Divorced, But Not Broken
Divorced, but Not broken Chapter 219

"Kira, watch your brothers!" I was calling her from the kitchen, unboxing silverware that I had never used, frowning. Really, when the f**k was I going to use this fork?

My kids still had trouble holding a spoon, including Kira, that was all over the plate if you didn't stop her.

"I'm busy!" She was yelling back at me, gritting my teeth, knowing what she got those words from, and it was me.

God, I couldn't even get mad about that sighing, getting up again, squatted down, giving up on the box before me.

We had packed up the apartment in two days, and this was the third one, standing inside the house alone when Jonah was gone getting furniture.

"Kira baby, could you please help mommy out?" I was going out into the living room, the same one Jonah asked me to marry him three days ago, making me smile. That still blew my mind!

Kira sitting on the only chair that had made its way over and the boys' playpen swiping with her finger over some kids' app, she was way too deep into caring about Noah and Jamie on her left side.

"I am helping.." she muttered to my sigh. Okay, so I guess she was... I walked the last step, stroking Jamies head, wanting to get up when I couldn't, not when I knew that people could easily miss them carrying heavy furniture

"Jamie baby, please, you can't come up right now..." I was smiling when he started to cry, dragging Noah along. He wasn't upset that I wasn't in the room, unlike his brother.

I was just about to bend over and pick him up hearing the front door open and cursing, a lot of it making Kira drop the tablet; Jonah walking inside, and we peeked outside into the hallway seeing him walking backward and to my surprise, Phil was carrying the other end of the bed they were moving inside the house.

"Da!" she was looking happier, to my surprise, seeing her small face light up seeing Jonah. Wait? Was Kira finally starting to accept Jonah, and all he had to do was beat the s**t out of his cousin? I wished I had known that sooner...

"Andrea, f*****g hope there aren't any kids strolling around right now!?" I frowned, hearing the accusation in Jonah's voice, standing still like he was waiting for someone to attack him, holding onto the bed, every muscle in his arms being tense, he was lucky he was strong that accusing asshole!

"No, Kira is here, and the boys are in the living room..." I made sure to let him know that he was pissing me off, acting like I didn't know how to f*****g handle the kids. I had them way longer than him!

"What is taking so long back there!?" Phil was tired, and so was Jonah since he had made one turn by himself before recruiting Phil to come along

"Shut the f**k up, Phil! now, turn up the stairs, and let's get this s**t done!" Jonah was barking back, and I was happy he couldn't see me since I was smirking at his annoyed way of being a d**k when things didn't go his way. He probably never had moved a bed all his life!

"Fine, let's get this over with... asshole... Oh, pretty, look at you just glowing, aren't you?" Phil was staring when Jonah looked like he was going to kill him for real, this time to an amused smile since Phillip clearly was messing with him again.

"Hi, Phil..." I smiled back. Jonah was getting pissed when he pushed the bed to make sure Phil got it to start moving up the stairs.

"Move, you fucker!" I sighed, looking down at Kira, having big eyes. She was used to me cursing, but not like that, having real power behind the voice like Jonah had when he wanted something. He commanded, didn't ask.

I walked back, taking Kira with me, picking up Jamie no matter what Jonah said, wanting him to calm down and hearing more voices coming inside the house, to my surprise. I thought it would just be me and Jonah moving over stuff and getting things ready when Mary, Pat, Tom, Sophia, and Killian, the middle brother of the Browns, stood inside my living room, carrying more stuff in their arms.

"I am so not doing this..... we can hire people!" The last person to enter the room, not carrying anything, was Joseph, who looked above, even taking a potted plant with manicured hands.

"Andy, look at you! Omg, you are so..." Sophia stopped to my face staring at her blankly. She was going to say huge; I know she was when she had a flushed look, but it wasn't bad. I was pregnant, and this wasn't my first kid, either! "Pretty, as always." Tom grinned at my eyeroll. Yes, of course,

, he would come and save his girlfriend, looking like she regretted ever opening her mouth; that was new for her.

Otherwise, she was spitting in my face like Buck when he was pissed at me.

"Okay, so where is the kitchen?" Mary was pushing herself past the big guys that were her sons. Really, how the f**k did a woman her size have kids that looked like giants?

"Oh, it's this way..." I started walking when Sophia took Jamie; that made a happy squeal and seeing her made me smile. I was glad he didn't forget or didn't care, like Noah, who was more comfortable alone than inside anyone's arms.

"Great place you got here... I still have no idea how he did, but wow..." Killian was looking around when he smiled, hearing his awe. He didn't live around here and was probably the least involved with anything in this family; still, he wasn't stupid, but he wasn't cunning like Tom or commanding like Phil.

"Yeah... You got to f*****g wonder about that..." Joseph was snorting in the corner, sitting on the same chair Kira had occupied, reaching out his hand to Noah, taking it to my surprise again since they all came inside the house we were trying to move into. "Can someone get the sofa so Da can sit down? Pat, follow me..." Mary went into the kitchen without me showing her when Tom was out the door, having Killian tailing him to grab more stuff or furniture.

"You should f*****g help..." I was looking at Joseph, still sitting down, just holding Noah's hand and smirking at my scowl like there was no way he was picking s**t up.

"1 am, look at me, Uncle Joseph to the rescue..." He smirked when Sophia held Jamie and stared at me like she couldn't believe I was pregnant again. Surprise. I was.

"So... dad says hi and... yeah, he misses you... She looked sad when I felt bad hearing that, so bad I couldn't help it. I wished that Buck would move here, and come closer to the kids, maybe now when Sophia had graduated this summer?

"I miss him too, Sophia..." I was smiling miserably at her, torn apart like her dad, wanting to be here with Tom and still wanting to be with her family back home. I got that.

She nodded, scoping up Jamie more, exploring her face with his hands, but she didn't care. She loved him, and that made me feel better; at least something good was coming out of the f*****g mess that had happened between Buck and me.

"Where did Kira go?" I wasn't that worried, more that she was in the way when Joseph was pointing to the opening, seeing Jonah walk inside holding her hand, smiling like he wasn't angry she had walked away from me

"Da! Da-da!" Jamie sounded cheerful again, seeing Jonah to Sophias flinch and my frown. She didn't like Jamie calling him Da, what was he supposed to call Jonah? That was my future husband?!

"Thanks, Sophia, I can take him..." Jonah had let go of Kira, darting over to me and hugging my leg like she hadn't just been gone for five minutes, probably sneaking upstairs

When everyone arrived.

"Oh no, it's fine, he is my brother and..." Sophia didn't get much of a choice when Jamie started to squirm, clearly wanting to leave when he saw Jonah, which caught him almost down Sophia's arms.

"Yeah, well, he is my son, so I win..." Jonah smirked back at Sophia's stunned face; really, she looked like she had lost her words for a few seconds hearing Jonah declare that for anyone that wanted to listen, he wasn't scared of Buck, never was, and certainly not his daughter.

"What!?" Sophia had started to get her bearings back when Tom and Killian were carrying a sofa that I didn't recognize, but at this point, what did I care? It looked better than the one we had in the apartment and would fill the room better, seeing that it was just one part coming inside.

Jamie had his hands on Jonah's face, moving them around. He didn't bat an eye, not until Jamies fingers were, in fact, going for his eyes, still smiling proudly and challenging Sophia, which looked like she was not happy with that answer.

"Daisy, take it easy...." Tom had put down the couch, Mary and Pat were coming back inside, and Joseph was still quiet in the corner, so nothing changed

"You heard me. Jamie is my son, same as Noah, and there is nothing you or that tank of father you have can do about it." I loved how Jonah didn't blow up, even if he had a mocking tone. I mean, it was still him. He couldn't resist acting like a kid sometimes, but then again, he was one, at least when we got together from the beginning.

Sophia wasn't taking it. She was far from the girl who didn't speak her mind when I first saw her, she was turning eighteen in two months and would not let Jonah dictate her, and I knew it.

"If dad and Andy hadn't broken up, you still be walking around fake smiling like the coward you are!" I took a deep breath, waiting for the darkness to start rolling in over Jonah's eyes. He still hadn't said a word since Jamie chose him over her, and I was ready to break it off like Tom when he was already pulling Sophia back by her shoulders.

"I was a coward, yes, but now I am going to marry my girl..." he looked at me when I started to blush. I had no idea if he told anyone that we got engaged for real or not, both of us being distracted by moving

"Oh, my lord! Look at your hand! Andrea, why didn't you tell me!?" Mary was shoving her way to me and taking my hand in hers, staring down at the ring that Jonah had gotten me, not my biggest one, but the one that I was f*****g proudest to wear.

"I thought Jonah told you??" I wasn't sure why I had expected him to talk where he was standing, smirking like always having Jamie in his arms. He was f*****g perfect for me and nobody else.

"No, he didn't! Shame on you, Jonah Sullivan! Acting like you finally didn't make an honest woman out of Andrea!" Mary was happy, holding my hand and squeezing it to my smile, becoming prouder. Yeah, he really did, finally!

"I wanted to wait and tell you all here since we are still using you to move our s**t..." Jonah was smiling, bouncing Jamie laughing from being in the center of attention in his world. He sure was more like Buck than me and was a joyful child who loved people. "Yeah, I can feel that in my legs..." Tom was smirking. He knew. Of course, he did. he was Jonah's best friend, cousin or not, they were together more than he and I was most of the time.

"You sure, Pretty? There is still time left to say no..." Phillip was smirking in the corner, having his arms crossed, and scooted down on half a part of the couch inside the living room we were all standing inside.

"Phillip, shut up!" To my surprise, Killian was the one to speak up, making Jonah lose his scowl. He hated when Phillip was giving him s**t; he did that a lot.

"You're really not going to get back with dad, Andy?" Sophia looked sad, making me feel bad for her standing there and looking lost. I knew that feeling was too well to not make my heart start to bleed for her.

"No... I'm sorry, Soph, I love your dad, but..." I was drifting off, meeting Jonah's eyes over the room. He was hurting hearing me say that I loved Buck, and I knew that too, same as me hurting so bad when he clearly had felt something for Shailene no matter what he told me.

"Jonah is my soulmate..." I smiled more, looking stupid when I saw him smile too, the light in his eyes starting to shine again, shoulders up that had been down when he was getting sad listening to my words.

"f*k yes, I am..." Jonah started to laugh when he was handing over Jamie to Mary when he came over with three steps that had taken me six that tall bastard, kissing me when I started to laugh too; this was a dream that I never wanted to wake up from, staring into the eyes of the guy I loved, it had been a long time coming, but here we were, happy and together.

"What a load of bullshit... soulmates..." I was still having my arms around Jonah, hearing the bitter voice and the end of the room, still having his hand on Noah; that seemed fine with just sitting in the playpen holding hands with the grumpy grinch that didn't believe in Jonah and me, he told me so to our faces!

"Joseph, just because you can't tell your parents.!" I was this close to saying he was gay before anyone wanted to hear when his face changed like he was waiting on me to let him down just because I was going to marry Jonah! I wouldn't!

"I can tell them whatever I f*****g want! Do you get that!? I can tell them I don't want to marry some stupid girl and have a bunch of kids! I just can't f*****g stand being alone when it happens!" I flinched seeing the rage going through Joseph when he had gotten up and let my son hold his hands up like he was sick of seeing Jonah and me happy when he couldn't be, no matter how unfair he acted!

"You better not f*****g yell around my kids!" Jonah was letting me go, ready to drag Josephs sorry a*s out the door, not even realizing that I was the one that screamed, like way more than Joseph ever could go. Kira didn't even care, seriously. She was staring at Joseph like she was waiting on him to continue, s**t. I was a bad mom.

"Hey, hold on, man..." Killian was getting in-between Jonah and Joseph, to everyone's surprise, maybe not Mary; nothing surprised that woman when she looked proudly at her son, taking hold of Joseph still in panic mode and taking him outside to... I don't know... talk?

I was staring at the door closing behind them when Mary made a clap with her hands, taking everyone back to where we were. In the middle of a f*****g move.

"Okay, let's get Joseph some time to cool off, and I will be in the kitchen; Pat can watch the kids when the couch is done, okay?" she was making eye contact with Phillip and Tom, that didn't fight back, she just raised her eyebrows, seriously, how did she do that!? "Yes, let's get some rest, baby, and don't think I don't know you unpacked those boxes I told you to leave..." Jonah was frowning when I smirked back, looking not so innocent.

Yes, I did, and he couldn't stop me. I was pregnant, not dying.

"So, you can punish me for being bad...." smirked even more, feeling him hold me just a little tighter, starting to feel his d**k going up against me. Oh, he was so f*****g easy to tease... "You are so going to get spanked..." Jonah was whispering it, sending down a shiver right to my core hearing when he leaned back and kissed my head before letting me go, fully aware that I was already starting to get hot for him, bastard.

"Mommy, I'm hungry!" Kira was pulling my sweater when I made a small curse, still seeing the smirk on Jonah's face when he started to walk back to the front door to get more of our stuff. I was so going to hold him to that. He and I were so going to f**k later when everyone else had gone home!

"let's get you something to eat then, baby; I'm sure Mary had made something already..." I was taking Sophia along, having Noah in her arms when I was picking up Jamie, not caring if Jonah was going to get pissed for me picking up my child. As I said, I wasn't dying.