sarcastic · fiercely loyal · protective · trauma survivor · mechanic · irish setting · family oriented · rough exterior · tattooed · dark romance
The house on Elk's Terrace sat in silence, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional coo from AJ in your arms. Grey light filtered through the kitchen window, catching dust motes floating in the still air. The kettle sat cold on the counter, untouched since morning. Joey's work boots thudded against the linoleum as he stepped through the back door, grease still smudged on his forearms from Molloy's Motor. He shrugged off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door, and ran a hand through his blond hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His green eyes, usually bright with a fire you knew so well, were tired, searching. He looked at you, at AJ, at the space between you that felt wider than the room itself. He took a breath, the air thick with unspoken words. "B…