Broken

Broken- Chapter seventy nine

I ran into the living room and Sean followed after me. I called all the boys to the room and told them to go to my room.

When they came back, Connor was holding Bryon.

"Connor! He was sleeping!"

"I couldn't help it he's so cute," he pinched his cheeks and Bryon pushed him away which made me laugh but he pouted.

Jacob was just kept flailing his hands in the air, "Are we gonna ignore the fact that there's a baby here?"

Connor gasped like three times, "Oh my gosh! You guys had sex already! You were just pretending to be a virgin cuz you had a baby and you've been hiding him!"

I looked at him with a blank expression, "For two years?"

Jacob hit him behind his head, "No idiot. Clearly she adopted him two years ago and was hiding him," he rolled his eyes, "idiot."

"Okay you are both ridiculously stupid."

I took my baby- I mean Bryon and explained everything to them. Jacob leaned over and covered the baby's ears when I said I killed his mother.

"Don't say things like that," he had a shocked expression on his face and I just rolled my eyes.

"Yeah so I need y'all to babysit him."

Zack looked at me, "Why?"

"Cuz we need to go see Ed."

"Yes yes one thousand times yes! He's just so cute! I LOVE HIM!" Jacob squeezed him into a hug and I laughed.

"Wait, why do you want to keep this baby anyways? That's not even legal. Just put him up for adoption. You can't take care of a baby because there's a ninety percent chance you will both die."

"Hey what's your problem man!" Sean walked up to him and talked in his face. Zack pushed him away and went upstairs.

"You don't need to be here jack ass! We can leave your fucking ass to die!"

"Sean don't yell in front of the baby. So what's his deal?"

Jacob started laughing, "He had to go on missions with Sean while you were away. He's probably scarred!"

Connor and Jacob fist pumped and Zack ran down the stairs, threw a pillow at them and went back up.

I shook my head laughing, "Bye."

•••

"What! Are you for real? We can keep him!" I leaned over the table and hugged Ed. He didn't return it though.

After we told him the story he immediately agreed. Which was weird.

"Wait," I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow at him, "why? What's the catch?"

"No catch. It's just fair. I forced y'all to work here but I always allow y'all to have a normal life...as normal as it could get. There are nannies that work with the agency to take care of your child while you're on missions."

"It's not my kid."

Sean looked at me weirdly but his face went back to his original expression but I knew he didn't really drop it.

Ed looked at us and opened his eyes wide before lookin back at his work, "I'll send a nanny over to your house then."

Sean cut in, "Do we have to keep living with Connor and Jacob. Not that I don't like it but...privacy is non existent. And I would like to live with my family."

He sighed, "I'll see."

"Now for your mission."

He slid two folders towards us. We had to go to a football game at a stadium because some people was preparing to drop cocaine from above, letting it through the air. They were also going to inject the footballers with drugs for whatever reason.

"How do you get all that information?"

He smirked, "We have agents who kill and spies who spy."

I nodded and walked away.

When we entered the car, I felt so much tension it was suffocating. Sean didn't once look at me and his grip on the wheel was tight.

"Is something wrong?"

He exhaled deeply, "Why would you say he wasn't your kid?"

"Um...because he's not."

"Yes he is!"

"Did I push him out of my vagina? I think not."

"He's my kid. And you're my girl," he held my hand and my face turned as red as a cherry on top of a cake, "you're his mom by default."

"I mean...I love him like my own but I'm worried when he gets older he'll be saying things like you're not my mom."

He smiled, "He won't."

"SEAN LOOK OUT!"

He swerved on the road, dodging a car by an inch.

"What the heck dude!"

"Lower your voice."

"No!"

He chuckled and I looked at him, "What's so funny?"

"You're acting like we're married. And it's like all the bad words and shit you choose not to say in front of Bryon, you just let it out. You let it all out."

I smiled on out my hand on his leg, "I have something else to let out."

"Faith! I'm driving," he laughed and I joined in.

I guess we have a family now.