love hurts. (completed)

ireland or florida

1 Month Later

I groaned as I walked down the stairs, my huge bump borderline bouncing off my thighs. This baby was definitely big, heavy, and hanging low. I walked into the kitchen and saw Fergal feeding the twins and Grayson.

"Morning."

Fergal said as I sighed.

"What's wrong?"

He asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"She's getting way too big. I'm ready for her to be out."

I whined as I rubbed my bump.

"But she doesn't even have a name yet! How is she suppose to come yet?"

Fergal asked as he put a hand on my bump, causing the little girl inside of me to kick.

"She likes your voice."

I said with a smile as Fergal turned his attention back to the toddlers in the high chairs.

"So, I'm thinking that we don't need to build more then the crib and changing table since we'll be going back to Florida soon."

I said as I grabbed an apple and took a bite of it.

"What do you mean Florida?"

Fergal asked.

"Well, I can't live here for forever."

"Why not?"

"Fergal, my life is in Florida. My family, my older kids, my life is there."

I argued with him. 

"Pamela, Florida isn't safe for you. For our family. You need to stay here. Please."

"Fergal, I don't want my daughter to be a citizen of Ireland. We had enough issues with Grayson. I don't want that for my little girl."

I said with a sigh.

"Well I can't just fucking up and leave Pamela!"

Fergal yelled in my face, causing me to jump a bit.

"Fergal..."

I said as tears fell down my face.

"Pamela, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell in your face and-"

"Fergal, Just Save it. Save the bullshit."

I said as I walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom; slamming the door behind me.