Forever And Ever.

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Noel holding the baby reminded me of when Eliza was born. I forgot how tiny newborns actually are.
"So g'on whats it's name?" Noel asks the new parents, Violet was on a bed sitting up and Liam was on a chair next to her looking more exhausted than she was, even though she had just spent 20 hours giving birth.

"He is called Louis, Louis Thomas Gallagher" Violet replies, putting emphasis on the fact it was infact a he. 

"I like that" I smile and coo at him "hello little Louis, it's a pleasure to finally meet you". He was happily asleep, ignoring me.

"I think its a bit posh for a Gallagher, but eh, not my kid" Noel comments with a shrug.

Violet scoffs "says the cunt that named their daughter Elizabeth, the poshest name of them all".

"Weren't my idea, was hers" he retorts and points at me. Then he gestures to take the baby. I pass him over and his attitude changes from bitchy to sweet, he was good with babies, although if you didnt know him you wouldnt think it.

"Right" liam exclaims almost as soon as I let go of the baby "come on, Honey, I've been fucking cooped in here like a naughty dog for a day, I need a fucking fag, a big drink and an even fucking bigger line before I go mad, know wha' I mean?". Before I can protest his hand is in mine, dragging me out my seat and out the room to the sound of Noel and Violet's protests.

"I dont think thats appropriate, Li" I reply "violet's just had your child and... we cant just run off like jumped up teenagers. Noel's gonna fucking blow his top later" I scold him when we get into the lift.

"So what the hard bits over, I cant do anything fuckin' else now. So what if the cunt blows his top, thats later, have a fuckin' good time now and worry about that when it happens" he retorts, our hands were still together I didnt care they were because his hand was warm and it was fucking freezing out there being January and all, January 9th to be exact.

"Yeah well, just stop fucking calling me honey or i'll fuck you-".

"You'll fuck me?" He cuts me off before I can finish my sentance.

"no, I'll fuck you up, Gallagher" I chuckle. He was a funny one. The lift beeped to say we were on the ground floor and we walked out into the foyer and through that, hand in hand, where we were met but about seven trillion camera flashes. I should be used to it by now but it was dark out and I wasnt expecting it, my retinas burnt like hell. the paparazzi shouted questions left right and centre.

"LIAM, LIAM, WHATS THE SEX OF THE BABY?".

"WHAT WAS THE BIRTH LIKE?".

"CONGRATULATIONS, WHATS ITS NAME?".

"JESS, WHERE ARE YOU BOTH GOING?".

"For a drink" I answer forlornly "thats all im answering".

"WITH YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW? ISNT THAT A BIT WEIRD?" Another shouts.

"why not? We're family, hes like my actual brother anyway" I reply, so much for the one question rule.

"THAT IS A BIT WEIRD, ARE YOU AND LIAM HAVING AN AFFAIR?".

"What? No my husband is in the hospital" I reply "I needed a breather".

"what the fuck did that bastard say?" Liam asks me.

"Leave it liam" I reply, letting go of his hand and feeling the cold attack it.

"ITS JUST YOU CAME OUT HOLDING HANDS, DONT YOU FIND THAT ODD?".

"She was anxious cunt" Liam lies. "HOW ABOUT YER BACK THE FUCK OFF, YER KNOW SHE AINT WELL. ISNT IT SEXIST TO IMPLY A FEMALE CANT HAVE MALE FRIENDS OR FAMILY THAT THEY DRINK WITH?". He was getting angry now.