Molly~Six years later

“Mommy, Mommy. Look at this,” Aengus, my six-year-old calls out.

I pop my head out of my office and see him in boxing gloves pairing off with Ryan.

“I’m gonna sock Uncle Ryan in the bloody face,” he says then puts his hands in the proper boxing position.

“That’s great buddy, but next time don’t tell me beforehand,” Ryan laughs.

“Doesn't matter Uncle Ryan. I’m fighting Irish,” he tells him with a smirk. He says it all the time and it always cracks me up.

I watch them spar. Aengus loves fighting, and he’s good at it. He’s very technical and memorizes each move from every famous fighter out there. Good thing his mom owns a boxing gym. I watch his curly red hair bounce as he moves around the ring. I wince when I feel a hard kick inside my stomach and look down, no longer able to see my feet. I place a hand on my huge belly as I’m eight months pregnant with our second boy, and he’s even more active than Aengus was. Got to say, that scares me, Aengus is already a holy Irish terror.

The gym door opens, and Jack walks in. “Uncle Jack look! I’m kicking Uncle Ryan’s arse,” he calls out. He doesn’t have an accent, but he’s picked up some of my Irish words.

Jack laughs as he walks up to the ring. “Of course, you are A,” he says, giving him a fist bump. “Hey, those your new gloves from your Granddad?”

Aengus smiles proudly. “Yeah. They have my name stitched into them.”

About two months ago we all made the trip to Ireland to see my Granddad. We visit a lot, and he even comes here twice a year. He’s head over heels in love with his great-grandson and is excited to have another one.

A few minutes later Quinn comes in. We lock eyes, and a radiant smile comes over his face like it does every time he sees me.

“Daddy! I’m goanna kick both Uncle Jack and Ryan’s arses,” he tells Quinn when he sees him. “I’m going to give them the old one-two.” He does a punch combo and Quinn smiles and talks with the three of them at the ring. He rustles his hair and bumps his fists with his gloves, then stands and watches a few rounds. Ryan is being easy on him but still going through the fighting motions. Quinn stops and talks to Aengus again, giving him some more tips before joining me.

He rests a hand on me and brings me in for a hard kiss. “How is my baby boy doing?” He kneels and kisses my belly. Our son gives a big kick and Quinn’s eyes shoot to mine. “He’s fucking strong,” he says with a grin.

I roll my eyes at yet another curse word. He honestly hasn’t gotten any better with his mouth. He stands and gives me another kiss. “And how are you?”

“Good, almost done,” I smile and he returns it, then we face the ring to watch Aengus.

“He’s going to clean out all our fight clubs one day,” Quinn jokes.

I give him a smack on the chest and say, “Take us home, I’m hungry,” then walk to my office and grab my coat and purse. I see Quinn unlacing Aengus's gloves when I return.

“Ready boyos?” I ask them.

“Yeah, Mommy. Can Uncles Jack and Ryan come over for dinner?” He practically begs. I turn and ask if they want to.

“Sorry A, I got a date,” Ryan smirks.

“And I’m going home to Aunt Ally.” Jack smiles down at him. “Tomorrow count us both in.”

“Okay, shake on it.” He holds his hand out and they do.

“Bye guys.” I wave to them as we exit the gym.

On our way home, Aengus chats non-stop and Quinn answering each question and supplies comments to everything he says. He’s an amazing father, and I can't wait to raise more children with him. I rest my hands on my belly and close my eyes, just enjoying the sounds of their chatter, and it's like a dream come true.