Shameless

127| Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good....Eh, Screw It

Carla woke up and quickly put clothes on and started to go downstairs. "Mommy." Mateo said. "Hey,buddy." Carla slid the door open and picked up Mateo. "Want some cereal?" Carla said,Mateo nodded happily.

"Wee!" Carla exclaimed,making Mateo giggle. "How the fuck are you happy in the mornings?" Mickey asked. "I have kids,it's all an act,Mick." Carla said putting Mateo in the chair before grabbing a bowl,a box of cereal and the milk.

"How'd your expedition go?" Ian asked,continuing the conversation him and Mickey were having before Carla came downstairs. "What expedition?" Carl asked,walking down the stairs.

"Ian got his period this morning,sent me out for doughnuts. Got sweet Susan's before they sold out of chocolate cream." Mickey said. "I love Sweet Susan's." Carl said as he handed Carla a cup of coffee.

"Fucking Five-oh favorite." Mickey said,sneaking Mateo a doughnut. "Is it laundry day or something?" Mickey asked. "Day off." Carla replied. "What's on deck?" Liam asked.

"Furniture store. Gonna blow my sweat cop paycheck on a brand new crib." Carl said,taking a doughnut. "Moving out?" Mickey asked. "Moving down. Taking over the basement. None of you fuckers are allowed down there." Carl explained.

Carla grabbed a doughnut as well before setting down Mateo's cereal bowl in front of him. "Good morning,Gallagher youth." Frank said walking inside. "Fuck off,frank." Ian said.

"Walked past the Milkovich house. Guess what I saw in the front yard." Frank said,grabbing a beer. "Absolutely nothing! Not a racist redneck or human turd in sight. Even the tent city's quiet." He said,sitting on top of the washer.

"Terry's drive-by shooting's gonna be the best thing to ever happen to the south side." Frank leaned against the wall. "Anybody have any leads on who shot him?" Ian asked.

"Whoever did deserves a medal." Debbie said,walking downstairs with David and Emma behind him. "Eh,I doubt we're looking. It's not like Chicago PD gonna wasted taxpayer dollars on some piece of shit like Terry Milkovich." Carla said. "No offense,mick."

"None taken." Mickey slightly pushed her head. "Oh,asshole's coming home today." He said. "What,already?" Ian asked. "Shouldn't he be going to rehab?"

Carla made a bowl of cereal for Emma as well and handed it to David for him to give it to Emma. "No such thing as rehab for the poor. They just dig out the bullet,staple you shut,and kick you in the nuts on the way out." Frank said.

"They sending him home with a nurse of something,at least?" Ian asked,turning to face his husband,who took a seat beside Carla. "I don't think so. Sandy's been dealing with the hospital. I was hoping the fucker'd just die." Mickey said.

"Maybe Sandy's husband could help." Debbie joined in. "Royal? No fucking way. That guy's a douchbag." Mickey said. "Hmm. Is that where she's been staying,with Royal?" Debbie asked.

"Fuck should I know? Ask yourself." Mickey side eyed Debbie. "Yeah,I would if she called me back. I've left her,like,30 messages." Debbie said. "That is 29 time too many." Ian said.

"Tell her to grow some ovaries and come talk to me." Debbie said. "Don't get me involved in your dyke drama. Deal with your own mess." Mickey said. "Daddy,what's a dyke?" Emma asked. "Nothing,baby girl,eat your breakfast." David rubbed Emma's head.

"My mess? She's the one who's married...to a dude!" Debbie exclaimed,making Frank laugh. "Should anyone need me...I'll be upstairs." He said,getting off the washer.

"Nobody needs you,Frank." Debbie said as Frank walked upstairs. "Hey,debs,uh,think we could finish up the ambulance today?" Ian asked,standing up.

"Yeah,sure,I'm finally getting my ankle monitor off this morning,but,uh,in a few hours I should have a little bit of time. That work?"  Debbie asked,Ian just gave her a thumbs up. "Can I get a ride to school,Debs?" Liam asked.