Irish Promises

Chapter Thirty-Seven

The horrendously loud burp I let out gains me quite possibly the most disgusted look I've ever received from anyone and it's plastered all over Irvin's face.

Mission accomplished.

Although In all honesty I would have thought I'd of taken great pleasure in seeing it but with the way my stomach twists and gurgles I'm regretting my little plan a whole lot more than I thought I would.

Maybe the second portion of lasagne is what did it or the fifteen macaroons I had. I'm highly convinced it could have also been the cheeseboard I forced myself to finish.

In truth I t could have been any of it but either way I've made a mistake.

A big fucking mistake.

Because even though Irvin seems completely and utterly disgusted with me I think I'm the one that's come off worse from this.

"Erghh" I groan rolling onto my side on the bed.

It's where I've been for the past twenty minutes suffering very loudly whilst Irvin has watched my every movement with his phone securely in his hand.

"Maybe laying off the calories will help in the future" he snipes under his breath but sure as hell loud enough for me to hear.

I had thought he'd be able to keep his composure a lot longer than this, that it would at least take a couple of days before he started to speak to me like this but I guess his facade of being the nice guy only goes so far.

Maybe his line is bad eating habits.

If I'd of known that from the beginning it would have saved us all a lot of time because all he had to do was watch me tuck into a plate of ribs and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have given me a second look.

"Did you just call me fat?" I accuse sitting myself upright so quickly it makes my head go dizzy.

I know he didn't but with the way his whole face drops I take great pleasure in seeing him so perplexed so quickly.

"No I-" he stutters and shakes his head falling over his words.

I never thought I'd see a man like him speechless but here I am causing it within just a few hours.

I'd always thought my talents had been in acting, singing and dancing but this is clearly my greatest one.

Fucking with men.

I can tell he's thinking about what the best thing to say right now is, attempting to choose his words carefully and clearly coming up short.

His mouth pops open again like he's about to finally respond but he's quickly cut off by the sound of three knocks at our door.

I give him a look that says saved by the bell

He sheepishly heads toward the door and Bogdan steps in.

"The one with the hair and the scar left it for her" I hear Bogdan say and that peaks my interest straight away.

Cian. He has to be taking about Cian.

At that realisation I'm heaving myself and my very bloated stomach off the bed. Making my way over to where they both stand at the door talking quietly now.

Bogdan with my Minnie Mouse rucksack in his hand holding it as if he might catch something for it.

Me and Hugh had assumed they'd be watching the brothers movement so it's no surprise they saw Cian leave whatever's in that bag.

I just hope it's not something that's going derail everything.

"That's mine" I say pointing at the bag and they both eye me.

With the nod of Irvin's head he hands it to me and I assume he's already been through it. I can't imagine they would just hand it over without having any idea what's inside it.

As soon as I open the bag up I feel like I've been punched straight in the gut.

My oodie, my favourite hoodie of Finn's and my favourite fluffy socks are in there. The ones they've both made comments about for me to chuck out but have never gone through with it themselves.

They're my home comforts. The three things that he knew would make me feel most at ease.

Oh Cian you really do have such a beautiful soul, one that I don't think I'll ever fully deserve.

"Why would he leave these for you" Irvin asks clearly confused.

"Because no matter what he'd still want me to be comfortable and most of all be happy" I say truthfully and tears spring to my eyes straight away.

I don't know if he knew the truth before he left these or not but what I do know is either way he still would have.

He's so unlike his brothers, where they've questioned me and my motives before which I completely understand, Cian hasn't.

Out of all of them with everything that my family did to him id have thought he would have been the first to doubt me. But he never has.

He's my biggest champion and I think he always will be just as I'll always be his.

Without a second thought I head straight into the bathroom and pull on my oodie inhaling the smell of home, the comfort of it bringing tears to my eyes straight away.

But it's what's tucked away in the centre pocket that fully breaks me.

As soon as my hands brush against the piece of paper in there I know what it is straight away.

Pulling the sketch paper out I unfold it and gasp as soon as my eyes land on the sketch before me.

This whole time I've known him Cian has never once shown me what he sketches in that pad of his. I've occasionally caught glimpses of some of them but never this one.

Drawn out onto the paper is quite possibly the most detailed sketch that I have ever seen. As if it's a black and white snap shot of a moment we've shared.

The two of us seated together, him with that almost barely there smile whilst the one on my face is the kind I do when I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts and I've just snorted horrendously.

It's so detailed and perfect in every way. I will cherish it forever and it makes me all the more determined to pull this off so we can all finally be happy and enjoy our tile together just like we all deserve.