HARD TIMES ━ lip gallagher²

13 | gone

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"GOOD MORNING TO YOU too," Lip grumbled once Amara started to frantically hit him so he would move, and jumped out of bed when he did so she could go puke. Much to her distress, the upstairs bathroom was locked, and she barely made it down the steps to use the first floor one before it all came spewing out of her.

"I'm getting sick of this," she complained, stepping out of the bathroom. Lip and Fiona had arrived in the kitchen during the time she'd been in the bathroom, and her boyfriend approached her with a glass of water. "And no, that wasn't a pun."

Fiona looked better than she had in months, Amara was glad she finally decided she didn't want to take the same path as her father. "Have you thought of names yet?" She asked them, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee.

"Douglas," Amara answered immediately with a wicked grin, Lip just rolled his eyes and opened the fridge. "No. We've only known for a week."

"When's the first, uh, pregnancy person appointment thing again?"

She shot him a look. "The what now?"

"You know," Lip waved his hand. "The, uh... thing where you get ultrasounds."

Fiona was snickering into her cup while Amara raised her brows, but before she had the chance to comment on it, commotion sounded from the living room. "A little help in here!" Debbie shouted, Amara peered around the wall to see her, Carl and Kelly struggling to lug in Frank.

"Put me down!" Frank demanded, sounding like he was in pain. The three of them rushed into the room. "Put me down, no more!"

"What happened?" Fiona questioned, but the room broke out into gasps once Frank pulled up his shorts, revealing his bloodstained leg, and the bone popping out into his thigh. Amara felt her stomach lurch.

"Oh, here we go," she groaned, running back into the bathroom. "Round two!"

"I had an opportunity to invest some of my Ingrid severance money, and I took it," Frank was saying as Amara stepped back into the living room. Lip approached her and snaked a hand around her waist, before Amara shrugged him off. He looked annoyed but let his arm fall back to his side.

"If you're done hiding your stash can I call 911?" Fiona asked, glancing around at them all hopelessly.

"Not until my associates come and we complete our transaction," Frank answered.

"There won't be any transaction to complete if you bleed out on the couch," Amara said, crossing her arms as if that would somehow stop the queasiness in her stomach.

"I gotta go to work," Carl announced, shaking his head, and brushing past Kelly who had been standing next to him. She didn't take her gaze off him, but Debbie's voice drew their attention back.

"Yeah, we should go too."

"I'm giving your associates five minutes," Fiona stated. "Then I'm calling 911."

Amara straightened and walked back into the kitchen. "Come on Lip."

"I don't think we should just-"

She glared at him. "Now."

Lip didn't argue, he just followed her out the door. Pregnancy power was something else.

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"Still don't understand why you did this," Lip said, though he hadn't looked away from the car. Amara was mid pulling her hair up into a ponytail after a sudden hot flash. "I mean, it's decent. Nice model. But we could've used that money to take a loan out on something else."