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The pursing of his lips only enhanced when his grandmother-in-law approached him, he wasn’t going to take none of this woman’s shit. No matter how uncomfortably obvious they admired one another. A pat of her hand was given that squeezed his thigh as he listened to her speak and noticed her reaching for his son. With a gesture as if he were going to pass the perfectly swaddled bundle over he instead positioned that tiny head gently onto his shoulder. Little rear-end cradled in the hook of his elbow while his forearm helped support the baby as well. His free hand was used to point all up in her fucking face. “Ye remind me o’ someone who s’ use ta ot'ers takin’ yer shit.” Another set of words was added after the tips of his fingers pressed firmly against his newborn’s back to create circular swirls– resulting in a hefty burp from Noah Patrick. “Well, darlin’, ’m no’ yer ex-husband an’ ’m no’ a fuckin’ idiot. I know how ta hold a baby, I know how ta care fer a child an’ I know how ta fuck longer, harder an’ stronger t'en a gladiator while s o b e r.”
“Oh darling, don’t you know? I have no exes. I have outlived every last one of those bastards.” She tapped her forehead with her finger and gestured to heaven. “A couple needed a little help.” She touched the top of her great grandchild’s hair lightly as he burped once more, and gave the Irishman a sideways smile. “You know, if I were a few years younger, you’d have made a good husband.” Gran tucked the blanket around little Noah, and kissed his forehead, tugging to adjust Connor’s elbow just so to give better support. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse and offered one to him. “I have been inundated the tales my other grandson tells of the sexual adventures that often occur here. Your brother I have heard crosses himself on the regular. Some things are not meant for God’s eyes it would seem,” she cast him a look that lions give in the wild, right before taking down a zebra. “Of course men like you don’t have to be husbands to be useful.”
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Connor’s lips pursed as his husband was addressed. Jaw rolling and the thumb of the hand cradling his newborn son’s head brushed soothingly against baby fine hairs. Showing no fear he scooted over to wordless invite her to sit beside him. Blue hues never leaving her vision despite him wishing Gareth off, “I love ye, baby- be careful.”
After her darling grandson left the room, her smile faded completely. She looked down at the space that her grandson-in-law had made for her and then over at the man himself, holding her first born great grandchild like he was a sack of potatoes. Damn the Irish, they were always good in bed, but sometimes they didn’t have a lick of paternal instinct. “You remind me of one of my husbands,” she turned her head a little to admire the shape of his legs in his jeans before sitting beside him and squeezing his thigh lightly before reaching for little Noah Patrick. “He was Irish too, and when he was drunk he could fuck like a gladiator. When he was sober, he was an idiot.”
O h o. This is going to be round: he’s-lost-fucking-count between himself and this beautiful older woman. He turns to face his grandmother in law, ever so slowly. “O’, s’ t'at righ’? Fer a second t'ere I t'ought I was holdin’ a fuckin’ football. T'anks fer t'e reminder.”
Her eyes did not leave that handsome lump of Irish flesh sitting now on her grandson’s couch, and for a moment she smiled as she addressed Gareth, before turning back to stare down Connor. “Gareth, sugar, would you be so kind as to get your dear old Gran a bottle of that special vodka from that adorable Russian market in Allston, you can take my car, your husband and I need to have a little talk.”
“That is not how you hold a baby.”
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“For the record, sexy grandma, I’m not completely gay.”
“For the record, pumpkin, none of us are.”