“We don’t have to do this, ya know.” Joanne huffed as she blew the smoke from her mouth, watching where her toddler played on the porch in front of her. “I mean honestly, I’m sure my mama knows by now that I’m a big old slut and that I don’t know which one of you Guinness lovers is the dad.” she sighed, flicking her cigarette before putting it out and looking back to Finn, her eyes uncharacteristically soft. Then again Finn always brought out her more gentle side, she supposed.
She moved to rest her head on his shoulder, wrapping her slim arms around one of his. “I mean ya don’t have to do any of this. You’re not like trapped with me or anything. I could find a babysitter.” she assured him, or she could contact the father and get enough compensation for her son, Finn and herself for the next fifty years, but the idea made her stomach churn. “I’d be fine if ya wanted to live your life, is what I’m saying, darling.” she finished, letting her brown eyes meet his lighter ones.
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