Drogheda | Book 1

75. Panic Disorder

One Day Later

I wake to a loud phone ring. I hit KIllian's arm, telling him to shut it up. He lazily grabs it and rolls onto his back. He puts it to his ear. "Hello?" He says sleepily. "Liam," he rubs his eyes. "Calm down, there's a six hour time difference between Ireland and America." He looks at me as I lay with my chest against the bed, which is actually getting quite uncomfortable because of the baby. "It's only eight o'clock here." He sighs. "Yes, now can I go back to bed with my girlfriend?" he jokes. "Thank you." he hangs up and rolls onto his side too look at me.

"Your brother worries to much." I laugh.

"trust me I know." he rolls his eyes. He pulls me closer to him so my head is resting on his chest, right above his heart. I smile and play with his chest hair.
I roll onto my stomach and look up at him as he sits up, pulling me into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck  He smiles and kisses me passionately. "Ready to go sightseeing?"He says excitedly.

"Yes!" I giggle and hug him. He chuckles and kisses my shoulder.  I giggle.
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"You hungry, love?" Killian asks, as I walk out of the bathroom.

"Yeah," I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso. I sit my chin on his shoulder.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" He asks.

"Fine, I guess."

"You guess?" He turns around. "What do you mean? Do you not feel well?" He puts his hands on my arms.

"I feel fine." He looks at me with his 'are you serious' face.

"Emma," he sighs. "What's wrong?" He says with concern in his voice.

"The baby is just kicking a lot, I'll be fine." I give a reassuring smile. He bends down to my stomach.

"Hey, you in there," he pokes my belly. I giggle. "Stop all that kicking." He says playfully. "You're being a troublesome lass." He kisses my belly. I smile as he stands up.

"You're daughter is being defiant." I wrap my arms around his neck, and play with the hair on the back of his neck.

"It's started early, hasn't it." He sighs and shakes his head.

"We don't even know if it's a girl yet." I laugh.

"I'm just following your hunch, love." He shrugs.

"Mothers intuition?" I say in more of a question.

"I suppose." He grins. "I hope it's a girl." He places his hand to my baby bump.

"And why is that?" I smile.

"Because I want her to be just like you." His nose brushes mine. I giggle. "Beautiful, talented..., perfect." He smiles. I blush.

"You're such a hopeless romantic." I laugh.

"I know," he smiles. I giggle and pull his lips to mine.

We eat breakfast and we walk down to a car rental place. I drive because he doesn't know all the road signs. "I want to drive." He complains like a four year old. As we walk to the car

"Well, that's your fault for not being born in the U.S.." I smile. He crosses his arms over his chest and pretends to pout. "Oh, stop that, you big baby." I hit his arm. His pouty face turns into a smile. He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. A smile slowly creeps onto my face.

"I have an idea!" He says excitedly and jumps in front of me.

"What?" I laugh.

"How about we take the Underground?"