Chapter 51: Mia

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We stand at JFK waiting for my idiot cousin Isaac from Ireland to pick us up. I hang up the payphone and look over to the group. Vicy and CC and making out in the chairs. Rikki, Bret, and Bobby all stand against the wall. I walk over to them and stand beside Rikki but quickly get pull in front of him and he kisses my forehead.

"I can't believe those are my parents over there." I admit with a laugh.

Rikki laughs and looks over to them.

"At least you're not blood." He admits and I smile.

I look over to Bret and Bobby who are both drinking from water bottles. I get an idea. I take Bobby's water bottle and he gives me a look.

"What was that for?" He wonders and I make a face.

"I'm thirsty." I lie and Rikki laughs. Bobby's eyes grow.

"Don't drink that! You're pregnant." He tells me and I nod.

"Just catching on to this?" I wonder.

"I think what he's trying to say is that it's vodka, Minnie." Bret explains and I smile.

"That is genius." I laugh and Bret hand me his bottle.

"Here, I'm about finished with this one anyways." He tells me and I make a face.

I elbow Rikki.

"Watch this." I smirk and he laughs.

"Jesus Christ, we're going to get kicked out of the airport." Rikki smiles.

I dump the water bottle at my feet and grab my stomach. I scream a bit and Vicy gets off CC.

"CC." I squeal.

His eyes grow and he rubs to my side. He looks around at the water on the floor then back up to me.

"Y-y-your water broke?" CC asks worried and I nod. "Jesus Christ! My grandkid/nephew is going to be born in an airport."

Vicy, Bret, Bobby, and Rikki all start laughing. CC looks around at them like 'what the hell she's in labor'.

"Baby, baby, she's a month pregnant. Minnie isn't in labor." Vicy laughs and CC looks at me.

"I'm going to kill you." CC says and I laugh.

I step back quickly and slip on the water. I start to fall but Bret catches me before I hit the ground.

"Easy, Mouse." He says as he sets me back on my feet.

We talk for a while longer before I see Isaac. She's about six foot and ginger like me (so is my mom and grandmother). Isaac hugs me and shakes everyone else's hands.

"I think Grams is about ready for blood, Lass." He says in his thick Irish accent. "Has been since we landed." Bret starts laughing.

"Does Mouse get this accent if she goes to Ireland?" He wonders and I smile.

"It's not as thick." I admit and he laughs.

"It's kinda hard to understand the accent." CC admits and I put my face in my hands.

"Just drink with the Irish, you'll understand us quickly. Right, Mia?" Isaac wonders and I laugh kinda nervously (I hope he doesn't catch on).

"Yeah, for sure." I say quietly.

Fuck. This is going to be interesting.

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