ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

F O U R T E E N

A couple days later, the trio had decided it was time to move on to visit the twin's father. Victoria was excited to meet him, but she was also becoming homesick, and the three of them had discussed that they would head back to Boston afterwards. Annabelle, whilst usually abrupt and loved to call her sons 'little shits', was very emotional when it came time for them to leave. She hugged all three of them tightly, stopping the twins as they were about to get into their cab.

"Ye two best be lookin' after this girl." She ordered, waving her finger at them both. "She's an angel for puttin' up with ye both. Ye ain't gonna find another lass that'll love ye like that."

Victoria felt her face go bright red and she let out a laugh. They had all figured that Annabelle had known the three of them were in a relationship, and she had just confirmed it for them.

"Aye, Ma." Connor groaned, waving at her. "Look after yerself."

"We'll call ye when we're back home." Murphy added, also waving.

A few minutes later, they were in the cab and pulling away from the twin's childhood home. Both boys sighed almost identically, and Victoria took their hands in her's.

"You guys okay?" She asked.

"Aye, love. Never better." Connor replied, kissing the side of her head.

"It'll be good to see our Da for a couple days." Murphy said, sitting on her other side, rubbing circles into the back of her hand with his thumb.

"We're only staying a couple days?" Victoria asked, surprised.

"The man works long hours." Connor explained. "Figured we could surprise him for the weekend while he's not workin'."

The boys had told Victoria stories of their father before; his name was Noah, and he hadn't been a big part of their lives growing up, but they had reconnected with him as they got older. He was an older man who kept to himself, his only remaining family being his sons. Just like Annabelle, he knew nothing of the twin's work as the Saints.

The drive was about an hour, and took the trio through the Irish country side. Victoria gazed out the windows, completely in awe of the beauty that surrounded them. Connor and Murphy had witnessed the views countless times in their lives, but were very amused by Victoria's reaction to all of it.

As they pulled up to Noah's home, Victoria noticed it was more like a cottage, and much smaller than where Annabelle lived. But she loved it nonetheless. She noticed a man sitting out the front on the small veranda. He was worn-looking, with long grey hair and a large grey beard. He wore black pants and a big black jacket to shield him from the cold outside. He furrowed his brows as he watched the cab approach his home, getting to his feet. Connor exited the car first, and the man's face changed from confusion to happiness in an instant.

"Da!" He called out, his arms outstretched.

Murphy got out of the car next, holding the door open for Victoria and helping her out.

Noah jogged down towards them all, putting his arms around the lighter twin. "Connor!" He exclaimed, sounding like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He released Connor and walked over to Murphy, hugging him tightly. "Murphy! My boys are here."

"How are ye dad?" Murphy laughed, enjoying the surprise in his dad's face.

"I'm fantastic seeing ye two!" He said, stepping back and observing his sons at an arms length. He radiated pride looking at the two of them.

Connor walked towards Victoria who was standing nearby watching them. "Da, we want you to meet our girl, Victoria." He announced, taking her hand in his.