Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
God damn his big sad eyes.
“Be considerate then,” I snippily replied. “It’s your body so look after it or I’m goin’ to kick the shite out of it. Your decision.”
Kane looked away from me as he tried not to smile.
I rolled my eyes and took out the insulin pen, and rolled it between my fingers like Doctor Chance showed me, to make sure the insulin was properly combined. Kane’s insulin was mixed so I had to make sure the colour was all as one and there were no swirls or air pockets inside the cartridge before I injected it into his body.
I held the pen tightly and then picked up an alcohol wipe; I opened the little packet and used the wipe to sanitize the little stopper that the needle slid into. Next, I grabbed a fresh needle from the kit and screwed it onto the area I just cleaned.
The whole device was pretty safe; my setup usually only took a minute, but because I felt Kane’s eyes on me I did things a little slower just to make sure I did it correctly. I focused on my job at hand and began to prime the pen. I selected two units to prime the pen and pushed on the end of the pen twice until I spotted a little insulin squirt from the needle. Once any trapped air was gone, and the pen was primed, I upped his insulin units and removed the cap.
Kane recognised the noise of the cap being removed and grunted as he undid his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. “Close your eyes,” I said and went in.
I pinched a fatty part of his thigh, inserted the needle into his leg at a ninety-degree angle and pushed the insulin into his body. Ten seconds later I released my pinching grip and removed the needle.
“All done,” I said with a sigh.
Kane grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me up to my feet, which I was grateful for because my knees were starting to hurt.
“Can we go watch Netflix now?” he asked, looking down at me with hopeful eyes.
I looked over my shoulder and found everyone looking at me; it reminded me of what they all knew. I turned back to Kane.
“Can I talk to you?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “Shoot.”
“Pull your trousers up first, perv.”
Kane smirked when his brothers snorted from behind me.
“Spoilsport,” he mused as he pulled up his trousers and buttoned them. “Okay, done, now shoot.”
Just say it.
“It’s me.”
Kane looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s you what?”
Here goes nothing.
“I’m pregnant.”
He raised an eyebrow. “No, Branna is pregnant, we heard Ryder—”
“I got it wrong, bro,” Ryder cut Kane off.
Kane looked at his brother then to Branna, who nodded her head in confirmation. He looked back to me with wide eyes.
“You?”
“Me.”
“Does that mean—?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Holy. Fuck.”
I nervously laughed, “My thoughts exactly.”
Kane shook his head. “Aideen.”
“I know.”
I reached into my side bag and pulled out the ultrasound pictures of the baby. “I got these from the hospital about an hour ago.”
Kane took the pictures and stared at them, hard. I wasn’t sure if he was shocked, or if he just couldn’t see the baby.
“That’s not fair,” Nico whined. “You said you were going to show the pictures to the baby daddy first!”
I looked at Nico. “And I’ve done that. You can all see now, too.”
No one moved except Nico, who jumped up and shot over to Kane’s side and looked at the ultrasound pictures.
Alec glared at me. “Shut the fuck up.”
I laughed, “Okay.”
“Aideen!” Bronagh and Branna said in unison.
I laughed again. “Yes?”
“Don’t fuck with me, Ado,” Branna warned.
“Or me,” Bronagh added.
I raised my hands and nodded in Kane’s direction. “I’m not, I swear. Ask him.”
“Ask him what?” Nico asked. “What are you all talking about?”
“Kane?” Ryder questioned with wide eyes. “Seriously?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Seriously.”
“Fuck me!” Alec whispered.
I looked at Nico who was looking around the room, and after a few seconds it clicked in his mind what we were all talking about.
“Kane is the father?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock.
I nodded. “Kane is the father.”
“Is Kane really the father?” Bronagh asked.
“Yes, Kane is really the father,” I said, shaking my head.
“I feel like we’re in an episode of Maury,” Alec murmured to himself.
I snickered as I looked around the room, then finally to Kane who was still staring down at the ultrasound pictures in his hands.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
“I’m going to be a father.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
I stepped closer to him. “Is that okay?”
He looked up at me, his eyes shining. “Are you kidding? Of course it’s okay! I’m going to be a father!”
The relief that filled me was instant and warm. I burst into laughter when Kane surged forward, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up then spun me around. I held onto him when he stopped spinning me and groaned a little.
“I’m nauseous all the time; don’t do that again,” I said and held my hand over my mouth just in case I suddenly vomited.
“Shit, sorry,” Kane rushed out and pressed his hand on my back.
When nothing happened I removed my hand from my mouth and waved him off. “I’m good.”
“I can’t believe this,” Bronagh said when she came over to look at the ultrasound photos.
I couldn’t believe it, either. I wasn’t expecting Kane to take the news so... well.
“We’re going to be uncles!” Alec shouted and dived on Keela, kissing her face and hugging her with so much force I think he cut off her air supply.
I smiled and watched the brothers embrace their girlfriends, then moved on to Kane who was back to staring at the ultrasound pictures in his hand. He looked up when they approached him and smiled as he began to walk backwards. He yelped then jumped a little when they grabbed hold of him and then burst into laughter when they started to hit him. He grunted here and there, but his laughter was vibrant and loud.