biological 》ian gallagher

fourteen

"Daddy, are you gonna get up?" Rosie asked Ian, who could hardly keep his eyes open yet. He looked at Rosie, who was sitting up on her knees, ready to climb over him out of bed.

"No." Ian mumbled weakly, closing his eyes again to try and get some sleep. He had hardly slept at all last night. A mix between nightmares and Rosie shuffling in her sleep kept him up.

Rosie looked at him for a moment longer, before climbing over him to leave.

Fiona half expected Ian to stay upstairs, the same way Monica did when she was low. Another part of Fiona could only hope that he was getting up. Since it was reaching nine in the morning, she knew he wouldn't be getting up. Ian usually, if not always, got up way earlier in the morning. Hearing Rosie come down the stairs, she looked over from the breakfast she was making. She saw Debbie, helping Rosie down the stairs.

"Hey, guys." Fiona smiled, momentarily. "Where's Ian?" Fiona dreaded the answer she was going to receive, but didn't expect such a harsh answer, especially from Debbie.

"Pulling a Monica. Seriously, Fiona, he needs help." Debbie looked at her, seriously, as Rosie was too indulged on the man laying on the couch. Fiona sighed, gesturing towards Mickey, who Rosie quickly realized was him.

"Try tellin' him that." Fiona said, as Rosie quickly made her way towards Mickey. Putting her hands on his arm, she shook him awake.

"Mickey!" She exclaimed, happily, as he woke up quickly from the contact. Sitting up immediately, he noticed it was only Rosie and rubbed his eyes.

"Hey." He tried sounding excited, but failed, as he was still too tired. Kicking the blanket off of his legs, he was able to sit on the couch normally.

"Did you spend the night here?" Rosie asked, noticing the blanket. Mickey nodded, standing up, and putting a hand on Rosie's head, gently.

Rosie quickly followed him back into the kitchen. Rosie was always more radiant when Mickey was around. Rosie was definitely a fan of everyone in the house, even Frank, but Mickey was like her best friend. Fiona was one of many to notice this.

Carl slowly made his way down the stairs, as Fiona just got done making breakfast.

"Eat fast, school in ten minutes." Fiona ordered the Debbie and Carl, who both followed orders. As Mickey took a seat, and, of course, Rosie taking one next to him, Fiona looked at Mickey. "You got her today?" She asked him, gesturing to the red headed toddler next to him. He merely nodded, as he started drinking coffee from a cup that had no owner. "Ian's not gettig out of bed. Make sure he doesn't leave, and don't try to force him out of bed." Fiona said, sternly, as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders.

"Okay, alright, I got it, Jesus fuck." Mickey hated being told what to do, like he was stupid and didn't know anything. Of course he wouldn't leave Rosie alone here, and he wouldn't try to force Ian up, or let him leave.

"Lunches are here, grab one before you leave." Fiona held up two brown bag lunches, speaking to the two younger kids that had school. Finally, after kissing both of them on the head, she waved at Rosie.

"Bye, Fiona!" Rosie called to her as Fiona hauled herself to the front door, ready to work another day.

"So are you living here, now?" Carl looked at Mickey, while Debbie tried to finish her breakfast quickly. Before Mickey could even respond with a snide comment, a blonde lady walked in, along with a thicker kid, and Frank under her arm, practically carrying him to the couch. Everyone looked over, even Rosie, who had wide eyes as worried expression came across her face, seeing Frank so weak.

"Hope you guys don't mind if we stay here, a while. Dad is really sick." Sammi said, walking into the kitchen with Chuckie close behind.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna go to school." Carl rolled his eyes, slightly, as he got up to leave as quickly as he could. Debbie followed his movements, but put her and Carl's plates into the sink. Sammi looked at Mickey, who just went back to eating.

"I don't give a fuck, I don't live here." Mickey planned on ignoring her, and her sons existence. It satisfied Sammi enough.

"Yeah, Mickey doesn't give a fuck!" Rosie exclaimed, with a small smile on her face. Mickey grinned.

"That's right." Mickey laughed, glancing over at Rosie, who was happy to make Mickey proud. Sammi shot a confused glance at Rosie, then at Mickey. In Sammi's mind, Mickey was not a good influence.