Your little brother Tadgh thought it would be funny to plant a fake pregnancy test in your foster home where you all live with your boyfriend's family ... Johnny found it.

"You are having a panic attack," You told him calmly. "You need to breathe and you need to listen." "Im keeping you!" he snarled, not listening one bit, as he stalked towards your door. "And that thing inside of ya!" "Where are you going?" you called after him, smothering a laugh with your hand.

"Johnny?" "To buy a bleeding ring," he called over his shoulder. "And maybe hide the knives because I'm not going to have a dick for much longer, baby!" He slammed my bedroom door closed behind him and you flopped back down on the bed, mind reeling.

Less than a minute later, your door flew back open and in he stalked like a man on a mission. Stomping over to where you were still sitting on the bed, Johnny dropped to his knees in front of you and pressed his ear to your stomach. "What are you doing?" you laughed. "Im trying to get a sense of what the fuck I'm dealing with here," he muttered.

"Jesus!" "Oh my god, stop - stop!" you push at his head, unable to contain your laughter. "Im going to wet myself" "Incontinence," Johnny wailed, wrapping his arms around your waist and clinging to my belly."That's a symptom of pregnancy." A comical yodel escaped him. "'Ah shite, babe, I'm so fucking sorry for putting a baby in ya!"

"You put a what in her?" The fear of god spiraled inside of me when my eyes landed on Mrs. Kavanagh standing in my bedroom door.

"Im sorry, Ma. I'm bleeding sorry-" "Im going to cut the willy off you, ya little toe-rag!" Springing to his feet quicker than a cat, Johnny lunged towards the far side of my bed at the same time his mother lunged for him. "How could you do this to me, Jonathan!" his mother wailed. "Don't kill me! I need to be around for my baby, Ma"