"get in here!" carl yelled as him and rylee entered the living room. Fiona and V ran in first, looking worried, followed by Ian, Mickey, and Debbie holding Liam.
"what's going on?" fiona asked.
"we got some champagne in this bitch," carl said with a smile, "because i am not going to be a fucking father!"
"what?!" fiona asked, surprised as she had no idea of the whole situation.
"thank god." Ian laughed.
"that's not fucking champagne, that's cheap boxed wine." mickey disappointedly pointed out, but carl ignored him, pouring some into glasses that V had brought into the living room.
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"where did you go?" carl asked rylee with a large grin, after about an hour of drinking and dancing in the living room with him family.
"the bathroom," rylee laughed, "i didn't realize i was this drunk until i walked in there"
"let's go fuck." he giggled after whispering into her ear.
"let's not." she laughed, pushing him away by his chest.
"why not" he asked, his smile fading.
"because we just had a fucking pregnancy scare, you idiot." she said, walking away from him.
he nodded, saying "you're right", even though she was already gone. He went and grabbed a few spliffs from his room, then returned to the living room and lit one up.
"carl!" fiona yelled when she realized what he was doing.
"relax." ian laughed as he lit one of the others, taking a hit and then attempting to hand it to fiona. she tried to be stern, but eventually took it from his hands when he kept quietly laughing.
After a few more moments of mindless conversation and dancing, rylee heard a knock at the door and went to answer it, finding Baxter standing at the front door.
"bax!" she said, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside, shoving a glass of wine into his hand, "have some champagne, i'm not pregnant!"
"oh," he said surprised, taking a sip, "alright congratulations."
Baxter joined the group, not being left out but he wasn't really acknowledged by anybody except rylee. He didn't mind though, after a few drinks. He went into the kitchen to get a glass of water after 4 glasses of wine. Rylee thought he was leaving, so she followed him.
"hey where are you going?" she asked, her drunken smile not fading.
"just having some water." he held up the cup he was drinking out of, for proof as he sat on the counter top.
rylee hopped on the counter next to him, "let me see." she commanded, taking the glass of water from him and taking a few gulps.
"i love you." he said, unable to control his soft giggle, even though he was being serious.
"i love you, too," she smiled, not understanding what he meant, "i'm glad you're back."
"no. i'm in love with you," he explained, "and i came back for you"
"i love carl" she said matter-of-factly.
"i know." he nodded, taking another sip of his wine instead of the water.
"okay." rylee said, still holding onto baxter's cup of water.
"i should go." he said after a few seconds, hopping down from the counter.
"wait, you don't have to go." rylee said quickly.
