sinéad fucking hates crying and yet she can’t stop herself from sniffling. these pregnancy hormones rocked her emotionally like a ship in a storm, and even the smallest of things can set her off at any moment — yesterday she had cried watching their daughters play together in the garden, éire and teagan sprinting around on the grass pretending to be space explorers or something even as it started to lightly rain, her mind wondering how that dynamic might shift with the addition of a new sibling. she knew how volatile that relationship could be at the best of times, even with the mcloughlin siblings being closer now as all became adults that no longer had to live inside the same household together. she could only hope, say a little prayer to saint joseph, and wait.
paddy is looking at her right now like she’s his whole fucking world again — so how is she not meant to shed a few tears as her frustration over her name being yet again dragged through the mud clashes with her neverending love for him. “ yeah, probably f’the best if you don’t read it right now, actually, else somebody might lose their teeth or somethin’. ” at least she’s able to joke a little, tease her husband for his defensiveness, even through her light tears, watching and smiling fondly at his constant little display of love as he kisses her wedding ring. in turn, she leans up to leave a kiss of her own. “ breakfast sounds great right now, ” though she knows she probably looks an absolute state right now, and with the alluring promise of some home-cooked food from him, she wants to try and continue this day onto a better path than it had begun on, “ —but can y’help me get dressed first, and brush my hair? i swear, love, i was never feelin' this fuckin’ tired when we had the girls. ”