Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 76. The Meaning Of Life

With a new child in the house, Lip and Y/N were offered a couple of weeks off. Mandy, however, still had to work, and today she went to the shop floor alone. Although the fathers' sleeping schedule had changed now that they were sharing a room with Jesse, it still felt fulfilling to raise another child.

As the couple sat on the couch, Lip fed the baby while Y/N sat next to him.

"We got a psychopath. Someone who can't talk. A kid who has the weirdest metabolism and gets in fights constantly. A girl obsessed with social media. Another girl who's way too smart for her age and always doing the weirdest experiments. And then we got a kid with anger issues. Ever wonder what Jesse is going to grow into?"

Lip thought about it. Despite all the children's flaws, he loved them to death.

"My guess? Arsonist."

Y/N snorted. "I was thinking killer."

"You think Mikhail isn't going to kill someone?" Lip joked, though a small part of him hoped that would never happen.

Y/N laughed. "Fine. Let me change my bet." He thought for a moment. "Goth kid."

"Goth?" Lip laughed. "Oh god, I hope not. I think I'd rather settle on arsonist."

"Maybe he gets into the occult." Y/N suggested, smiling along. "Little Jesse and his satanic rituals."

"Please stop." Lip begged while giggling. "Knowing our luck, he'll sacrifice someone for Cthulhu."

As the fathers continued chatting about their new son, upstairs the four boys were hanging out in Mikhail and Maksim's bedroom. While they played video games—or, in Alyosha's case, drew—they talked.

"Where were you even with Jesse?" Mikhail asked as he played on the Switch with his brothers. "Thinking of becoming homeless? Suits you."

Maksim snorted at the insult.

Fred glared at his older brother after giving Maksim a disappointed look. "I'm not stupid. I needed a place to stay where Dad and Pa wouldn't find me."

"And then they did." Mikhail commented. "So who did you go to? Secret girlfrie—wait, never mind."

"Gross, no." Fred dismissed Mikhail's teasing. "Remember Vlad?"

Mikhail looked a bit impressed that Fred remembered him. The last time they had visited him, it was just last year, though that was just by chance. Still, since Y/N sometimes argued with Vlad in front of them, the kids remembered him mostly from that.

"Yeah, I do. Still on drugs?"

"Yep." Fred replied, looking back at the game. "He smells like beer. Oh, and he got really fat."

"Like Maksim?"

Maksim glared at his brother while Alyosha snorted in the background. "Shut up! I'm not fat! I almost lost all the weight!"

"No, you didn't, fatso." Mikhail replied coldly. "You keep eating unhealthy food at school. And how many pounds did you gain? Twenty?"

Maksim frowned and looked back at the screen. "...Just ten."

"Whatever." Mikhail looked back at Fred. "He was doing drugs right in front of you?"

"Yeah. Coke. I saw some weed in his bathroom too."

Mikhail hummed. Soon an idea crossed his mind, and he smirked. "We should visit him."

Fred and Maksim looked at him, while Alyosha glanced up from his drawing.