Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 75. Lip's Birthday Present

At the early morning of the 29th of March, a somber woman looks around desperately for the right place. With a baby in her arms, she scans the street, searching.

As she walks past the houses, one stands out.

A small but warm-looking place. In front of the house is a massive car, meant for eight people. A large family lives inside it. None of the other houses compare to this one. With a deep breath, she makes her decision.

Walking up to the porch and standing in front of the door, she gives one last look at her baby. As a tear falls onto the sleeping child, she hopes he will be better off with this family.

"Momma is always gonna love you... even if she isn't with you anymore..."

Placing a kiss on the boy's head, she looks at him tearfully. Gently, she sets the newborn down in front of the door, hoping he will grow up somewhere better than with her.

With tears in her eyes, she turns around and walks away, not realizing who she has left him with.

-

March 29th. Lip knows the date too well. It's his birthday. It started out exciting. When he woke up, everyone celebrated his special day. That stopped after one day when Frank and Monica ruined it, leaving him cynical about birthdays.

When he got together with Y/N, his birthday got a whole new meaning. Although he usually gets lots of love, his husband dotes on him even more. Whether it's good food, presents, or sex, Lip can't help but feel excited. However, after a streak of great birthdays, that streak ends today when he wakes up.

As Y/N turns off the alarm, he looks at his husband with a smile. Then he leans in to hug him from behind, placing a kiss on his cheek.

"Happy birthday."

"I wish it wasn't..." Lip responds tiredly.

With a cheeky smirk, Y/N moves his hand further down his husband's body. "C'mon. You only get better with age."

"Stop it..."

"You're complaining like you're already 30." The taller man lets out a soft laugh. "You still got a year left."

"Don't remind me..." Lip complains, looking back at his husband tiredly. This is his final year in his twenties. After this, he's officially considered old. At least he thinks so.

"And then ten years later, you're 40."

"Stop."

"And then another ten years, you're 50."

"C'mon..."

"And as you get older, I still find you handsome." Y/N continues to flirt as he kisses Lip's neck.

"You're lucky you're 26. You don't have to worry about feeling old."

"Yeah, but legally I'm 24." Y/N smugly replies.

Lip continues to forget about his fake identity. "That doesn't count."

"Yes, it does." Y/N chuckles and begins to explore further, moving his hands down to his husband's lower body and eventually removing his boxers. Afterwards, he gets on top of Lip, their faces close to each other.

"But going back to you. You're already a boss, a dad, and older, so I guess I should call you a dilf."

Lip cringes, hating that Y/N keeps teasing him about getting older. "Stop."

"But even so, you love it when I'm in charge." That's when Y/N begins removing his own underwear. Afterwards, he settles on top of Lip, their faces inches apart. "Maybe I should call you my student. Maybe then you'll feel younger."