Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 60. Lip's Property

"Y/N... I'm tired..."

After getting married, and with the lack of money, they needed to be creative with how they spent their honeymoon. That's why they postponed it. Even still, Lip is quick to notice how happy his husband is—judging by the amount of sex they've been having.

"What?" Y/N leans toward his husband, their naked bodies touching as they lie on the bed. "Too much for you to handle?"

"If I say yes, can we stop?"

Y/N chuckles. "Fine then." He kisses the top of his husband's head. "I guess I'll compensate for the amount of sex later."

"If we're going to have so much, can we at least have some variety?" Lip asks. "And I'm not just talking about switching positions."

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "Want me to wear those leather shorts?"

The blonde smirks. "Only if you can cuff me."

-

Despite still being in their honeymoon phase, life continues. They have six children to take care of, with Lip now handling the house while his husband works at the White Orchid. Since it's a fine dining restaurant, he works from 4 PM to 2 AM. Because of that, he sleeps until noon, helps his husband around the house or works out, and then heads to work.

When he is working, Y/N is in charge of preparing ingredients, cooking simple dishes, and assisting higher-level chefs like the line cooks. Even though he thinks he can do better, he knows he's still young, so he doesn't push his luck.

"Heyo!"

While prepping food, Y/N looks to the side, seeing one of his colleagues—Charlie, a smaller man in his thirties with short brown hair and a stubbly beard.

"How's Mr. Husband?"

"Very good." Y/N answers, smiling, the marriage still fresh on his mind—and everyone can tell.

"I can tell. You look way happier than my wife and I did when we got married." Charlie jokes. "Enjoy the honeymoon phase while it lasts."

"It's weird how Americans keep shit-talking their spouses. Maybe if you treated them with more respect, the divorce rates wouldn't be so high."

Charlie chuckles. "Probably." He walks over to his coworker and leans against the counter beside him. "You've only been here for a month, but you fit right in. Even if you're a weirdo."

"Who are you calling a weirdo?" Y/N replies, dead serious.

Charlie laughs, thinking he's joking. "Anyway, some of the guys want to celebrate your marriage. You wanna join? Since it's—you know—your celebration."

Y/N raises a brow. "I heard from Duncan that some of you throw 'celebrations' just as an excuse to get drunk."

"Hey! You know us so well!" Charlie praises him cheerfully. Y/N still doesn't understand that part of American culture. "C'mon. It'll be fun."

"Fine, but no alcohol." Y/N responds sternly. "If my husband can't have any, I won't either."

"Your loss."

-

After several hours of hard work—whether it's cooking or cleaning—Y/N and a couple of his colleagues head to Charlie's house. People immediately start grabbing beers, while the Russian is the only one who remains sober. With music blasting through the house, it's hard to hear the arguments from the neighbors caused by the noise. But it isn't just the neighbors who are complaining...