald out too and made our way to the door.

“Ma, why ‘re we at grandpa’s?” I looked down at Gerald and smiled so he didn’t get worried. He was very keen on my senses.

“I just thought it would be nice to visit him than we can go see the McManus’s.” He smiled and I knocked on the door. My hands were still shaking I heard a shuffle than the door swung open. My father looked a bit shocked at both of us but he ushered us in and hugged the both of us.

“What brings ya here?” He said concerned.

“We were just going to dinner at the McManus’s.” He rolled his eyes but I ignored it. “I just thought it would be nice to stop by.” I forced myself to smile. He came towards me and grabbed my hand. I hated when someone could tell that I was lying. “Gerry how about you go outside and play in the field.” I said pulling out of my father’s grip. Gerald immediately ran outside and I turned to look at my father. He was already sitting down.

“Something’s bothering ya.” I nodded. He patted the seat next to him but I was too jittery to sit down.

“Dad, I thought you should hear this before I tell Connor.” I took a long deep breath. “I lied to you. Gerald is Connor’s. That’s why I left.” I sped through the words. I was slightly hoping that he didn’t understand me but the way he was standing I knew he did. His face turned beet red and was shaking with anger. It was the same look ever since I was child and he would get angry. I had to explain myself more to distract him from going to kill Connor. “I found out I was pregnant a few days before I left. I was engaged so I thought it didn’t matter. Than we broke up so I left than got married to the first person I dated after him. I never told you because I thought you would get mad at me. Like you are now.” I looked away. He came closer and grabbed my forearms to force me to look at him.

“Connor McManus? Ya had a child with that fuck.” He was screaming. I don’t think he could even comprehend the volume of his voice. “He hurt ya know ya gonna let him in ya child’s life. I raised ya better than that.” He let go of me and sat down. He was trying to calm his anger but it wasn’t working.

My tears were flowing onto my crimson dress. The dress I bought because Connor was taking me somewhere fancy. I also was planning on telling him that we had a little one on the way. I didn’t get to say it though. He told me he wanted to take a break. He was lying. He wanted to break up. Now I can’t even tell if he wanted his child. So I ran. Ran all the way home in the pouring rain. I threw the door open and ran to my room. I needed to be alone.

“Gracie, what’s wrong?” My father’s voice came from the kitchen. I didn’t stop and just ran to my room. I slammed the door shut and flung myself onto my bed. I dug my face into my pillow to muffle the sound of my tears and screaming. I heard my father come in but I didn’t care. “Gracie?”

“Leave me alone.” He sighed and sat down next to me.

“Ya got ta give up this American lass attidue.” I dug my face a little deeper. “What’s wrong? Did that McManus boy hurt ya?” I heard my father stand up. I pulled my face from the pillow and sat up. He would kill Connor if I didn’t explain myself. I didn’t want my father to kill him I would rather have that pleasure.

“Connor and I are over. Just leave it alone.” My father turned red. It was something he did when he was angry. “Dad, please relax.” I got up and walked towards my closet. I pulled down my suitcase. “I need to go to New York for a while. I think it would be nice to see Aunt Marie and to clear my head.” My father slammed his fist against my wall going straight through the plaster. I felt strangely calm. “Dad, this has nothing to do with you or Connor. I just need to get out of Ireland.” My father turned back to his normal color and he walked out the door. I knew it would be a few days before he would talk to me again. He thought I might be saying this out of anger but I wasn’t. I needed to go to New York. To not see Connor or Murphy or my father for a while. To make a decision about this baby. My baby. I continued to pack crying on my beautiful crimson dress and touching the stomach that held my child.

“Connor is Gerald’s father.” I said sternly. “I don’t care if he doesn’t want him. I can’t hold on to this secret I’ve had for almost eight years. I just need to let him know for him and myself.” I turned and walked out the back door. My father followed. When I walked out the door I saw Gerald playing with Connor. I was shocked to see Connor over here “Connor, what the hell are you doing here?” He looked odd. His color seemed back from church today and he did seem happy looking at Gerald. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

“I saw Gerald playin’ in the field. I wanted to see ya.” He looked over my head. “Hello Mr. Brannigan.” I turned to my father and hugged him. I had to distract him from killing Connor. Which I knew he was fantasizing about.

“Dad, I love you and all you ever wanted was the best. This is the best for me.” I whispered. I pulled away and kissed his cheek. I let go of him and walked towards Connor. When I turned to look back my father was gone. He finally accepted defeat. Connor looked at me and than looked down at Gerald. “Honey, go up to the house. We’ll be there in a few.” Gerald ran across the field. “I…” My voice started to trail off. Connor spun me towards him and kissed me. I pushed back knowing that words wouldn’t form if he continued to kiss him. “Gerald’s your son.” My eyes were on the floor. I slid them up to see his reaction. I knew that he knew after church today but I needed to say it for my own selfish purposes of feeling better. I looked it to his eyes expecting a reaction. He was smiling from ear to ear. I was crying but I hadn’t even realized. He lightly brushed the tears away with his thumb

“Why are you cryin’ love?” He said still smiling like a fool. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We were so close I could feel his heartbeat.

“I’m so sorry for not telling you.” My tears didn’t stop. He pulled at my hands and forced me out of my grip on him. He steadied me by putting his hands on my forearms.

“You did what ya had to. I was a stupid prick back than but I want ya more than eva now. Ya was the only gal for me.” He paused and his smile disappeared. “I wanna ask ya one thing though. Do ya want me to be his father?” Normally I was the kind of person who thought of ever decision for hours but I couldn’t think clearly and just nodded my head. I had waited seven years for Connor to be Gerald’s father. There was no doubt in my mind that he wouldn’t be a perfect dad.

“But will you stay?” Connor looked taken back by the question. “Will you promise to not disappear like you did?” He grabbed me again and pulled me into a tender kiss. When he pulled away he smirked down at me.

“Does that answer your question?” I smiled at him and nodded.

“I think it’s time you go meet your son.” I grabbed Connor’s hand and we started to walk down the field back to the McManus’s. I saw the house shone in an Irish sunset. I felt something burning inside of me. I told myself that I would turn the other cheek. Not thinking it would get this far. Not thinking I would have told all my other secrets. I jumped in front of Connor and grabbed his other hand. “Just one more question. How will you being a saint affect my son?” Connor’s jaw dropped and for once a McManus had nothing to say.

I know it's shorter than the first two chapters but this one was extremely hard to write because I scraped the first 50 ideas I had for it. So any notes or reviews will be extremely helpful for the next two chapters. Until than peace and love. CKMJ