ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

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Connor was the first to wake up the next morning, not understanding why he felt so squished. He turned over and remembered the three of them had fallen asleep in the same bed. For such a small girl, Victoria took up a lot of space in bed; she was almost sleeping horizontally, with her bare legs across Connor's, and the upper half of her body pushed up against Murphy's chest. Connor laughed to himself, unintentionally causing the other two to stir.

"The fucks so funny?" Murphy groaned, his eyes still closed.

"This bed was not equipped for this tiny girl." Connor joked, his voice croaky.

Murphy slowly opened his eyes to see what his twin was talking about, and snorted with laugher. Victoria's face was pressed against his bare chest, her hair splayed out behind her.

"Tor? Ye alive?" Murphy laughed, gently touching her face.

"Hm?" She hummed sleepily. She yawned and opened her eyes, taking a moment to process how she had been sleeping. "Oh wow." Her face immediately burned with embarrassment.

Murphy watched her place her hands flat on his chest and look up at him.  "Ye alright?" He asked with a grin.

"I'm so sorry." She laughed, pushing herself away from him. Murphy immediately felt the loss of her against him. "You're really warm though. So are you, Con." She continued, moving her legs off the lighter twin.

"Don't be sorry." Connor said, stretching his arms out. "Yer warm, too."

"I don't even remember us getting into this bed. I didn't think I was that drunk." Murphy said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"So the two of ye finally smash, and ye don't even remember it?" Connor joked, wanting to freak his brother out. Victoria snorted, knowing full well he was teasing.

Murphy froze for a moment, his heart skipping a beat. He looked down at Victoria, unsure if he wanted it to be true or not. She grinned up at him, telling him that it was true. Connor burst out laughing at his brother's face.

"Fuck off, man." Murphy said, tossing his pillow at Connor.

Victoria crawled off the bed and got to her feet, giggling as she went. "Don't worry, Murph. If we slept together, you'd remember."

"I don't doubt that for a second, sweetheart." Murphy grinned, his stomach secretly doing backflips at her comment.

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A few more weeks passed with the trio's lives staying relatively normal. The twins had not returned to their Saints work yet, as the police were still on high alert after their last hit. Victoria secretly liked this; she hated being up all night waiting for the boys to return home, not knowing if they were okay or not.

The repairs on their apartment had also come to a halt, due to the floors needing to be replaced. Again, they had told Victoria they would go and stay in a hotel if she wanted them to, but she continuously said she wanted them to stay.

One night while Victoria had been working, Connor and Murphy sitting up at the bar as usual, a regular patron, Cameron, had invited her and the boys to his upcoming wedding. They had known he was planning to marry his fiancé, Sheryl, but they hadn't expected to be invited. They had met Sheryl a few times in the past, but Victoria believed she was only invited because people knew that she had become a sort of package deal with Connor and Murphy. The boys got invited to things all the time, due to how popular they were.

It was the morning of the wedding, and the three of them took turns in the bathroom and getting ready. Victoria decided to wear an ankle length, baby pink dress, that became sheer towards the bottom. The sleeves on it were loose and also sheer. She wore her hair down in loose curls, and a pair of nude, strappy heels. Murphy wore black pants, and a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up halfway. Connor wore navy blue pants and a white shirt, his sleeves also rolled up.