Second Oldest ~ Shameless

Hurricane Monica

It was morning at the Gallagher house and Gwen did not sleep well at all. She kept feeling nauseous, her breast are sore, but that's the price of getting pregnant she guessed. When she finally was able to fall asleep though, she was awoken again by the smell of food downstairs. One of the facts on getting pregnant, you're sense of smell gets stronger.

Gwen slowly and carefully moved Pete's arm from around her waist, careful not to wake him up as she exited the room to investigate. When she walked into the hallway, she was met up by Fiona.

"What are you doin up?" They chorused, quietly, making them chuckle a little.

"I smelled something and woke up. What about you?" Gwen asked.

"I heard noises and going to investigate." Fiona answered before they heard clanging downstairs in the kitchen. Fiona went down first, while Gwen grabbed her pepper spray, before following after her sister. However, she put the pepper spray away after hearing a familiar voice says,

"Good morning, sweetheart!"

Mom?

"Mom?" Fiona asked as she stepped down from the staircase and Gwen came down with her.

"Hello, Gwendolyn!" Monica came over and hugged her and she slowly, awkwardly, hugged her back. "Frank told me the good news! I'm so happy for you! Gonna be a grandmother!" She kissed her cheeks, "Here, I made some breakfast! Baby needs to eat!" She dragged Gwen too the counter while Gwen stared at Fiona, mouthing, what the fuck is she doing here?

Fiona shrugged, "We don't have any money." She deadpanned.

"Mimosa?" Frank asked as he started to mix his orange musics with vodka and Gwen stared at him, "What?"

"Do you have to drink that in front of me?" Gwen snapped, "I'm not gonna be able to drink for nine fucking months!"

"Your problem, not mine!" He said smugly as he started drinking his mimosa and the phone rang and Fiona answered.

"Hello? What? When? Okay. Well... well, how much is that gonna cost? I-I have to call you back with an answer. Thank you." She hung up and glanced at Frank, "Grammy died?"

"What?" Gwen said, eyes widen in shock.

"Honey, I am so sorry." Monica hugged Gwen's side, and Gwen flinched in her arms and after Monica pulled away, she tried to hug Fiona but she managed to dodge it.

"She was my mother. I'm the one who's hurting here." Frank said as Gwen started eating some food. You know, despite being a shitty mother, Monica can be a kick-ass cook, she thought.

"Yeah, we'll that was the Cook County Hospital Morgue." Fiona informed, "You need to claim her body or they're gonna cremate her."

Frank shook his head, "I am done running around trying to please that woman."

"I doubt she can spank you in death, Frank." Gwen pointed out as Debbie entered with Liam in her arms.

"Grammy died?"

"Debbie!" Monica smiled widely with her arms wide as she approached the young girl as she took a step back, "Oh, Liam!" She took him from Debbie's arms, "Look at you my little brown bear boy! Oh, look how big you are!"

"How long is she staying?" Debbie asked Fiona and Gwen.

"Only forever and a day!" Monica grinned and Gwen and Fiona glanced at each other with the same doubtful expression. Yeah, right, Gwen thought.