Loving a Gallagher (A Shameless Lip Fanfiction)

Parental Guidance

It had been two months since Brayden had been born and all the events that had happened before he was here. Clarissa was doing great, and was such a great mom though there were times she would get frazzled she stuck it out and never asked any of the family but me for help. I didn't know I could possibly love her more than I already did but seeing her with Brayden was magical, beautiful actually. Through the past couple of months Frank actually kept his distance away from the house. Which was surprising considering anyone who knew Frank knew he never did what he was told especially since he still considered this house his home, though considering all he had done the whole family had backed me up on the decision I had made to keep him away.
"Lip", Clarissa yelled for me in the shower. "Yeah, babe", I said leaning into the bathroom that was filled with steam and the scent of strawberries and cream lingered through the hall. She peeked her head out of the shower curtain, "Can you get my clothes from the bedroom I forgot them" she said as she chuckled making fun of herself. Sure, I said smiling at her beginning to get aroused thinking about her beautiful body that stood behind that curtain. I moved closer, leaning over I peeked inside the curtain and looked her body over "Lip" she gasped blushing at me with her body lathered in soap. Smiling, "go on go get my clothes" she said giggling. "Nu uh, not yet" I said, I want a piece of you I snickered as I took my clothes off and jumped in the shower with Clarissa kissing the back of her neck and rubbed my hands down her arms up to her breast, then wrapping my arms around her waist. Our bodies were soaked in water and suds as she turned around and I ran my lips across hers. *baby crying*
We both looked at one another as the cries of Brayden began to get louder and I quickly jumped out and wrapped my bottom half in a towel. "Hey... Hey now.. Shhhh what's the matter with you boy" I said rubbing his back and peeking into his diaper to see if he needed change.. Nope, that wasn't it. "Are you hungry" I said looking for the bottle of breast milk that Clarissa had made earlier... Hmm I couldn't find it, "Clarissa!" I yelled as she walked into the room drying off her hair. "Yes babe?" She said making baby voices at Brayden playing with his cheeks. "He's hungry babe, and I can't find the bottle from earlier... And since you have the magic milk..." I said smirking at her and laughing under my breath. Give him here, she said in a cute little voice giving him Eskimo kisses the closer she held him in front of her face he just smiled, I think we really lucked out that are first born was such a good baby. He hardly ever cried, he slept through the night almost every night unless he had wasn't feeling good and he took well to breastfeeding so that helps us tremendously money wise. The family was also great with him and helped out whenever needed but Clarissa and I sure were independent we hardly ever asked for anyone's help. I started a journal for Brayden the day he was born its my take on a baby book, but with photos letters from me and his mother and all his aunts and uncles something I want him to be able to read when he got old enough to understand, so he could have the parental guidance I wanted so badly as a child hell even now that I was deprived from.
About a week later I was leaving work about to go pick up Clarissa from work on the other side of town, Fiona had Brayden on one of the rare occasions we were scheduled to work both on nights. Especially since I took on the full time job at the grocery store and she switched to three days a week so she could be home more for Brayden and to work on her home studies when I see Frank. I don't know why I wanted to talk to him.... To share photos, stories just be able to talk to him about his grandson.... But I couldn't... He was still Frank and unless he changes his ways I don't know how any of us can even attempt to build a broken home from scratch with the old bastard. I tried not to draw attention to myself... Cause I didn't want to end up in another brawl with him... But I guess me speed walking tipped me off and he saw me. "Lip" he yelled at me, I paused for a minute then started walking again. "Lip, son" he said again knowing I shouldn't but I did anyways I turned around. I just glared at him across the road pulling a cigarette out from behind my ear. "What Frank?" I said rudely lighting my cigarette. "Can I get a light... and a cigarette" he muttered feeling annoyed that, that was the first thing he said or asked me out of all the things he could ask me.. How am I doing, how's my grandson or hows is the family.. I get asked for a cigarette trying to be civil I gave him a smoke, and a light to go with it and started to walk away. "That's it" Frank said behind me walking in a slow pace as he followed me. "That's all you wanted right?" I said as I kept walking, no other favors or handouts much less questions. He steadily continued to follow me, "well know that you mention it.. I stopped him before he could speak, "you know what Frank, have a nice life".. I said throwing my cigarette towards him and walking away. "What's all that for" Frank asked me still trailing behind me. "Nothing Frank, if you don't know by know you never will". I lit another smoke as I was getting agitated the more he followed. "Phillip Gallagher" he shouted behind me I ignored him. When Frank picked up a empty beer bottle and threw it at me. *crash* the bottle went on the pavement. He's lucky it didn't hit me and it landed beside me, it was still enough to infuriate me but I kept walking. "Son!!!" Frank continued to scream he was somewhat high but mostly drunk or coming off a big bender one because he was being relentless. "Frank, if you know what's good for you. You will just go back to whatever bar you crawled out of" I yelled getting angrier as I walked. "Where are you going this time of night on this part of town?" Whoa... Frank is asking something semi genuine I thought to myself. "I gotta go pick up Risa from work", I shouted. "Should she still be working isn't she about to pop that baby Gallagher out at anytime" he asked being as smartass as ever. Pissing me off that he didn't even know his own grandson was born already it just truly showed how he didn't care about any of us. "Brayden, Brayden is his name, and he's already here" I said turning around giving him the cruelest look I could gather he just stared at me. "If you don't care Frank, don't pretend ya do aight" I said throwing my other cigarette out as I was making my way up to the pizza parlor Risa was working she stood outside by the door in her long black down coat with the gray fur trim I had gotten her not long after the Milcovich brothers had taken her other one and destroyed it. Standing there patiently checking her phone for missed calls or texts from me or Fiona. I guess she was getting worried and was ready to get back home, she didn't like to be to far from Bray then she had to be but neither did I. All the way home I couldn't stop thinking about Frank mostly in the sense of anger and curiosity why pop up now? After all this time, two months later.... Then again this is Frank he does things his way and doesn't care about anyone but his self. As I laid in bed that night with Clarissa curled up next to me and Brayden laying in his crib on the left side of me I tried to figure out how a man could abandon something so amazing as this.... And hell there was six of us I only have one... Maybe one day I'll have answers but I'm not gonna hold my breath I finally closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.