as she looked up at her brother. âShe canât give you what youâre looking for. She doesnât know him. And Iâm not going to have you running off to hunt him down. We did this together.â
âI sure as fuck can blame him for not being here now.â
âNope. That blame is on me.â
âBut you didnât tell him because you knew, didnât you? Knew heâd be a useless piece of shit who wouldnât man up. What kind of losers did Aunt Bridget let you date?â
Norah leveraged herself off the step. âReally? Iâm an OâMalley and in case you havenât noticed, we tend to do whatever the hell we want. You guys mightâve shipped me off to Boston but you didnât remove my DNA. Aunt Bridget couldnât control who I dated any more than you can control what I do now.â
âThis is bullshit.â He grabbed his laundry, gave her a dirty look, and stomped up the stairs and into the house.
She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs as much as she could with a baby pressing on all of her vital organs. She wasnât upset. Kevin irritated her, but she wasnât stressed out and torn up like sheâd been her first night at home when she felt like all of her brothers were ganging up on her. She handled it.
Holding on to the rail, she lowered herself back to the step. A few minutes later, Jimmy pulled up. Part of her had been wishing heâd have Moira with him. His girlfriend was someone Norah considered an ally. She was kind of short on those these days.
Jimmy walked up to her and held out a hand to help her up. Instead she flipped her thumb to the spot next to her. He sat, extending his legs out in front of him, the crease in his pants still visible after a day of work.
âI think talking out here would be better. Kevinâs inside doing laundry and I pissed him off again.â
âHeâll get over it.â Jimmy looked at her clothes.
She tugged at the maternity top. âMoira borrowed stuff from her sister-in-law. At least now I donât feel like an overstuffed burrito.â
âYou look good. Happier.â
She wrinkled her nose. âNot happy, but better.â
âWhat do you want to talk about?â
Her hand automatically went to her belly again. Sheâd always thought it weird when pregnant women did that, but now she understood. You couldnât really control it. âIâve done a lot of thinking. And I called Averyââ She stopped with the realization that she let his name slip. But not even Jimmy was good enough to track him down with only a first name.
Another deep breath in and released. Jimmy had stiffened beside her. He was better at covering his anger than Kevin, or any of the OâMalley boys for that matter.
âI think I want to give the baby up for adoption.â
Jimmy ran a hand over his face and then stared out at the street. He said nothing for so long that Norah couldnât predict his response.
âAre you sure?â
âNo.â She almost laughed. âBut I talked with a counselor and discussed my options.â
âYou want to give up your baby?â
Both hands now rested on her bulging torso. âItâs not about what I want or donât want. I have to think about the baby and whatâs best for him or her. Letâs face it. Iâm a mess. Iâm not ready to be a mom, definitely not a single mother. I donât have a job. Crap. I donât even have a mother to teach me how to be a mom.â The last words caught in her throat.
Jimmy reached out and put his hand on top of hers. âSweetheart, I told you, youâre not alone. I meant it.â
âI know you did. But this baby isnât your responsibility any more than I am.â
âYou are mine. Mom wouldâve expected it.â
âItâs not fair to you.â
âLife isnât about fair. Itâs not fair that we have a whole family full of
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