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I left in after the Inter Cert as we called it then. We became grandparents for the 2nd time last August. We live in Rathfarnham, Dublin. It is great to see the names and emails from so many.
Regards to all and to Alan Aston we had great fun during and after college Please let me know if any event is coming up. I would love to attend and meet as many as possible. Just wanted to say hello and thanks to you all. I have one wife! Thank you for the site.
It was a real surprise and pleasure to find it. This 4 month course started straight after the Leaving in July. After this I went to stay with my sister Lorraine in Germany to help with her kids and do some nanny work — I stayed in Germany for 4 months. I was then told about a job opening in Microsoft and even though I wanted to stay in Germany for a bit longer, I came back to Ireland and went for an interview with Microsoft.
Want to know more about me check out my website at http: Really great to see the website up and running and keeping everyone up-to-date. No one knows the time or place. Mom, Ursula Beirne, worked there in the canteen for many years — boiled fruit cake, yummy salad sandwiches, etc. Well, she left when pregnant — my sister Louise is now 16 going on I am doing really well and am very happy.
Lucky to have 3 healthy and happy children: Lauren 13, Max 7 and Alex 5. Fell in love and got married quite young Went and worked for a few years in Nixdorf in Bray. Decided to go back to education.
Went into Dublin and did a full-time business course for a couple of months, then went to FAS in Loughlinstown and did the Desktop Publishing course in the days when that technology was all brand new. Microsoft came in to recruit and I was one of the lucky ones.
Once in that environment, I soon worked my way up the corporate ladder: I had a wonderful career and travelled a lot — all over Europe and also to Seattle , MS headquarters. I learnt a lot and had a ball. When I left I was a senior manager with many reports working on many projects. During this time I had my first child, Lauren, and my mom took care of her so I could go back to work.
Then separated from my husband and finally divorced. Met another wonderful man, Andreas, in MS and we got married last year but not before having 2 children together, Max and Alex. He also worked in MS and is German.
It was a choice between my kids or work and my kids won and I was in a wonderful position that I could retire! We live in Enniskerry, a beautiful part of the country. At the moment we are getting house renovated so we had to move out. We are currently renting an apartment across the road from St. I pass it a million times a day going to and from dropping my kids off and picking up from schools.
Have met with Sandra Dutton a few times but otherwise have not really run into anyone. I have very fond memories of that special school. It was fun and the Brothers and teachers were always very kind and good to us. Hope you all are keeping well and look forward to any class reunions in the future!
Frank was a boy we all loved and knew, With his friendly way and smile it was impossible not to. He never had a bad word to say of anyone. He had a special eagerness for life and love and fun. If someone needed help he would always do the best he could To see that they would be ok. We all loved to have him near, We could trust him and tell him things without fear; For Frank was our Gentle Giant.
With his heart of gold he was always warm and kind with people young and old; And we carry him with us always in our heart, And from that place he will never part. We will always love our Gentle Giant. We have a beautiful daughter, Ebony who is nearly 5 and starting school in August. Two years later moved to Tenerife for a season and worked there. Shotts, which is a maximum security prison, mainly life prisoners.
Been working there for 5 years now. The life of a scientist at a bench did not appeal to me, so I joined Rhone-Poulenc Rorer now Aventis in clinical research, in Paris.
After a few years of clinical trial work in France , I returned to Ireland. I continued to work in the pharmaceutical world, am married 12 years this September and have 3 children, Carolyn 11 , Christian 8 and Alix 3.
I stopped full time work some years ago, but continue to do work on a contract basis. I also teach French part-time. Christopher here, 25 years down the road! I have been working there since then, mostly around atomic physics issues. I was married for 8 years, with 2 children Louis, 8. We have one daughter, Marie-Gabrielle, who will be 1 year old in September. I keep in touch with Eugene Ivory and Tom Bashford on a regular basis, and this summer we managed to get together with Nick Cushnahan, Billy Flynn and Martin Wright, thanks to the information contained in this site.
I was sad to see Dara Shakespeare had passed away. She was a wonderful person, and I have many happy memories of her including our table-tennis matches. I would love to hear from other past pupils. Can we organise a reunion?? I hope all is well. I have fond memories of table-tennis games with you and Bro. When I get back to Ireland, I will complete more training and exams and hope to be finished everything sometime before Christmas. It is hard work but hopefully it will pay off in the end.
Unfortunately, I will miss the reunion but hope to catch up with others when I get home. I am not married nor do I have any children otherwise I would surely not be able to train to be a pilot!!! Hope all is well at the school and look forward to reading more about everyone in my class.
Laurence 30 odd years ago. Visit College web site from time to time — good to see how some of the old names are getting on. All the best for now. It is hard to believe that it is 29 years this year since I left what I can only describe was a great college and I am sure still is. I can remember vividly the joy and despair of viewing the honours board in the lobby..
What a night it would be if we could have a reunion for our 30th year next year. Peacefully at home, following a long illness, surrounded by his loving family.
Deeply missed by his loving wife Siobhan, son Dillon, mother, father, brothers, sisters, father-in-law, mother-in-law, brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, uncles, aunts, nieces, nephews, relatives and friends. I would love to get in contact with some of my former classmates! I left there in November as me and my husband moved to Colorado to work for 2 years, and now we are living in Munich where I am busy raising our 10 month old daughter. Ruth died in a motorbike accident in Mexico on August 27th.
She was 45 and one of the most senior Irishwomen on the international financial scene. In latter years she took on a number of global roles, heading IT teams in its investment banking operations worldwide. Her last job was also one of her favourites, as part of the top management team in HSBC Mexico, where she was its chief technology and services officer.
She was the first woman to reach the upper management tier in the bank in Mexico and she actively encouraged other women to follow in her footsteps. As a student, her defining trait was already evident: Her parties were amazing feats of fun and mass catering on a shoestring budget.
Ruth was short, plump and deeply tanned with sparkling light blue eyes, a beaming smile and a loud earthy laugh. Despite her charm, she was a woman people quickly learned not to underestimate. Apart from formidable technical skills one colleague recalls that in their early careers she was already mapping out complex derivatives while he was still struggling with foreign exchange algorithms she had great managerial clarity and vision.
Her calm decisive leadership stayed with people long after they had moved on to other roles or organisations. Dozens of HSBC colleagues and former colleagues from around the world travelled to Wicklow for her funeral, such was her presence in the bank and in many of their lives. Ruth moved to Mexico in January and it was the start of a love affair. Being a sun-worshipper and lover of light and colour, Mexico was her idea of bliss.
When Freya tells Dash that his brother got a job at the bar, he gets angry and explains to Freya that he is worried because Killian slept with his ex-fiance Elyse. Freya then goes confront Killian about that and the two argue, he tells her their relationship was rocky to begin with but Freya does not believe him.
Freya then tells him that she knows that he has always tried to steal Dash's woman but Killian stresses that Dash has lied. She agrees to help because she wants Penelope to like her.
At the bar she sees Killian and goes after him to ask him to go have dinner in Fair Haven that night because his mother would like him and Dash to get along.
He asks the reason his mother couldn't ask him herself and Freya states that she didn't know how to approach him so she agreed to try, he gets angry and asks if she belive he'd anything for her and she answers that she is only doing that because she is going to be his sister-in-law and she wants her husband and him to get along.
Freya arrives in Fair Heaven and walks in a room where Killian is playing piano. He says he canceled his date to attend the dinner. She says he is really good and ask who wrote the song, because she has heard it somewhere, Killian says it's impossible since he wrote it, she praises him and they have a moment where they almost kiss but she says Killian is probably arriving. He gets up and leaves to get wine leaving Freya alone.
She starts to play the same song Killian was playing when Dash arrives. They kiss and Killian walks in to watch them, he gets upset and leaves. Killian finds Freya and tells her he is leaving because he can't stand seeing her with Dash, that it hurts him too much.
Dash walks in followed by his mother, she is really happy to see both at the same place but Killian says he has to leave. She is dissapointed, and it gets worse when Dash tells he has to leave because the hospital needs him and he leaves Freya and his mother alone.
Freya and Penelope have dinner while they talk about Killian. His mother states he is afraid of being happy and always runs away from love. Freya was really worried about Killian, she thought he was dead, however he was actually in Santo Damingo with a new love interest.
He used his powers to win during gambling games. However, instead of confessing her true intentions of finding him, she holds back, as she realizes that he is married.
She informs Killian that his mother passed away, causing him return to East End. After returning, Killian finds Freya and expresses how sorry he is for how he acting before her wedding. He thanks her, because he believes that she has saved him; by rejecting him, he has finally found who he thinks is his perfect match. Freya lies to him and tells him that her break up with Dash had nothing to do with him; Freya is confused as to why they aren't together, if they are soulmates. In Sex, Lies, and Birthday Cake , Killian confesses that Freya that he is in love with her and they belong together at Freya's birthday party.
He is seen staring at Freya at the party. Freya and Killian are later seen making love. Was this what being happy did to a person? She glanced at her fancy wall clock, a gift from Ruby. It was about an hour before she was due to leave, but she could call it a day. One of the advantages of working for yourself. She flipped her office phone over to the answering service and locked away her open files. She already had an appointment with a security service to get an alarm system on her office.
With all the publicity, she didn't want to be too careful. Being a real private investigator was a bit different from a simple bailbondsperson, but Emma liked it better. Now she was actually helping people, not just catching scumbags who jumped their bail. Falling in love and finding happiness burned away so much of her anger and resentment at the world, anger she hadn't even been aware of.
Smiling to herself, she tapped out a text to Killian. The doctors had cleared both brothers for active duty shortly after they returned from France; they were waiting for orders. Emma was trying not to think about it too much; those orders could very well take them away from her. It was selfish, so selfish of her, and she felt guilty. She didn't want to stand in the way of their duty. Liam had been working so hard to make Captain, to get his own command. If he lost that opportunity because of her, she would never forgive herself.
He finished the message with a cheeky emoji and Emma huffed. She locked up the office and took the stairs down to the garage. She'd been driving into work, since the boys were still at home. The club was a good distance away from her office, but she didn't mind the drive. Driving gave her time to think; she spent a lot of hours thinking, as she drove from one new place to another.
Granted, she didn't have paps following her back then, but she tried to ignore them as best she could. They were back with a vengeance since the events of Paris. Two weeks back, they didn't stop, following them any time they left the house. But the trio made a pact to not let the attention hinder their lives. They were inherently boring, as Liam liked to say; going to their jobs like normal people, spending time with friends.
Sooner or later, they would lose interest and move onto the next national spectacle. It was late afternoon; traffic was light. Emma had developed a soft spot for the Navy Club; the boys were promoted there, they'd held their reception there. It was a place they could go where no one judged them, a place they were unflinchingly welcome.
Someone had found out they were in Paris, sent intrusive paps to make life difficult. But Emma refused to let that cast a pall over this new phase of their lives together.
She nodded at the desk clerk as she passed, flashing her ID. Killian hadn't said what her boys were doing at the club, but she had a guess. They only went there to meet Navy friends or to use the gym facilities. If it were the former, she doubted Killian would have invited her.
It wasn't that Emma didn't like their Navy friends—she did—but it was vital to the health of their relationship that they have friends and interests outside of it. Emma herself was itching for some girl time; Mary Margaret wanted to go dress shopping again. Her friend's wedding was in early spring to give Mary Margaret enough time to qualify and train for the Olympics; Emma was thrilled for them. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was David and Mary Margaret.
Emma made use of the gym facilities herself often enough that she knew the way. The building was over a century old; the gym was the most modern room in the place, not that you'd know it. The doors were wood, ornately carved and heavy. She slipped inside, looking for the Jones brothers. Emma's heels made no sound on the carpet as she weaved through the equipment. She was surprised at how empty the gym was; it appeared that they were alone. She found them in the middle of the exercise mat, bare chested with standard issue Navy shorts hanging low on their hips.
The sight brought her up short, her boys glistening with sweat as they fought. So that was why Killian sounded out of breath. He ducked a punch from his brother, muscles rippling and flexing under his skin. He didn't appear to be hampered in the slightest; his broken leg completely healed. Emma bit her lip as she watched; they were sparring and it was a gloriously masculine sight.
She remembered vividly the day they spent at Terry's fitness center, climbing the rock wall, sparring against each other. If there hadn't been cameras and prying eyes, she might have jumped them both right there. Now she was being treated to her own private show. As she watched, a needy ache built between her thighs, her thighs clenched. Why was this so fucking arousing? Killian felt Emma's gaze on them; he loved the way she blatantly oogled them.
While this hadn't been any sort of plan, he certainly wasn't going to complain. He and Liam had just received word that they would be reporting to the Admiralty first thing Monday morning to receive their assignments. He wasn't sure how he felt about it; he w anted to go back to work, serve his country, but he'd gotten used to spending time with his wife and brother. He didn't want to admit it, but his career paled in comparison to his family.
He took advantage of Killian's distraction and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind Killian's back. Liam landed on the mat with a dull thud, groaning. Liam made a pained sound, but nodded.
However, the moment he was on his feet, he kicked Killian's out from under him, causing his brother to land on his ass. Emma huffed and came rushing over, kicking off her heels before stepping onto the mat. If that part of his anatomy was going to sting, he'd much rather Emma be the cause. She shook her head, but bent to brush her lips over his anyway.
Killian's hand found her lower back, effectively holding her in place. She started to pull away, but he chased her lips, nipping at her and growling low in his throat. Unbidden, her arousal came back with a vengeance, the strong scent of sweat and male filling her nostrils. Emma moaned into his kiss, opening to let his tongue stroke hers. She heard Liam groan and feet shuffling. A moment later the mat dented on either side of her knees, a hard body radiating heat against her back.
A second pair of hands wove into her hair, massaging her scalp. Her breathing hitched, her heart sped up. She shivered and broke her kiss with Killian, eagerly turning her head to find Liam's lips. He was more gentle but no less thorough, exploring every inch of her mouth.
It was one of the ones she bought in Paris, knee length with long sleeves, pretty but professional. Something that was perfect for the office or an evening out. Or if her boys wanted to get handsy with her.
Emma gasped as Killian yanked her panties aside, his fingers grazing her swollen sex. Watching them spar was arousing, she would freely admit. Still, she hadn't expected them to straight up seduce her. The same one he'd zipped that morning before Emma went to work. Squirming on that bench. She made a very unladylike sound, simultaneously wanting more and wanting to contradict him.
What was it about these two that made her want them so much? They had sex almost daily, frequently more than once. The wanting never truly went away, it just simmered under the surface. And had since the night they met. Emma kissed Killian deeply as he fingered her, just shallowly penetrating her.
She slid her knees wider apart to give him better access, a fresh jolt of lust seizing her. Liam drew her hand to his crotch; he was already painfully hard for her. Emma moaned; they had quite a few semi public trysts in Paris. The threat of getting caught was part of the thrill.
Slowly, she nodded her assent, rubbing Liam through the thin shorts. God, just don't stop. Liam cupped her cheek, drawing her mouth back to his. They kissed languidly, his other hand dragging down the zipper. Together, they got the dress over her head, exposing her skin to the cool air. Killian unhooked her bra, mouth on her nipples before it even hit the mat. Liam's right hand skimmed down her belly until he could cup her mound. She was high on the dual stimulation, the wandering touch of her boys.
She loved their hands on her, worshiping her body, playing her like an instrument. They knew every patch of skin, every erogenous zone. She became putty in their very capable hands, able to relax and feel. It was something she'd never gotten from a lover before them. Killian released her nipple with a pop, giving her a heated once over, gaze lingering on her rocking hips. He never got tired of the way she moved, how her body craved theirs.
Emma's eyes fluttered shut, her core throbbing with need. She loved when they shared her, each using her cunt, making her come until she pleaded for mercy. Liam felt her body react, the way her walls contracted around his fingers. Such a naughty girl, his Emma. Liam agreed, biting back a moan. The Navy issued shorts were rough on his throbbing erection; he stripped at the first opportunity.
Task complete, he made his way to the bench press, Emma holding onto the bar so Killian could remove her panties. Her knees were shaking. The walls were covered in mirrors; he could see them across the room. Emma's skin was flushed, her nipples hard and rosy pink, mound bare, thighs slick.
She groaned in response, wriggling her ass against his thick cock. She wished they had some lube, so one of them could fuck her there. Killian shucked his own shorts, sighing in relief.
He sat on the bench, cock in his hand, watching his brother play with Emma, hands on her breasts, mouth hot on her collarbone. She was exquisite, grinding against him, desperate for relief. She obeyed instantly, her middle finger gliding through her slit.
She was slick and swollen, rubbing her clit in small swift circles. The pressure built quickly, so turned on by where they were and how they wanted her. Killian's gaze only made her burn hotter, ever the exhibitionist. Liam whispered filthy things in her ear, holding her steady as she fell apart. She bucked hard against her hand, riding out her orgasm. Killian sat her on the bench and brought her wet fingers to his lips, licking them clean.
He did so love her taste. The bench was narrow and her legs were shaking, but she did as he bid. She was utterly exposed, her ass and cunt on display. She gripped the bar for balance, realizing at the last moment that Killian had chosen his place with care. Had he really fantasized about fucking her here?
Killian wet his lips, cock bobbing proudly against his abdomen. She was fearless, his Emma, fearless and passionate, hungry for him. He needed to have her. Sharing a nod with Liam, Killian moved up behind her, hands sliding over her ass. Emma mewled, back arching to put her at the perfect height.
Get this lovely arse up. Once she was at the right height, he pushed in, slowly, really making her feel it as he stretched her. She was well used to his girth, but it never ceased to feel amazing. He filled her up, taking every last inch.
Liam moved to the other side of the heavy bar, eyes glued to his wife's face as she took his brother's cock. Her eyes were closed, features surprisingly relaxed, lips swollen. Golden hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back, begging to be pulled. He watched her for long time, drinking every low groan, every soft sigh.
Emma stirred from her pleasurable haze, her eyes rising to lock with Liam's. The older Jones stood there unashamed, cock thick and erect, hand lightly stroking. She wet her lips, suddenly hungry for him. He smiled, stepping forward as she opened her mouth. He let her set the pace, her tongue sliding over the swollen belled head, lapping at the beads of precum that leaked out.
They heard Killian curse, his grip on Emma's hips tightening. Emma hummed in agreement, holding the bar tighter for leverage, rocking her body back and forth, taking Liam deeper into her mouth, impaling herself on Killian's cock.
She was burning up, pressure building between her legs. But Killian knew her body too well, and pulled out before she could fall. Liam nodded, leaving Emma bereft as they switched places. Killian knelt down to kiss her hard as Liam took her, swallowing her moan of pleasure.
You're so hot and wet for us. Emma whined, frustrated at losing her high. But Liam felt so good, she could almost forgive them. He chuckled, gathering her hair in his hands.
Hungry enough for two, love? She tasted herself on him, the heady scent of her arousal filling her nose. She was aggressive, taking as much as she could, swallowing when he hit the back of her throat. Killian grunted, fingers tightening on her hair, just the right side of painful. Emma's hot tight cunt felt incredible, he never wanted to leave her. She was so close already, but Liam's deft precise rubbing over her clit was like an electric shock; she climaxed instantly, coming hard and fast.
Liam rode her through it, slowly, holding on to his own high. He wasn't ready yet. Her knees barely held her weight, but she didn't pull away, letting her boys surround her, touch her, ply her with passionate kisses. She curled one hand around each cock, reveling their groans of pleasure. Killian kissed her deeply, gently guiding her to another piece of equipment. He sat in the chair, legs spread wide.
Emma followed suit, Liam holding her steady she sank back onto Killian's cock. She spread her legs until they were resting on top of Killian's thighs leaving her vulnerable and exposed. She caught sight of them on the opposite wall, mewling at the erotic tableau. She bit her lip, hips rolling, needing more of their touch. She lunged forward to kiss him, tongue dueling with his. Liam nodded, bending down to suck on her swollen nub.
Her fingers sank into his hair, anchoring herself to him as she climaxed again, bucking in Killian's lap. Her boys didn't let up, Liam blowing cool air on her sensitive skin, mouth finding her nipple. Emma screamed as she peaked a third time, her entire body trembling. Killian grit his teeth, struggling not to follow her. She gripped him hard, her muscles spasming along his shaft.
He lifted her off before he lost control and into his brother's arms. Liam scooped her up and carried her back to the mat, stretching her out with care. Emma groaned in protest as he tried to let her be; she reached for him, rolling onto her side. He still looked concerned, but did as she bid. She kissed him languidly, pushing him onto his back. It was her turn to worship, tracing the planes of his chest, tongue teasing his nipples.
Liam groaned, his cock twitching. She moved lower, following the trail of pale hair down his belly until she was eye level with his cock. She ran short teasing licks over the length of his shaft, hand sliding down to play with his heavy balls.
But she knew what she could take. He joined them, kneeling down beside Liam, watching she sucked his brother's cock. He didn't have to wait long; she released Liam with a pop and leaned over him take Killian into her mouth. Hot and wet and perfect, she hollowed out her cheeks as she licked and sucked, going back and forth, one cock to the other until she was dripping onto the mat.
Emma quickly found herself stretched out on her side, Killian in front of her, Liam behind, with Liam's cock sliding home. She cried out, one leg up in the air, cock pounding into her. Killian kissed her to muffle her cries, trying to wait his turn. Abruptly, Liam pulled out, nudging her toward Killian. He didn't hesitate, taking her hard and fast, reveling in her hot swollen sheath.
Emma clawed at the mat, at their sweaty bodies, the pleasure so intense. She whined every time they withdrew, desperate to be full, to be fucked.
She lost track of how many times they switched; it was intoxicating, feeling them so wantonly share her hungry sex. She climaxed again, shuddering, dragging Liam with her at last. It was like a dam bursting, his cock pulsing, thick jets of cum coating her walls as she milked him dry. Emma gripped Killian's neck, dragging his lips to hers as Liam pulled out.
She yanked Killian on top of her, spreading her legs wide. He obliged her, sinking in to the hilt, hips pumping hard and deep, her cunt slick and quivering. Some men might be put off from taking their wife's freshly fucked cunt, but Killian loved it. They were perfectly matched, their trio, and he wasn't about to give it up.
She did not think she could climax again, but she was wrong. One last orgasm rocked her, set off by her lover's seed striking her ultra sensitive walls. Killian sagged, his hips going still. He could hear Emma's thudding heart, her harsh panting breaths. He rolled off so she didn't crush her, but that left him at the mercy of the cool air in the room. Goosebumps rose on his skin and he groaned. She stretched out like a cat, her core twinging pleasantly. She liked the feeling of being well ridden and used, always had.
Did you have a fantasy of us here? They shared some sweet kisses, Emma and her boys. Finally, they really did need to leave. They helped Emma rise and dress, then dressed themselves. She waited while they got their gym bags; it occurred to her that she never told them her good news.
It could wait until they got home. Killian reentered the room, shirtless, one of Emma's hair ties between his fingers. He knelt behind her and gently pulled her hair into a bun, lips caressing the skin behind her ear. Damn him for being so sweet. She turned and found his lips, water splashing a bit as they made out. She huffed, giving him a playful shove. Liam returned and got her to turn around so he could massage her shoulders. He rubbed her neck, deep soothing strokes, working out the knots and soreness.
Emma might have fallen asleep; her next thought was that the water was cold. She got out, grabbing a towel and drying herself off. Not bothering to dress, she tossed it in the hamper and padded out into the bedroom. Hoping they didn't expect her to leave their room, Emma crawled into the comfy bed, sighing as the cool cotton touched her skin. As much as she thoroughly enjoyed their honeymoon, she was happy to be home.
Married to the most beautiful woman on earth? Especially when she didn't deserve them. You are gorgeous and smart and incredible and I love you very much. Liam did indeed turn up a few minutes later, trays in hand. They insisted on pampering her and for once, Emma didn't protest. The truth was she really tired. Emma took large bite of pizza; she was starving. Actually double good news, which we could really use right now. They'd only been home for a couple of weeks and he was already tired of the paps outside their home.
His patience with them was limited to begin with, but ever since Paris it was nonexistent. In a way, their orders were a blessing; it would get them out of the house. He was ready to go back to work, even though he cherished this time with his wife. He was a sailor, a member of Her Majesty's armed forces and it was time. We can stop by her office any time and sign it.
Then this will be our house. Both men exclaimed happily, wrapping her up in a tight hug. When should we go? Although knowing Regina, she's probably still in the office. It was very much a bachelor's home, still is in some ways. They'd kept up the pretense of Killian and Emma having separate rooms, but they never slept in them. Gradually their clothing found its way into the master bedroom as well.
As you said, there isn't enough space in here for the three of us. And we can make better use of the room we do have. New furniture and such. This is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in. And I get to share it with you. Let's just get the paperwork signed first. You guys going back to work will complicate things. Killian rubbed her back.
Even if we get an overseas posting, we won't be leaving right away. Speaking of which, I heard from Will this morning. Seems the Sherwood is on her way back home. All along he expected foreign terrorists, but what if it was something else? Something they couldn't fight the same way? And I know you've worked for this, it's your dream. I feel horrible, I've never wanted to keep you from your dreams. But then again…I never expected to love you as much as I do.
We've hardly spent a night apart since I got here. And when we did…". Liam tucked her into his side. He knew exactly how she felt. But you know wanting my own command does not mean I want to be away from you. I guess, I've always assumed that was where my career was headed. I had nothing to keep me here and the Navy has given me so much. It educated me, got both of us out of the council estate. I owe them my service in whatever capacity they deem best.
I want to raise our children, Liam. But the way you talk…it seems like you've forgotten all the grief the Navy has given us about being with Emma. They tried to keep her away from us after the explosion. They are the reason those photographers you so hate constantly harass us.
If they'd honored our wishes, Emma would have never had to go on the bloody telly. No offense, brother, but I think your loyalty is a bit misplaced. Emma slipped her hands into each of theirs. We don't even know what your orders are.
I knew what I was signing up for when I married you. We're happy, we're going to own our home. And…" She smiled hopefully. Emma nodded, squeezing Killian's hand. Regina called in a favor, got me moved up the queue. She seems to think everything's going to work out. I just want it over with. This is the life I want. As Paris reminded her, they had enemies, enemies with connections. Becoming a British citizen would end all that.
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