**So this is the end. I'm said to be saying goodbye to Siobhan, but this feels like I am leaving her in a good place. I hope all of you enjoyed When Angels Cry, Saints Fall as much as I enjoyed writing it. Much love to all of my reviewers and followers! Give yourselves a hand – you deserve it for pushing me to complete this! Much love!**

Chapter 16

The house was quiet when we finally got home. Murphy's face was bandaged and the bruise from his broken nose was darkening. While he was being looked at, I had a full ultrasound done. The doctor assured me that the baby was fine despite the lack of prenatal care and my drinking sessions with Doc. We got lucky, dodging the preverbal bullet.

I didn't mind getting ushered into bed. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

I had the pleasure of waking up to wonderful aromas wafting from the kitchen. I grabbed one of the boys' robes and slip my feet into a warm pair of slippers. It may have been summer, but the mornings were still cool and damp. I was downstairs before anyone noticed me. Connor was setting the table with our new dishes. Papa was at the stove, flipping pancakes.

"A little darker, Da," Murphy said. "She likes the edges crispy."

I had to smile. It was so… domestic. I hated to break the moment, but I needed coffee. I rubbed Connor's back on my way to grab a mug. I should've known he would cause a fuss. He made me sit while his twin got my drink. I took a gulp and nearly spat it back out.

"Where's my coffee?" I demanded. Did I mention that I was not a morning person?

"The doctor said ta lay off the caffeine," Murphy explained. "I got ye tea. Ginger and peach. Tis all the store had. Supposed ta help with yer morning sickness or some shit like that."

Damnit. I wanted to be cranky, but he meant well. I grabbed the sugar bowl and made the liquid more palatable. "Thanks, Murph."

He beamed. He was so proud. He kept hovering over me until Papa smacked him upside the head.

"Give the lass a chance ta eat, boys," he said, placing a huge plate piled high with food in front of me, including a huge stack of the yummiest, fluffiest pancakes I had ever seen. "Go find something useful ta do."

"Laundry needs to be folded," I said with a full mouth. "And the yard needs mowing."

"Ye heard her. Git going," Papa added. While the boys got moving, he poured a cup of glorious coffee and handed it to me. "They mean well, lass, but seems ta me like ye could use this."

I thanked him and took a long drag. It was delicious. "So I take it they told you the news?"

"Connor did. Murph was too busy counting on the calendar. I'm sorry, lass. Seems like we should not have left ye behind."

"What's done is done." I sighed. "Papa, we're never going to know who the father is. I've been with them both since day one and the doctor said proving paternity with twins is a crapshoot."

He reached out and placed his hand over mine. "I will not judge ye, and me boys won't let anyone else either. They'll both be proud das. Just wait and see."

I finished my breakfast, wishing I could call Aileen. I missed her. She would know what to do, but I guess I would have to figure it out on my own. I decided to take a walk into town, hoping the air would clear my head. I ended up in the one place I would always feel most comfortable: a bookstore.

"Good morning! Anything I cin help ye find today?" The girl behind the counter was about my age and cute as a button, all dimples.

"Actually yes. I just found out I'm pregnant and I was hoping you might have something on the subject."

"Oh my goodness! Congratulations!" she squealed, rushing over to hug me. "I'm Angela. I know we have a couple of options for new moms. Let me show you!"

Her enthusiasm was contagious. Talking to someone who shared my love of the written word was a fabulous change. Neither of my boys got into books so getting to debate romance versus chick lit was a pleasure. Before I knew it, we were sitting with cups of tea in hand and I was being offered a job. Angela's parents owned the store and she assured me that I would be a good fit, especially considering my experience in Boston.

"Besides, you'll need health benefits. I'm sure my ma can work something out for ye and yer husband."

Husband? Oh God in Heaven, I hadn't even thought that far. "Um, we're not actually married yet."

She shrugged. "At least he'll be around, I hope."

"Like I could keep them away," I muttered.

"Them?" Her curiosity got the better of her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't pry. Me ma always says my mouth doesn't have a filter."

"Well, if I'm going to work here, you'll find out eventually. I'm in a relationship with two men. Brothers actually. I moved here for them, before we realized that I was pregnant."

"Damn. Ye're a lucky lass."

I was going to agree until I realized she wasn't looking at me. I followed her gaze to the front window where my boys were standing outside, smoking their cigarettes and talking. It was such a familiar feeling, seeing them waiting for me.

"I guess that's them?" Angela asked.

I nodded. "Yeah. Lucky doesn't even begin to cover it."

"They are gorgeous!" She leaned in close. "Are they as good as they look?"

Despite my blush, I knew she and I would be good friends. "Better."

We shared a knowing laugh and I said goodbye, promising to stop in on Monday to fill out paperwork and meet her mother. I greeted my boys with a kiss each, looping into their arms before starting our walk home.

"I don't like the idea of ye working," Connor complained. "Ye shouldn't have ta. We cin take care o' ye."

I stopped and pulled away from Murphy to face his brother. "But what if I want to? I have no friends here and I can only clean the house so many times before I want to scream. I'm pregnant, not fragile. I don't handle being smothered very well. Besides, we can use the money, especially with a little one on the way. Please don't fight me on this, darling." I glanced at Murphy. "You either."

Murphy threw his hands up. "Wasn't going ta, Siobhan." He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach. "Just as long as yer careful."

Connor moved in front of me, nuzzling my cheek. As always, he needed to shave. "I'll try not ta smother ye."

As I was sandwiched between them, my life was complete. "I can't ask for more than that. Now, let's go get me something to eat."

Later that afternoon, after my lunch decided to come back up more violently than necessary, I changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. Before heading outside to soak in the sun, I took my new books out of the shopping bag. All but one I wanted to put on the shelf in the bedroom. I shoved one too many onto the small space, knocking Doc's bible onto the floor.

"Shit."

I reached down for it, lifting it gingerly in case I had damaged it. A small piece of paper peaked out from one page. I pulled on it and a hundred dollar bill came away in my hand. I carried the book over to the bed and sat, paging through the holy pages. There was more money than I wanted to count. This was Doc's life savings… and he gave it to me.

"Connor! Murphy!" I screamed, not caring if I sounded hysterical.

The boys raced into the house, probably anticipating blood or worse. Instead, they found me laughing hysterically holding the stack of cash.

"Lass, did ye rob a bank or something?" Connor asked, clearly confused.

I handed him the bible. "It's from Doc. He gave this to me before I left Boston. He said it would help me. I just assumed it would be more of a spiritual assistance."

"She's going ta be just fine," Connor said, placing one hand on my belly.

"She?" I asked.

"Con and me have a bet going on if we're have a boy or girl," Murphy said, mirroring his brother.

"Well, either way, this baby will be loved," I said before any bickering could start.

Eventually, I convinced them to come outside with me, pulling chairs together in the back yard. The grass was soft underfoot and the sun felt so good on my shoulders. Murphy insisted on making me another cup of tea. I had to admit it wasn't as vile as I originally thought it was. It even tasted kind of good. Connor had a pen and a piece of paper, listing things that we would need to raise a baby. Murphy rubbed my feet as I read out loud from the baby book. Unconventional, yes, but our little family would be fine.

That night, I listened to them snoring and pondered what Angela said. I couldn't marry just one of them and the current laws in Ireland wouldn't make for having two husbands. I needed to figure a way around this.

Monday morning found me waiting in yet another uncomfortable chair. The magistrate's office was a daunting place, especially since I was there alone. At least it was quiet for a Monday morning. Thanks to Agent Smecker's connections, I had all the necessary documentation to prove that I was an Irish citizen down to my birth certificate and passport, even including a VISA that would explain my long life in the US. Now all I had to do was follow through on my plan.

"And why do you want ta change yer name, Ms. O'Grady?" the officer asked me, typing on his computer.

I took a deep breath and went with story I had rehearsed. "My family is dead. I am taking the last name of the man who took me in and raised me. It's my way of saying thank you."

He didn't even bat an eyelash. He printed two forms, had me sign them in my present fake name, and stamped them official. "Well then, congratulations to you both."

I thanked him and made my way over to the photo center where I was presented with a new identification card. I was informed that my new passport would be mailed to the house within thirty days, and if I needed anything to stop back in. I expected much more hassle than that, but I wasn't going to complain.

I caught a taxi and rode into Dublin, grateful I had let Papa know what was going on so that the boys didn't come after me. This was a surprise, after all. I found the store I had researched at the library and made my purchases. I hid them in my purse and returned home. I shouldn't have worried. Both of the boys were still sleeping, the lazy asses. I made a mental note to make sure they went to confession when they woke up. Someone needed to pray for our souls.

I prepped a roast for dinner and got it in the over. Low and slow was always the best for roasts, with carrots and potatoes. Eventually, the boys dragged themselves out of bed, annoyed that I hadn't woken them up sooner. I left them to their own devices while I went to go visit Angela and her mother. True to her word, I was welcomed with open arms. I was set up to shadow Angela in the mornings for the next two weeks. At that point, we would reevaluate how I was working out.

Angela laughed at that. "My ma already made ye a set of keys to the store. Reevaluating ye is just a formality."

I felt like things were falling into place. Even the fact that Connor and Murphy had applied to a butcher shop not far from the bookstore just felt right. Papa wasn't going to work, but three incomes would be enough. Having him home meant that our little bundle of joy would have someone to watch him or her while we worked. It was so similar to Boston, but so much better.

After a hearty dinner, Papa retired to his room to watch some television. The boys grabbed their beers and my iced tea, returning to our chairs in the yard. I watched the fireflies dancing across the yard.

"I got you presents," I said quietly.

Like little kids, that got their attention. I handed them the envelope from that morning, waiting for them to get it. Murphy went to his knees in front of me, burying his head in my lap, his arms wrapped around my waist. Connor just sat there, dumbfounded. I reached for him, his hand fitting perfecting in mine.

"I told you I would never choose between you. I'm yours, today, tomorrow, and for always."

He laid on hand on his brother's shaking back, the other he placed around my neck. He kissed me gently, tears making their way down his cheeks.

"I love ye, Siobhan," he said, his soul bared in his eyes.

A mumbled agreement sounded from Murphy, making me laugh. "You weren't supposed to get all sappy! Besides, that's not all I got you."

I pushed Murphy gently away, just long enough to hand each of them identical boxes. They were opened to astonished gasps. I had guessed right.

"I tried to find manly options," I said as I helped them put their silver Claddagh rings on, left hand with the heart facing inwards. "Now everyone knows that you're both mine."

I was wrapped up in between them, held so tightly. I wasn't going to complain.

"Yer amazing. Ye know that right?" Murphy asked. I just shrugged. "Con, go get it."

"Go get what?"

"Ye'll see." He was grinning ear to ear when his brother came back out.

Connor took my hand and slid something onto my ring finger. "Great minds think alike, m'leannán."

I didn't want to think about what the diamond on my finger cost them, but it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I had ever seen. I grabbed onto both of them and pulled them close, tears now forming in my own eyes.

"Forever?" I whispered.

"Forever," they both agreed.