Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 30. She Always Fucks Up

It seemed like an ordinary day. Everyone was at school or work, or in Mickey's case, doing something shady. Y/N, meanwhile, was back home, taking care of his two sons and Franny. As he watched over them, he also took care of the house. With the radio on, he vacuumed the floor, where another layer of cat hair had managed to settle down. All the while, the Russian sang along.

"With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise, I'm addicted to you, Don't you know that you're toxic?"

Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door, followed by a woman yelling behind it.

"Fiona! Lip! Ian! Someone! I'm back!"

Y/N raised an eyebrow and turned off the vacuum. He leaned it against the couch and walked over to the front door. When he opened it, he saw a blonde, older woman who looked a bit frantic.

"Oh. Are you Fiona's new boyfriend?" She asked.

"Ew, no." Y/N replied flatly. He wondered who the woman was, clearly someone who knew the family. "Who are you?"

"I'm Monica. I'm the mother."

"Oh god..." Y/N muttered.

He had heard many stories about Monica, despite her name barely being mentioned at all. He had already dealt with Ian's bipolar disorder and had heard Monica's was far, far worse. Not just that, he was still wary of Frank.

"Did Frank send you?"

"No. I came on my own." Monica quickly said as she invited herself in, brushing past Y/N, who glared at her.

As she walked into the living room, she began to yell. "Kids, I'm home!"

"They're all out." Y/N called after her.

"Oh... I guess I'll wait then." Monica looked around the living room. "Sure is clean in here."

She was about to explore further. "They sure adopted a lot of cats." Before she could know anything further of the animals, she heard crying from the kitchen. With an excited smile, she turned back toward Y/N. "Wait... Am I a grandma?"

Like a little kid in a candy store, she hurried into the kitchen.

"Technically, yeah." Y/N muttered, following her.

Monica entered and immediately spotted two pens — one holding Mikhail and Franny, and the other holding Alyosha, who was crying.

"Oh my god! They're so cute!" Without asking, she scooped up Alyosha, which made Y/N instantly uncomfortable. "Hello! I'm your grandma!"

"How about you give him to me?" Y/N said, trying to retrieve Alyosha, but Monica pulled back, bouncing the baby in her arms as she tried to calm him.

"But I want to get to know him!" Monica protested, returning her attention to making funny faces at the baby.

Y/N grunted quietly, knowing he needed to change his approach to handle what he considered a delusional woman. As he thought it over, he moved toward Franny. Since the other two babies were his, it made sense to sacrifice the little girl as a distraction.

"How about you meet Franny? She's your only granddaughter from Debbie — and she's a single mom." He offered.

"She is!?" Monica's attention immediately snapped to Franny. She handed Alyosha back to Y/N and quickly picked up the little girl.

"Hi, I'm your grandma! Aww! You look just like your mom!"

In the background, Y/N tried his best to calm Alyosha, only to fail miserably as Monica's loudness upset him even more. With an increasingly annoyed expression, the father resisted the strong urge to beat his mother-in-law out of the house.