Thank you everyone for bearing with me on the delay in writing this. It’s been a difficult few weeks but it was nice to have the energy this last few days to finally finish this off. It’s a long one (lol, remember when this was supposed to just be ‘little fragments’ along a week or so? Not so much anymore 🙈). Anyway, enjoy, and I’d love to hear your thoughts after - remember, comments are love 🤍
Summary: Finally back in Dublin, Cillian can’t help himself but have a word with Aoife about what she said to Mrs M. But when Finn overhears, things escalate.
Warnings: References to cheating/infidelity, childhood experience of divorce and complexities of shared custody arrangements. Fleeting, indirect reference to pregnancy loss. Whole bucket load of angry yelling. Sorry 🙈
xii. Thursday 29 February
He could hear the doorbell tinkling inside the house as he huddled deeper into his coat, clutching the small backpack that Finn had left behind the previous weekend. Fuck, as much as he never ever wanted to live in LA, he had to admit he’d happily take their weather. No freezing your bollocks off or endless horizontal rain in February. A shadowy figure loomed through the frosted glass and finally the door opened, light spilling out over the threshold. He held up the bag.
“Delivery for Child Two.”