Chapter 27: Fighting over bonding?

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"Greg." Niall spits. I give Niall a look as to say to stay calm. He focuses his gaze on me and smile at Greg and his wife and son, a bit uncomfortable. I get up and shake Greg's hand. "Luna, Niall's girlfriend." I tell him politely. "Greg." He says, not even looking at me. I move on to his wife. "Denise, Greg's wife and this is our son Theo." She smiles proudly. I like her better. "Luna, Niall's girlfriend." I smile. 

Niall walks outside and Greg follows him. Not really worried, me and Denise sit down at the table and talk a bit. "How old is Theo?" I ask Denise, looking at Theo. He looks a lot like Niall, he has his eyes and nose. "He's nearly 6 months old." She smiles. "It's clearly family. He looks a lot like his father and uncle." I laugh. "He's got his father's eyes and hair colour." Denise is beaming with proud and I'm happy for her. 

"How long have you and Niall been together?" Denise asks me. "A little over 2 months. It's not that long but it took us some time to get together for real." I smile. Denise nods. 

Our little conversation is interrupted by the screaming we hear outside. Eliza gets up from her spot but Grace is already on her way to make sure she lays back down and gets some rest. "I'll check on them." I tell Denise before she walks out with the little baby still on her arm. She nods thankfully and I make my way to the back door. 

"You can't take Eliza away from me she's all I've got." I hear Niall scream. His voice cracks a little, indicating me he's not only angry but also at the point of crying. "You've got that whore of a girlfriend now, right?" Greg screams back. Oh no he didn't. Now he made me angry, and Niall is probably at the point of ripping his head off. I run outside to prevent any violent actions from happening. 

I see Niall raising his fist in anger and I immediately make my way to stand in between the two brothers. "Niall stop." I tell him, my voice soft. He shakes his head no. "He deserves it, Luna." He spits. I put my hand on his shoulder and make sure to look him in the eyes. "No, Niall. You'll only make it worse." I tell him. "Greg may be a total arse but violence is not going to solve this." Niall chuckles at my words and the anger disappears from his eyes. I wrap my hands around his still raised fist and lower it. When I'm sure Niall won't be doing anything to hurt his brother anymore, I nod at him and walk back inside. 

"What happened?" Denise asks me. "Well, I saved your husband from getting his head ripped off. Though I think he deserved a little slap in the face for calling me a whore." I tell her. I expect Denise to be offended by my words but she just smiles. "He doesn't like you because you like Niall. It's nothing personal." She tells me. I nod and walk to the couch to check on Eliza. 

"What's going on with Ni?" She asks me, whispering because her throat hurts. "Nothing honey." I tell her. "Who are those people?" She asks me. She doesn't remember, she was probably too young anyway. "The man is your brother, his name is Greg. That woman over there is married to Greg, so she's your sister-in-law. And that little baby over there, is your nephew. His name is Theo." I tell her. He eyes grow big as soon as I've started about Theo. "Am I an aunty?" She asks me. "You are." I smile at her.

She jumps up from the couch, but stops, realizing that wasn't the best idea and starts crying. "My head hurts." She cries out. I pick her up and sit her down on my lap as I take a seat next to Denise. "It's alright, love. You just got up a little too fast. It'll go away soon." I tell her, hugging her as her cries slowly stop. "Okay." She mutters. She leans her head back on my chest as she looks at Theo, her newly discovered nephew. 

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