Author's Note: Hey kids. I'm alive...? I know. I won't make excuses. This chapter... bah. It was killinggggg meeeee. I really wanted to give you guys the best I possibly could and probably put way too much pressure on myself in the process. This is it. This is the end. I've really tried to let it simmer, see what I think of it, make sure it's up to snuff. Honestly, this story doesn't really want to end. But, I think this is the best I can do. So anyway. Thank you to each and every one of you that have favorited/alerted/reviewed/read this story. It was simply a past-time and became a hell of a lot more. Biggest thank yous of all to... coffee-ink-fire, SilverMoonlit, Rhanon Brodie, Valerie E. Mackin, Aisling Isobel, PiercedHeart114, "Anonnie", "Lucy"... you guys have been everything to me and I thank you. And specifically for this chapter, I want to thank Valerie E. Mackin, "Lucy" and AislingIsobel. You each listened to me whine incessantly and bounced ideas with me and just helped me. This chapter would have never happened without you guys. So seriously. Thank you SO MUCH.
Disclaimer: I do not have any claim to Boondock Saints/All Saints Day/Connor/Murphy or any other character that appears in the film. That belongs to Troy Duffy who I am so jealous of his brilliance. You may recognize different pieces of this story from the second movie, but I did try to put my own little twist on it if you will. Any song titles or lyrics do not belong to me. Ashes & Wine is A Fine Frenzy. Lucky is Bif Naked. Also, this little work is unbeta'd. All mistakes belong to good ol' me.
Disclaimer2: I know less than nothing about babies and pregnancy. I don't know much more about weddings. So... this is what you get. Ha.
Chapter 31 (Lucky):
"It's time, to say, thank God for you... I thank God for you... in each and every single way... and I know... I know... I know... I know... it's time to let you know, time to let you know, time to let you know, time to sit here and say... I know we are, we are the lucky ones..."
I straightened the veil over Ava's head and smiled. "Perfect," I told her, taking a step back and resting my hand on my stomach, gently rubbing circles with my thumb. My stomach had been tightening with cramps all morning, but I figured it was nerves for the impending ceremony.
She turned to look in the mirror, smoothing her hands over the simple white sheath. "I can't believe I'm getting married," she murmured for what seemed like the thousandth time.
I grinned at her. "Pretty crazy," I agreed. "But pretty awesome."
"Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" she asked.
I cocked my head to the side, regarding her carefully, my smile fading. "You having doubts?" I asked, a note of concern in my voice.
She sighed and looked back at the mirror, clasping her fingers in front of her mouth. "I don't know," she whispered. "It's scary… and it's so quick."
I gave her an encouraging smile. "That was your choice. You didn't have to get married out the gate."
She chewed her lower lip and looked down at her feet, her mascaraed lashes lowered. "Yeah…"
"And," I continued. "Technically, this is probably a long time coming. If it weren't for the not so brief hiatus, you may have been married years ago," I pointed out. "I mean, you love Murph, right?"
Her eyes darted to me and she scowled. "Of course I do."
I shrugged. "So, if things were normal... this probably would have already happened," I told her, grabbing my bouquet off the table and straightening the flowers, occupying my hands.
She gave me a side eye, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. "When did you get to be so wise?"
I shrugged. "Impending motherhood, perhaps?" I replied, gently setting the bouquet back down.
Ava snorted and smoothed her hands over her dress. "Okay… I think I'm ready."
I grinned. "Good. You look beautiful by the way," I told her as I helped her move the veil to cover her face.
"You don't look half bad yourself," she returned.
"Not too blimpy?" I asked, glancing at myself in the mirror and wrinkling my nose, turning from side to side.
She scoffed and waved her hand. "Shut up, you are all belly. And pregnancy suits you." She gave me a look. "And you've had the easiest pregnancy ever."
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Whatever. Enough about me. Today is all about you, my friend." I grinned at her. "Let's get you married!"
We both turned to a knock at the door and I walked over, peeking out. I grinned as I had to look down to see Aiden fidgeting on the other side. "What's up little man?"
He wrung his hands together, looking up at me, his eyes wide. "Da and Uncle Conn want to know what's taking so long..."
I smirked. "Not everyone wakes up pretty like those two," I told him.
"Can I see mama?" he asked hopefully.
I nodded. "Of course, little dude. You are the one walking her down the aisle, aren't ya?" I opened the door a little wider and motioned for him to enter the room, quickly shutting it behind him in case a MacManus was lurking around the corners attempting to get a peek.
"Mama! You look like a princess!" Aiden exclaimed, shuffling over to her.
Ava grinned and bent down to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you baby," she said, chuckling as he wiped at the lipstick smudge she left behind.
"Where are your dad and uncle anyway?" I asked, resting my hands over my stomach, linking my fingers.
"They're at the front of the church with great-uncle Sibeal," he replied.
I nodded. "Good." I looked up at Ava. "We ready?"
She took a deep breath and one last glance in the mirror before turning back and giving me a nod. "We're ready," she replied, grasping Aiden's hand tightly.
I slowly made my way down the aisle, the soft music playing in the background, bouquet of wildflowers gripped in my hands. "Just don't trip," I thought to myself, focusing on the carpet in front of me, my stomach still clenching. I took a deep breath and forced myself to look up. I smirked when I saw Murphy, his expression anxious and his hands wringing together. He was clearly fidgeting, bouncing on the balls of his feet and I wasn't sure he even saw me walking towards them. When my eyes moved to Connor, my breath lodged in my throat and my heart skipped a beat. His blue eyes were filled with an intensity I had never seen before, his gaze never wavering. His light brown hair was perfectly tousled and he was dressed in a simple black suit, forever matching his brother. I swallowed thickly and lowered my gaze, biting my lower lip. I briefly paused as my stomach clenched, the feeling stronger than before, but managing to fade. I took a deep breath and continued moving. I lifted my eyes again, catching Connor's gaze. His brow furrowed and I shook my head, silently telling him not to worry. He frowned but gave a small nod, his eyes moving to my stomach before he returned his focus to my face.
I finally made it to the altar and took my spot to Sibeal's right, giving him a smile that he returned. There was a key change and suddenly Pachelbel's Canon began to play. I noticed Murphy stiffen at the familiar tune and we all gazed down the aisle as Ava made her way towards us, Aiden's hand gripped tightly in hers. I felt tears sting at my eyes as I watched my best friend make her way down towards one of the men that had changed our entire lives, his eyes fixed on her in an expression of wonder and awe. I felt Connor's gaze on me again and I flashed my eyes to his. He cocked his head to the side, regarding me carefully.
"You okay?" he mouthed.
I nodded. "Just happy," I mouthed back.
He gave me a grin, his eyes sparkling and crinkling at the sides. "I love you."
I quickly wiped a tear from my eye with my thumb. "I love you too."
Ava and Aiden reached the altar and Murphy stepped down, offering Ava his elbow which she gladly took. Aiden stepped to the side and Connor quickly lifted him up in his arms, sharing the position of Murphy's best man.
"We are gathered 'ere taday en da sigh' o' Go'…"
I tried to listen to Sibeal's wedding spiel and pay attention but was distracted by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, the cramps seeming to suddenly intensify. I quietly sucked in a breath. "Must be a false alarm," I thought to myself as it started to fade. I glanced up to see Connor's eyes fixed on me, his expression full of concern. I forced a smile and shook my head, nodding towards Murphy and Ava. He frowned and shook his head lightly. I hissed as I felt another contraction roll through me. "No, no, no, I still have three weeks," I thought to myself, my teeth cutting into my bottom lip. I squeezed my eyes shut, my free hand fisting in my dress.
"Ow," I grunted, my knees buckling and I felt myself falling to the ground.
"I go' ye," Connor whispered in my ear, his arms at my waist as I fell against him, both of us moving to the floor. I hadn't even seen him move.
Murphy, Ava and Sibeal stared down at me, concern etched over each of their faces.
"Aunt Kher?" Aiden breathed, his face level with my own.
I grit my teeth at the pressure bearing down on my stomach, the base of my spine seeming to stiffen. "I'm fine," I bit out, trying to breathe and relieve some pressure.
Ava shook her head and kneeled next to me. "Kher, I don't think you are."
My eyes widened as I felt a pop and liquid between my legs, my eyes filling with tears. "No, no, no," I muttered, my hand moving to Connor's arm and gripping it tight. "It's happening too fast…"
"Wha' es et, lass?" Connor asked, a note of fear in his voice.
"I think my water just broke," I whispered.
The pain was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I couldn't even describe it. "Connor," I groaned, my hand tightening on his to the point I felt the bones move beneath his skin.
"Fuck, Kher, ye go' a grip o' ye," he muttered, his other hand reaching to brush the hair from my forehead.
I let out a breath as the pain faded, my head sinking into the pillow. I glanced up as Dr. Grant made his way into the room, dressed in pale sea green scrubs. "How we doin' in here?" he asked, giving me a smile.
"I think we're a little early," I replied as Connor gently wiped the sweat from my brow.
"Th' babe ain't 'posed ta be 'ere fer anudder tree weeks, righ'?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Dr. Grant nodded. "We do seem to be a little ahead of schedule. How far apart are your contractions, Kherington?"
I swallowed. "About 7 minutes apart, I think."
"And how painful are they?"
"'nough ta make 'er break me 'and," Connor offered.
I shot him a glare. "You will never understand what this is like," I hissed at him.
He shrunk away from me, holding up his free hand. "Yer kin' o' scarin' me, lass," he muttered, looking down at the floor.
I turned my attention to Dr. Grant. "Please tell me this is almost over."
He gave me a reassuring smile. "That's up to your baby. But I will tell you that if you keep up at this rate, you'll have a baby within a few hours."
I forced a smile, tightening my grip on Connor's hand as my vision became blurry. "Connor...?" I murmured.
I heard the brogue of his response, but couldn't make out the words, my vision becoming distorted as suddenly, I lost consciousness.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."
I jolted awake, my head flying up from my arms. "Ow," I whimpered as I hit the corner of a low hanging light. I glanced around, realizing that instead of the small florescent lit room with Dr. Grant and Connor, I was seated at a bar, the air smoky and the lighting dim. "The fuck?" I muttered. I swallowed and bit my lower lip, my hand drifting to lay on my stomach. It suddenly occurred to me that I wasn't feeling the pain I had before. I glanced down and sucked in a panicked breath when I saw that my stomach was completely flat.
"Don't worry. The little fuckers are where they're supposed to be."
I looked up at the bartender to ask what he was talking about and my eyes widened as my jaw went slack in recognition. "Rocco?" I breathed.
He gave me his classic goofy grin, his eyes covered by dark lenses. "How the fuck ya doin' chick?"
I looked around. "Am I...?"
He gave a nod. "Yeah, you're dreamin'. I wouldn't look this fuckin' good otherwise, would I?" He glanced back at a mirrored wall behind him. "Best fuckin' thing about dyin'? Ya don't fuckin' age!" He turned back to me and leaned over the bartop.
I swallowed. "I'm not dead, am I?"
He snorted. "No, ya ain't dead. Just a little out of commission at the moment. Thought I could take the time and talk to ya since the boys don't seem to want to listen to the good ol' funny man."
I bit my lower lip and tilted my head to the side. "What are you talking about?"
Rocco sighed and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from under the bar along with two shot glasses. He filled each and slid one towards me before lifting the other. "Sláinte," he offered, clinking against the other glass and throwing the shot back, setting the glass back on the bartop before looking at me expectantly.
"What?" I asked.
"Take the fuckin' shot and then we can talk," he pressed.
I rolled my eyes but took the shot, wincing slightly at the burn. I set down the glass and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. "Now talk," I rasped.
Rocco grinned and moved from behind the bar. "Let's take a fuckin' walk," he told me, offering his elbow.
I slid off the stool and let him lead me out of the bar into the sunshine. "Are we in Boston?" I asked, looking up at the Italian.
"Fuckin' right we are," he answered, waving his free arm in the air. "It's fuckin' paradise. All the great things about Boston, none of the fuckin' bad."
I snorted. "This is your heaven?"
"Fuckin' A right it is." He wiped his nose on his sleeve and glanced down at me. "But enough about that shit. We ain't havin' much time before I gotta let your tiny ass wake up."
I furrowed my brow. "Okay, so talk."
Rocco sat down on a bench and pulled me down next to him, his arm along the back. "How long you expecting those two Micks to stay out of the crosshairs, hmmm?"
I cut my eyes at him. "What are you talking about?"
He smirked, shaking his hair out of his face. "I'm talking about Connor and Murphy and the… I guess you would call it… 'family business'," he replied, complete with air quotes.
I swallowed. "They wanted to stop…"
Rocco shook his head. "Look, I ain't sayin' they're not tired. Fuck, they've been doin' this shit for awhile now, they should be. And maybe part of them does think they're done with it. But they're not. They're gonna get restless soon. Hell, they already are, think you know that. Connor and Murphy ain't the stay-at-home daddy type any more than their old man was."
I bit my lower lip and furrowed my brow. "So… what are you telling me?"
"Think you know what I'm telling you," he replied.
I sighed and leaned my head back on his arm, staring up at the blue sky. "What do you expect me to do? And why does everyone think I can convince Connor of anything?"
Rocco chuckled and ruffled my hair. "Because you fuckin' can. You tell that kid the sky is purple and made of fuckin' marshmallows? He'd eventually believe ya."
I scowled and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my hands clasped in front of me. "And why would I want to convince him to go back?"
I shifted my eyes to meet Rocco's as he moved into my peripheral. "'Cause ya know he's got to."
I snorted and shook my head. "Roc, I don't want him to die at some piece of trash's hand. He's safe. He's better than that."
Rocco nudged me lightly. "If he was gonna die, he fuckin' would've that first time out at Copley Plaza. Ain't nothin' gonna happen that isn't supposed to, I fuckin' promise you that."
I cut my eyes at him. "How can you promise me that?."
He smirked and lifted his hand, lowering his glasses down his nose to meet my gaze. "I'm fuckin' dead sweetheart, I have a bit more information then you might think." He pushed the glasses back up his nose. "I'm gonna put it to you this way, girlie. You can either get 'em to go back now or watch when they're pulled back into it anyway and they ain't prepared. I'm just givin' you a fuckin' heads up."
I regarded Rocco in silence, chewing my lower lip absently. "So... there's really no choice in this?"
He shrugged and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it and taking a drag. "Not really. Can't stop a callin', can ya?" he asked after he exhaled the smoke. He glanced up at the sky. "Think I'm about outta fuckin' time with you, Kher," he muttered. He pushed himself to his feet and turned toward me, the cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. "Just think about it, alright?"
I swallowed and nodded slowly. "I'll give it some thought," I replied, my voice soft as I stood in front of him. I looked up at him and forced a smile. "We miss you, Roc," I told him.
He gave me a grin and pulled me into a hug, lifting me off the ground. "Don't worry. I'm never that fuckin' far." He pressed a kiss to my temple before settling me back on my feet and taking a step back. "Catch ya on the flip side, Kher... but I hope it ain't for awhile," he told me before turning and making his way down the sidewalk.
I sighed and looked down at my feet, squeezing my eyes shut.
"C'mon, Kher, wake up..."
"'mon, lass, open yer eyes fer me."
I let out a groan. "Will you all just shut up?" I rasped, slowly opening my eyes, wincing as the bright light cut into them.
"Tank Go'," Connor breathed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
I looked around and saw Murphy, Ava and Aiden surrounding the bed as well, Murphy and Ava still in their wedding clothes, each holding a bundle in their arms. "Where's my baby?" I whispered.
Murphy grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Which one?"
I looked up at Connor. "What did I miss?"
His eyes looked tired. "Ye passed ou' o' me, lass," he replied. "The Doc sai' ye were goin' ta be alrigh', bu' wi' ye ou' like ye were..." He ran a hand through his hair. "'ad ta cut ye open, ge' dem ou'."
"Them?" I asked, my eyes wide.
He grinned. "Aye." He looked up at Murphy. "Le' me lass see 'im."
Murphy moved closer to the side as I carefully sat up. He gently pressed the sleeping bundle into my arms. I looked down and felt my heart seem to swell at the tiny baby. He opened his mouth in a yawn and his eyes slowly opened. "Omigod..." I murmured.
"Lord's name," Connor told me gently, sitting on the bed next to me, a bundle in his arms as well. "Ye gave me two wee lads, lass."
I looked at the other baby, a lump growing in my throat. I moved my eyes to meet Connor's and pressed a kiss to his mouth. "We did good, MacManus," I told him quietly, my voice thick.
"Aye, we did," he whispered back as we both turned our attention back to the babies.
"Did you name them?" I asked, gently tracing my fingers over the baby's features.
"No' ye', he replied. "Know we came up wi' one, bu' wa' waitin' fer ye when I saw we 'ad two."
I bit my lower lip and looked up, noticing that Murphy, Ava and Aiden had quietly left the room. I took a deep breath and looked at Connor. "Declan Noah and Kieran David MacManus."
Connor raised an eyebrow. "I ge' th' Noah, lass... bu' why David?"
I shrugged. "We've had some special Davids in our time, haven't we?"
His gaze softened. "Roc an' Greenbeans?"
I smiled. "May they rest in peace."
Connor met my grin and moved his gaze back to the baby in his arms. "Well, den. Welcome ta th' world, Kieran," he murmured, gently rocking the bundle.
I looked down at the baby in my own grasp. "Guess that makes you Declan," I whispered, pressing a kiss to his head. A thought suddenly crossed my mind and I looked up at Connor. "Which one came first?"
He grinned at me. "Only me an' da goo' doc know dat fer sure," he replied. "An' dats th' way et's stayin'."
*3 Months Later*
I pulled open the door and gave Ava a tired smile. "Thanks for coming by," I told her, shifting Kieran on my hip. I stepped to the side and let her and Aiden pass, shutting the door behind them.
"No problem," she replied. "Where's Dec?"
I shook my head. "I just managed to put him down and for once he's sleeping." I shifted my gaze to Kieran. "And now this one doesn't want to sleep, which is rare." Kieran let out a coo, grabbing my hair in his fist and pulling. "Ow," I grunted, moving to gently pry his fingers off. "That hurts baby."
"Can I hold Kieran?" Aiden asked hopefully, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
I smiled. "You know the rules bubba."
He leapt onto the couch and held out his arms. I shook my head and walked over, gently laying the baby in Aiden's arms. "Remember, be gentle. And let me know if he starts squirming."
Aiden didn't seem to even hear me as he started muttering at Kieran, making him laugh his baby giggles. I smiled and crossed back to Ava. "You sure you're okay staying here?" I asked, my eyes on the two on the couch.
Ava shrugged. "It's fine. Plus it's your turn to drag them back home."
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, working out the tangles. "Did Murphy call you?"
She rolled her eyes and leaned against the recliner, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just to say that he would be late." She shook her head. "I think part of it is that they can't stand to be apart for too long."
I grabbed my coat off a hook by the door. "It was Connor's brilliant idea to move us in here. I think he's regretting it, but he won't admit it."
Ava sighed and glanced over at Aiden and Kieran. "We need to find a house that will hold all of us." She glanced down at her stomach. "Maybe with a few rooms to spare."
I slipped my coat over my shoulders and raised an eyebrow. "We are like a really effed version of the Brady Bunch these days."
She chuckled. "You ain't lying." She patted her stomach. "I can only hope this is a girl. I'm tired of being outnumbered."
I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off by Declan's shrill cry filling the air. I let out a groan. "Dammit," I moaned.
Ava shook her head. "Head into town. I'll take care of Dec. He and Kieran probably just miss their dad. Totally screwing up their schedules."
I sighed and nodded, glancing down the hall as Ava made her way towards the twins' room. I shifted my gaze to Aiden. "You gonna take care of my boys, little man?"
He nodded. "I got this, Aunt Kher," he told me sagely.
I chuckled and walked over kissing the top of his head. "I know you do." I shifted my gaze to Kieran and gently ran my finger down his cheek. "You behave," I told him softly. He turned his face to me and gave me a gummy smile, his blue eyes sparkling at me as he giggled. I smiled back and stood up, zipping the coat and turning to see Ava holding Declan to her shoulder, bouncing him gently. "And how's my other boy?" I asked, crossing the room and taking him from her arms to say good-bye.
"I think someone just felt left out," Ava murmured.
I smiled and kissed the top of Declan's head. "You be good, Dec," I murmured, cuddling him close to my chest. I sighed and breathed in his baby powder smell before gently giving him back to Ava. "I told Aiden he's the man of the house while I'm gone," I informed her with a grin.
She chuckled and glanced at the couch. "Hopefully he can keep us all in line," she replied, letting Declan gnaw on her finger.
I sighed. "Alright, I'm off. Hopefully they'll be ready to go," I told her, moving towards the door.
"Yeah, good luck with that," she replied.
I chuckled and ducked out the door into the night.
I stuck my head in the conference room to see Connor and Murphy's backs where they were leaned over a table.
"Tink ef 'e goes dis way, 'e shoul' be alrigh'," Murphy muttered, pointing.
Connor shook his head. "Too narrow. 'e'll ne'er ma' et fas' 'nough."
They continued mumbling back and forth. I leaned in the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest. "Ahem," I finally interrupted.
They both glanced over their shoulders and Connor gave me a grin. "An' wha' are ye doin' 'ere, love?"
I chuckled and walked over, shoving my way in between them. "Time for you two to come home. Or at least take a break." I glanced at the blueprints on the table. "What's going on this time?"
Murphy sighed. "Romeo's goin' o' 'is own tamarra," he replied as Connor started rolling up the papers.
I looked over at Murphy. "You don't sound thrilled... where is it?"
"New York," he replied, leaning his hip against the table.
"So, what's the problem?" I asked, a smile pulling at my mouth as Connor brushed his lips over my collarbone before walking to the other side of the room.
Murphy shrugged. "Not'ing."
"Murph's a bi' jealous," Connor cut in.
Murphy scowled at his twin. "I jus' don' tink 'e shoul' go 'lone, dat's all?"
I smirked. "You worried about your Mexican?" I asked as Connor draped his arm over my shoulders.
His scowl deepened. "I go' ta ta' 'buse from ye no' too?"
I pouted at him. "Awe, Murph, you know I love you."
He rolled his eyes and moved to leave the room. "'m goin' ta go tal' ta Smecker befer we go," he muttered, ducking out of the conference room, leaving Connor and I alone.
I turned in his arm and draped my arms over his shoulders. "And how are you?"
He smirked and kissed me lightly on the nose. "Bett' no'. Didn' 'spect ta see ye dow' 'ere."
I shrugged. "Someone had to come get you."
"Th' lads alrigh'?" he asked, moving his hands to my hips, his fingers splayed on my back under my shirt.
I nodded, running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "They just miss their da," I replied. "I kinda miss him too, actually."
"Es dat righ'?" he asked, blocking me in against the table and pressing his lips to mine. I groaned quietly as his tongue swept over my lips and opened my mouth to him. He pulled back, resting his forehead against my own and slowly opened his eyes. "I missed ye as well," he whispered.
I gave him a smile. "Well, you'll just have to show me how much you missed me when we get home, won't you?"
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Aye, I tink I ca' do dat."
"Did you get your planning done?" I asked, pushing myself onto the table and pulling him between my thighs.
He nodded. "Aye, Rome shoul' be se'."
I snagged my fingers through his beltloops. "Why is Paul sending him alone?"
Connor rested his palms on the table, boxing me in. "No' sure. Says et's a simple in an' ou'."
I cocked my head to the side. "And what do you think?"
The side of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. "I tink yer goin' ta tell me wha' I tink."
I rolled my eyes. "I think you agree with Murphy."
He sighed. "Aye."
I gently moved my hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders. "Do you agree because you're worried or because you want to go?"
His eyes met mine. "Bi' o' both," he murmured.
I nodded slowly. "Can't say I'm surprised," I replied. "Old habits die hard." I moved a hand to his cheek and smiled. "Just 9 more months, okay?"
He nodded slowly, his eyes focused on the necklace he had given me years ago. "I don' 'ave ta go 'f ye don' wan' me ta," he murmured meeting my eyes.
I shrugged. "Conn, you and I both knew that you weren't going to be out of this forever, even if we couldn't admit it."
"Aye... still can' belie' yer tryin' ta be alrigh' wi' et," he admitted, his hands moving to my hips.
"I want you to be happy, Conn. And it's not that different than if you were in the military or law enforcement... right?" I asked.
He snorted and shook his head. "Ef dat's 'ow ye wan' ta loo' a' et."
"There's no reason you can't have both," I murmured, pulling him closer, brushing my nose over his. "You'll make the world better and then you'll come home to me and the twins. Win-win. I just want to have you to myself just a little longer. I only want to share you with the babies. And then, when the time comes, you and Murphy can be the Saints again. But you'll always have a place to come home to." I kissed him softly, my nails gently scratching over the back of his neck.
He pulled back, his hands moving to cup cheeks. "Ye ne'er di' tell me wha' changed yer mind..."
I smiled and shrugged. "Sure I did," I replied, Rocco's face flashing through my mind. "A little divine intervention. You should understand that."
He chuckled and opened his mouth to reply.
"Why don' ye try an' kee' et clea'?"
I chuckled and glanced at Murphy over Connor's shoulder. "Now, Murph, what's the fun in that? Tell me..."
He grinned. "Why don' ye sto' fuckin' 'roun' so we ca' ge' 'ome already?"
Connor snorted and looked at me. "Read' ta go 'ome lass?"
I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together. "Let's go home."
Anonnie: Haha, well I'm glad I threw in a bit of a surprise for you. I hope the names work for you and you weren't disappointed. Hope that streak continues. :) You've been one of my faithful followers and I can't do that to ya (disappoint, I mean). And Conn does have some time to make up for, doesn't he? Let's see how it goes shall we...?
Lucy: Hope this works for you my friend!
AN3: So... there it is. There you have it. I can't believe it's over. There's a possibility that a third could happen at some point in life. I'm not going to promise anything. I have other things in the works and I want to try new things. Plus, I don't want to leave you all hanging (like I did with these last few chapters. But maybe, in the future, ConKher, Murva, Aiden, Declan/Kieran and others will be back. Who knows...? :)
Thank you to each and everyone of you that took the time to read this story. It means the world to me. Super special thanks to... iforgiveyou, Conspicuously Shrouded, "Lucy", RhanonBrodie, TWD, BlueMoonSaint, Valerie E. Mackin, "Alessandra", "Beth"/Panicking at a Disco, "Anonnie", SilverMoonlit, gurl3677, "Megan"/blondiegirl17, SaraLostInes, coffee-ink-fire, XakibaphoxX, AislingIsobel, PiercedHeart114, MyWritingMuse, OhKellyRose, AnghelNiKamatayan, Asia Redgrave, Baloo18, DTS Guru, Effigy, Entwinedlove, Fierce Lady, gypsyk179, GrasshopperKnight, happygirltn, JadedPanda, JamesRamsey, jedurso, JumbledThoughts, laura f hellman, maawwge, meb1313, musicndcrime, Nantena, ShiveringTree, snaregirl007, 11Rina11, LittleFlatts, BlackBulletButterfly, HerAngrierGnome, kaayrakoi, LlockedOut, magsi09, MyMy2014, stargirl276, SunnySideUp25, PixiePhotos and a sprinkling of Guest reviewers. Each of you let me know you were actually reading whether it be through reviews, alerts, or favorites. That is just overwhelming to me and I cannot express how grateful I am to each and every one of you. It's what kept me going and I can only hope some of you stick with me if/when I move onto other things. I especially thank the people that reviewed. For the most part, you reviewed repeatedly which is fabulous and actually let me get to know you and talk/bond. It's nice to know the people behind the stories (since quite a few of you are authors as well). Not only that... this is currently the 3rd most reviewed Boondock story... that is unbelievable to me and there's a chance it will move to number 2... holy shit. I just... I can't tell you what that means to me. Words aren't enough.
I also want to thank the following for putting me on their author alert list or author favorite list (or both): AislingIsobel, Alessandra love22, Alexandria04, Are You Afraid Yet, Baloo18, BlueMoonSaint, coffee-ink-fire, ConspicuouslyShrouded, Entwinedlove, Hopeful-Lost-Boy's-Girl, iforgiveyou, kaayrakoi, LSWasp, LadyAlarah, meb1313, ModernDayJuneCleaver, OhhKellyRose, PiercedHeart114, Pixie photos, SilverMoonlit, TheBaconMaker, Valerie E Mackin, XakibaphoxX. I hope I managed to get everyone that I could. If I forgot you, I appreciate you just as much and it was an honest mistake.
Like I said, I do have a few ideas up my sleeve. I'm not sure when I'll put them out into the open because as of now if anything is written for them, it's not finished/just ideas. Most stuff is Boondock related, but I'm really thinking my next attempt will be in the Walking Dead arena. I mean, it is coming back, ha. We shall see though. Until next time my friends...