Gwen and Pete came downstairs, Evie in Pete's arms as they entered the thicken. There they found Sheila and Debbie and Liam on the counter.
"Debs, what's with the outfit?" Gwen asked, eyeing her sister's attire.
"Stop worrying, I'll be indoors."Debbie said with an attitude, "Heads up, Sheila doesn't have breakfast ready for us so you gotta go buy it yourself."
"Fine by us." Gwen shrugged.
Pete nodded, "Yeah, we can stop at McDonald's. They have hash-browns."
"I'm sorry." Sheila apologized to Debbie then turned to the young family, "Hey, how about you get her an Egg McMuffin or something?"
"Sure." Pete shrugged.
"I gave Carl some money so he could buy some groceries after school." Sheila informed as the young couple made themselves some coffee, Evie still on Pete's hip.
They heard a chime sound coming from the iPad and Sheila checked it, "Ooh, what was that? Oh. Oh, wow. I got poked. I got poked. I got poked back by the American Indian guy that I poked yesterday. What do I do?" Sheila asked them.
"I don't even know what's going on." Gwen stated.
"Sheila found put she's an Indian tribe descendent and is trying to find a guy on the Christian website." Debbie explained shortly.
Gwen and Pete starred at them, still confused, "Ooookkaaayy..." Gwen said awkwardly.
Debbie checked the iPad and read out loud, "'We have a lot in common. I am full-blooded Kickapoo Indian. I love laughter, food, scenic views, and the Lord. Let's talk.'"
"Wow, sounds like you found a guy, Sheila." Pete commented as he passed Evie over to Gwen and went over to the bathroom.
Sheila gasped, "Now what?"
"Uh, ask him if he's DTF." Debbie shrugged and Gwen choked a little on her coffee.
"DTF. What does that mean?" Sheila asked but Debbie grabbed her bag and coat and headed out the front door, so Sheila turned back to her iPad, "All right, I got to ask him if he's DTF."
"No. Don't send that out, Sheila." Gwen tried to stop her.
"Too late."
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Gwen was in her room, playing with Evie, who was in her Baby Chair, playing with her toy keys.
While they played together, with Gwen occasionally playing peekaboo, Carl came in with a dog.
"When did we get a dog?" Gwen asked confused.
"It's not mine. I stole it in hopes for ransom money." Carl explained and Gwen nodded.
"Oh, in that case, you have five seconds to get it out of my room." Gwen warned and Carl took it out of her room and closed the door behind him, "So what's up?"
"Frank took me over to our new sister's place. She looks like a skank version of him. And she also has a kid. Does that make me an uncle?" Carl asked and Gwen thought for a second.
"A half-uncle, yes." Gwen confirmed and Carl kneeled down next to her to smile at Evie.
"Does that also mean he's Evie's cousin?" Carl asked.

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Second Oldest ~ Shameless
FanfictionGwen Gallagher is the second oldest of seven children to Frank and Monica Gallagher. She had helped Fiona raise their siblings since their mother bailed and their father is a raging, narcissistic, alcoholic. (OC x OC) Season 1 = ✅ Season 2 = ✅ Seas...