Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 35

With tears in my eyes, I thank the guys. Patrick steps forward, scooping me up in his arms. The other four crowded close, each taking my hand and kissing me. Then they all returned to the house, leaving Patrick and I alone on the porch. Still cradling me in his arms, Patrick walked around the corner of the house to a covered swing that faced the side yard, which held several different fruit trees and a vegetable garden

Patrick sat with me on the swing, pushing it into motion with his long gs. I was content to sit quietly and was happy that Patrick was not the type of guy who wanted the constant conversation to fill the quiet after almost twenty minutes of enjoying the quiet sounds of the breeze rustling the leaves on the fruit trees and the birds singing. urned to look at Patrick. "Thank you for being understanding and not getting mad," I said quietly. Then, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head against his shoulder.

* Love, I would never be mad at you for something you can't control, and don't think for a moment I wouldn't do everything in my power to make sure you had the help you needed. You have been through a lot of traumatic shit, and it's going to take time for you to heal and feel safe again. Patrick carefully wrapped his arms around me, and I tilled my head to kiss him again. "Are you starting to feel better?" He asked, brushing his fingers through my hair.

"I am; sitting outside with you makes me feel much better. Our day started rocky, but do you still want to do something?" I asked hopefully.

What did you have in mind, Mo Chuishle?" I sat up, looking at him curiously.

"What does Mo Chuishle? Mean? Is it Irish? I was always fascinated with foreign languages, and 1 loved learning new words..

term of endearment; the direct translation means my pulse, but when someone says it, they mean

I smiled, giving him another kiss, "So, what was your original plan for us today before my

of letting you pick between the zoo or aquarium. Have you been to

once when I was little. It was a school field trip, and we all had clipboards with questions to answer about the different

fix that then. Neither place should be

to see both when we have the time, but let's go to the aquarium I want to see the fish." I smiled at him,

Patrick stood up and, still in his arms, carried me to the car and buckled me into the passenger

of that made amazing sandwiches, I agreed we would stop there for a fast lunch. Patrick was right; the sandwiches were excellent and enormous. I ordered the smallest size they had and still had enough left over for another meal. Everyone who worked there seemed to know Patrick, treating him with respect and coming up to greet him. When we were back in the car, I asked him about it, and he told me his dad, Michael, was a silent partner in the deli. This piqued my curiosity because I thought they all worked together with Conner as the head of the family. Patrick explained that while yes he and all his dads worked together, they wanted to get away from the illegal businesses and focus on the legal ones. Since Michael had experience with the food industry, and the owner of the deli was a friend of his. Michael

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