Euan hadn't expected Christmas to be so stressful. They did manage to get Ciaran discharged from hospital the morning of Christmas Eve, bringing him home to a chaotic house as Gee and her parents planned to get to work in the kitchen readying all the food that would apparently be an endless production line of amazing things. Euan really didn't get ( 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... )

Euan had always prided himself on his strength to cope with harsh situations, and being in court really wasn't a foreign scenario. But once the case was all over, and the verdict was signed, sealed and delivered, the first thing he did was exit the court house and throw up in the nearest gutter. He hadn't even realised how completely emotionally ( Read more... )

Vee dropped a wrapped up package complete with three different shades of green ribbon on the coffee table in front of Euan and smirked at him. She was more than pleased with herself, not to mention she'd been sitting on this since the wedding. Being a PI had its benefits, and Vee was starting to realise she actually loved her job. It didn't have ( 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... )

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... )

Fuck it. Should have fucking flown.