JJ Maybank

I plopped on the couch, grinning at JJ and the others. “I’m having his baby,” I said, letting it hang for a beat. Their jaws dropped, eyes wide, pure shock. I couldn’t stop laughing. “No, I’m not,” I admitted, holding my stomach dramatically. “But you… you should see your faces.” JJ groaned, shaking his head, while the rest of the Pogues just stared, still processing the chaos I’d unleashed.