❝ my family are so fucked up. i love them ❞
hannah gallagher, the middle child.
a spit fire, a smart ass and god damn loyal.
as long as she doesn't turn out like her parents, she doesn't care.
she's just trying not to get herself killed.
❝ fuck the...
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"Lunch!" Fiona's voice echoed through the Gallagher house, "Eat it or miss it, people!"
Her younger siblings scrambled downstairs, Hannah placing Liam into his highchair.
Seeing Sonny leaving the house, Lip asked, "What, more piss food?"
"You know it." Fiona nodded.
"All right!"
"Piss food is the best." Hannah grinned, pinching Liam's cheeks.
"Cup-a-lasagna, anyone?" Lip asked, taking out mugs as all of the plates were stacked in the sink, dirty.
"Right here." Ian nodded.
Fiona sighed, hand on her hip, "Who was on dishes today?"
"Uh, I'll get them after lunch." Ian told her.
The front door opened and Veronica made her way through the house, "Hey, Debs, Han, you ready to go to Target?"
"Yeah, sure." Debbie nodded.
"Yep." Hannah said through a mouthful of lasagne, giving the woman a thumbs up.
"What's that smell?" Veronica asked, entering the kitchen, "It's either vomit or fancy cheese."
Carl shrugged, "It can be both if you want."
Fiona raised an eyebrow, "Target?"
"Debs and Hannah are gonna go help me register for wedding gifts."
"I thought the wedding was off?" Fiona said, confused.
Veronica shook her head, "Back on."
"Kev know?"
"Uh-huh." Veronica nodded, taking a bite of lasagne off of the spoon that was in Lip's hand, as Carl flicked a spoonful of his lasagne at Ian, warning a high five from Hannah.
"Nice shot."
"Mmm, damn," Veronica hummed, "You tell that girl Sonny I will crap on a paper plate for her if it'll get me some of this grub."
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After deciding on a fake wedding to appease her mother, Veronica entered the Gallagher kitchen with a sigh, "Wedding's not gonna work."
"What happened?" Fiona asked.
"Mama wants a real priest." Veronica frowned.
"Sheila said she'd make your wedding dress, if you want." Debbie told her.
