After she'd had a night to think about her brother's advice some more, and experienced another night of silence between her and Ethan, Sophie had called Euan first thing in the morning. Maybe she wasn't a qualified psychologist, or psychiatrist, but if she could help Ciaran and if she could pass the requirement for the court order, then she was ( Read more... )

Once Ciaran had gotten wind that he had to have his belly cut open to have his appendix taken out, he had absolutely freaked out to the max. Probably the worst that Gee and Euan had seen him, and it was likely just precipitate from the fact he was already anxious being back in hospital as it was. They only managed to calm him down with a shot of ( Read more... )

After Vee's initial averted freak-out, she managed to get her head together and put on her aunty panties really well. Matt was proud of her for the pure and simple reason that she didn't go out and buy a portable defibrillator and sit there with it poised over the lad's chest. There was no doubt that Ciaran was poorly. Once he was lying down, he ( Read more... )

Despite promising that he had that Thursday off, Matt had gotten a call from Natalie at work at 6am asking if he could come in for a few hours to help with a brainstorm about some evidence that had come to light on one of the cases they were investigating. Because Matt was mostly running this case since the get-go, he just couldn't say no. He ( Read more... )

The hotel lobby was just too much for Euan to deal with. Seriously, one more screaming woman with her tits nearly hanging out trying to accost Neil Morgan, and the middle-aged chicks in ill-fitting jeans trying to catch Ethan's eye was just too much to swallow. Plus, the crowds were starting to freak Ciaran out and when Euan felt his son's nails ( Read more... )

In hindsight, Euan didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore. He really didn't. Everyone who was supposed to be here in Gretna Green was here now, and Gee's parents were the only ones poignantly absent as they waited. Tom and Stuart had arrived a little while before looking freshly fucked and Larson arrived looking awkward and uncomfortable, ( Read more... )

Euan was doing it again. He knew he was. He was doing the Dad thing again, but trying not to let on that he was doing it. They were just passing Penrith, and not far from the England-Scotland border, and he was looking in the rearview mirror with monotonous regularity to make sure his sleeping son was okay. It seemed irrelevant to his Dad mojo that ( Read more... )

Liam really thought he had managed to already hit rock bottom, but apparently not. Apparently everything lead up to this point was like some sort of entree to hitting rock bottom. He thought he had been getting better, making some progress, but maybe he was just going through the motions everyone expected him to. Now, it wasn’t like he tried to ( Read more... )

Euan wasn't about to concede that he had any sort of paternal instinct mojo just yet, but he really wished he had listened to his own gut instinct about letting the kid climb up on top of the drawers to reach the higher parts of his art work because broken bones this soon in had to be paternal failure, right?

Ciaran was standing on top of the new chest of drawers that had appeared in his room yesterday when he was at the doctors with his Dad getting a check up. Each drawer was a different colour, and he loved them, even if there was nothing in them yet. Which made it easier for him to push them over to the wall he was painting on so he could stand on ( Read more... )