Aria sobbed quietly as she waddled over to her bag. Her hand rubbed her growing belly absentmindedly as she stuffed the last of her stuff in the bag. She was six months pregnant now but she was already huge, there wasn't just one baby growing in her belly, there was two. Twin girls no less. She wiped her eyes as she zipped up the duffel, heaving a sigh as she hitched it over her shoulder. She cast the room a longing glance. She had some amazing memories in this room, it only made her cry harder. She walked out of the room and came face to face with Noah.

"Now lass, why are ye cryin'?" He asked looking slightly amused, she snorted at herself and shook her head.

"I cry at anything now Noah, you know this." She smiled, wiping her eyes again. He took the bag from her, setting it on the floor as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

"I'll be over in a week aye? The boys will take care o' ye, just keep them in line." He chuckled, making her laugh. She nodded as he moved away and then she saw Connor and Murphy walk in.

"Cars loaded up and ready te go." Connor said, wiping a hand over his face. When he saw Aria, he grinned, walking over and kissing her cheek sweetly as his hand came to her belly and he rubbed it.

"Don't tell me ye've been cryin' again?" 'Murphy asked with a boyish laugh as he came over, making her cheeks flush as she pulled a face at him.

"Don't tease the poor lass Murph, she's growin' two fuckin' humans for Christ's sake." Connor chided playfully, making Murphy laugh more. They were set to go to Ireland. Once Connor had his words with Murphy and they found the root cause of his issues, they figured it out. Aria had been more than overjoyed when Murphy returned and apologised profusely, telling her he couldn't wait to raise a baby with her. She was shocked, she thought he had been done with her and wanted nothing to do with her. The boys hadn't once broached the question of who the father was, she was glad they hadn't. They both referred to themselves and each other as the father and she knew the babies were lucky to be as loved as they were. She knew it wasn't conventional, but it would work.

When they told their Da, the old man had surprised them. Before they had a chance to suggest they move back home, the man did it himself. He told them he regretted leaving them, he had missed out on so much and he knew how hard it had been for his wife. He didn't want that life for his sons. He wanted them to go back home and raise their child. He had been over the moon at the news of a grandchild, so much so that he had told the boys after he tied up some loose ends, he would be coming to Ireland with them, and the boys couldn't be happier. Their Da had already arranged it all, their passage on a boat there, farmland with a house for them to live on, with a small cottage right next to it where Noah would live. Things finally seemed like they would settle and they would get to live out the rest of their lives in peace.

Noah said his goodbye to the boys, giving Aria one last hug and a gentle pat to her large belly, and then they were off. It took days to get to Ireland on the boat and the boys had to work to earn their keep there. Aria had stayed hidden away in the small room they were all sharing, the boys were adamant she wasn't to leave without them, they didn't know who the fuck would be on the boat. She was glad when they finally arrived, she had found out sea legs weren't a thing for her and she had lost count of how much she had thrown up. When they got to the farm, she was shocked. It looked so peaceful and serene, nothing like back in Boston or what she was used to.

The door to the farmhouse opened as the boys were getting the bags from the car and Aria looked over, her jaw dropping in shock at who stood there.

"Father Walsh?" She whispered in awe, making the boys smirk to each other. They hadn't told her he was here, that he lived in this area, it was why Noah had picked it, knowing it would make her happy to be close to the man she considered her dad. She ran over, as fast as she could while lugging around two people inside of her and she threw herself at the beaming man. He chuckled as she squeezed him and when she moved away, he looked at her stomach with a grin.

"Would ye look at that?" He laughed, making her blush and grin herself.

"I know, I know, I'm not married, yadda yadda, but please don't be mad." She pleaded as she bit her lip, looking at him almost like a scolded child.

"Mad? Why would I be mad? I'm happy for ye Aria. Besides, it'd be hard to marry two men now wouldn't it? I'm sure we can think o' somethin' though. These two are holy soldiers o' the Lord, I'm sure he'll cut them some slack." He smirked teasingly at her, making her snort a laugh.

The boys came up then, carrying bags like they were donkeys and she almost laughed at them.

"Father Walsh." They grinned in unison, making her smile, she would never get used to them doing that no matter how often they did it.

"Hello boys, I'm glad yer back home. Make sure ye look after her or ye'll have me te deal wit'." He smiled but his words were firm and the boys glanced at each other warily. They were getting the dad talk and they felt uncomfortable, especially with it being a man of the cloth giving it to them, they feared for their soul if they upset the girl.

"We will don't worry." Connor assured with a grin, making the man nod and smile at them.

"Right, I best head home, I'll pop by tomorrow for a proper catch-up Aria, let ye get settled in first." He said softly, hugging her once more. When he left the three of them went inside, the boys unpacking as Aria walked around the place examining everything. It was so cosy here and she loved it, it just made her more excited for the arrival of the babies.

As she made her way upstairs, she found the nursery and her eyes widened a little. The room was painted a baby pink colour and there were two bassinets in there with everything she could possibly need for the babies. She felt speeches. She got emotional once again and sniffled as she wiped her eyes. She jumped when a hand wrapped around her shoulder and she glanced to the right to see Murphy smiling down at her adoringly.

"It's perfect isn't it?" He asked her softly, his eyes scanning the room appreciatively. She nodded as she relaxed into him with a smile.

"It really is." She whispered softly. He cupped her cheek and tilted her head up to him, rubbing his nose affectionately against hers. He leaned in, kissing her deeply and she just melted against him, kissing him back. When he pulled away he smiled down at her, a hand going to her bump and rubbing it sweetly.

Connor came in then and Murphy spun her around so her back was against his chest. Connor walked over with a grin, eyeing the room with a nod, seemingly as pleased as she and Murphy were. He stopped in front of her and captured her lips with his own, Murphy's arms wrapped around her from behind as his hands rubbed her belly. She felt so happy. It was exciting to start this new chapter in their lives. None of them had expected things to end up this way but none of them would change to either, it just felt right. They would raise their babies here and grow old, for once, things would be calm and peaceful, and the boys could definitely live with that.