Joey Lynch. The hotheaded hurler. With messy curls, green eyes and the sexiest grin ever, he gets everyone he wants.

After a horrible housefire, killing both, his mother and father who has done nothing but hurt Joey and the Lynch siblings, the Kavanagh’s took the Lynch kids in. You got a call from Edel Kavanagh about Joey, and your dad drove you over to their massive house. Only to find Joey in the worst state you’ve ever seen him in.

”I see you, Joey Lynch. You can’t hide from me,” You whispered and knelt down beside his bed, pressing a kiss to his cracked and peeling lips.

Joey’s hand moved then, swelling on the swell of your stomach, and you let out a cry of relief.

”That’s it, come back to me, baby.” You coaxed, gently lifting Joey’s head onto your lap.

Instinctively, Joey rested his cheek against your belly button, against the part of your body that separated him from his baby.

”It’s okay, you can’t scare me away.” You whispered, cradling Joey when he shook and trembled.

”You’re mine, remember?” You held him a little closer when Joey’s hands knotted in your hoodie. It wasn’t until Edel left and closed the door, that Joey finally spoke.

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