“That’s all?”
“And that I love you,” I add.
She sighs.
My grip on the phone tightens. “Just give me time to fix this, okay?”
Her steady breathing fills the silence.
“Okay,” she says before the line goes dead.
“You’re back!” Iris throws her arms around my neck and cries.
The moment I texted the family chat saying I was back in Chicago, Iris replied that she was on her way with Declan.
I peel her off me and take a good look at her face. “Are you crying?”
“Yes. I can’t help it.” She wipes at her face with frustration. “It just happens.”
I shoot Declan awhat the fucklook. He only shrugs as if this happens all the time.
Wait a minute…Declan would never brush off Iris’s tears like that without a good reason—
“You’re pregnant.” The words fly out of my mouth.
She nods with a few tears streaming down her face.
“Holy shit. Congratulations!” I pull her back into a hug.
“Since when?” I look over Iris’s head at my brother.
“We found out a week after you left.”
“I wanted to tell you, but you weren’t here.” Iris’s tears soak through my shirt.
“She was very upset about that. Cried for what felt like a day,” Declan mutters.
“This is doing wonders for my ego.”
Iris slaps my chest with a laugh. “I’m emotional.”
“Yeah, an emotional wreck,” I finish for her.
She pushes against my chest, and I release her.
Her nose wrinkles. “You smell like an airplane.”
“Probably because I just landed a few hours ago and haven’t had a chance to shower yet.”
Declan pulls Iris away from me and into his embrace. “How was rehab?”
“Like a party, except no one wants to be there.”
“Sounds like a typical Friday for me.” Declan’s lips twitch.
Iris’s eyes roll.
“Did you get the chip?” Declan asks.