see, i am a Troy style get up in the morning kid. i married a sleepy-in-the-morning man. Also, i think i might have broken several of my readers; thank you for the first review. many snuggles
Chapter 18 – Patience
“Sean!” The red head turned from the cab of the little mini bus, one foot on the step, keys in hand. “I need to come with you.”
“Eh?” In two months, Paddy had never been off site once for his emergency trip to A and E, and Sean was slightly confused.
“Jus’.” Paddy hissed and fidgeted. “Jus’ say tha ye need me tae come wi’ ye tae carry stuff. Please!”
Sean shrugged.
“Come with me into town to help carry stuff?” Sean jumped up into the cab. “You can have shot gun.”
Pa
impulses are just that. sometimes they stick, sometimes you ignore them, or at least, you do your best to ignore them.Oh, there are so many surprises coming your way!
As for the girls, don't feel too bad, at least they don't shed in winter.
he looks very much like imagine the Parker twin's father looked when he was younger. coolio.also, you do have to wait a week, because i only have 6 finished chapters and Nanowrimo got in the way. don't worry, i will not leave you hanging. nano will be over soon, and i can spend all my time with the boys.
“Paddy?”
Paddy looked up from his book to find Noah walking towards him across the field. The young Canadian did not look particularly happy.
“Nic wants to see you.”
The Scot jumped up, folding his book mark neatly into his page. He had not been looking forwards to this inevitable conversation. Unlike Troy, at no point had Paddy actually allowed himself to believe wandering off drunk was going to be how their boss was going to be happy resolving things. Nic obviously had some issue or other w
oh that's a good sign. I was got myself and my main character so worked up i ended up throwing a cup across the room (it was plastic, the character of the other hand punches someone)
can you imagine how hard it must be for him? even straight twins tend to have different physical boundaries and hug way more than most siblings do. poor Jameson.
I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, pondering my new situation. My mother had been pleased I’d gone to study with the new boys in my year. She likes it when I make friends, and encouraged me to invite them over for dinner whenever I wanted. I think my parents miss having lots of people about, especially now that my brother has been gone for well over a year. Greg lives on base when he comes home, and though he visits, it’s not the same. I should text all the team to come over soon and have a