falling for 13 || Johnny Kavanagh

You Know You Love Me

G R A C E

I sighed, dropping onto the couch and staring at the three little menaces I was currently in charge of.

Tadgh was sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to the TV, while Ollie was aggressively shuffling a deck of Pokémon cards like he was about to play a high-stakes poker game. Sean,was currently trying to fit his entire fist into his mouth.

It was chaos.

And there was no way I was making it to Biddies tonight. I groaned, pulling out my phone and finding Johnny's name in my contacts.

He answered on the second ring. "Miss me already?"

I rolled my eyes. "I can't go for food."

There was a pause. "What? Why?"

I exhaled. "I'm babysitting."

"For who?"

"My brothers," I deadpanned.

Another pause. "Fuck, I thought your Nan takes them on Wednesdays?"

"Yeah, but she's gone to knock for the night," I muttered. "Mam's gone back working, and Darren's gone to meet his boyfriend."

Johnny let out a low whistle. "Right, so you're stuck?"

"Yeah."

"Well," he said casually. "I'll just bring the food to you then."

I sat up. "No, you don't have to—"

"Grace."

I frowned. "What?"

"I want to."

I exhaled, standing up. "Fine. But don't bring me food and starve yourself."

Johnny chuckled. "What kind of bastard do you take me for? I'll bring food for your brothers too."

I blinked. "Johnny, you don't have to—"

"See you in a bit, love you" he cut me off, and then the line went dead.

I sighed, dropping my phone onto my lap.

Tadhg looked over at me, frowning. "Who was that?"

"Johnny," I muttered.

Sean's eyes widened, and I saw a small smile appearing on his face. "Yay, Onny!"

Ollie's head snapped up. "Your boyfriend?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't start."

But Ollie was already grinning like a little demon. "Is he coming here?"

"Yes," I admitted.

Tadhg made a face. "Why?"

I groaned, leaning back on the couch. "Because I can't go out, so he's bringing food here."

Sean, who had finally removed his fist from his mouth, clapped his hands. "Pizza?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

Ollie smirked. "Are you gonna kiss him?"

I grabbed the nearest throw pillow and launched it at his face.

***

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

I opened it to find Johnny standing there with a takeaway bag in one hand, a pizza box in the other, and that fucking grin on his face.

"Hey, baby," he said smoothly.

Before I could even respond, he leaned down and pressed a slow, warm kiss to my lips, completely ignoring the fact that my three little brothers were probably lurking nearby.