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I wake up to the aroma of eggs and bacon and Lip hovering over me. My eyes flutter open, and Lip kisses my forehead.
"Morning princess." He whispers while brushing the strands of hair on my face.
"Morning." I smile and stretch before getting up. I wasn't really a morning person but waking up to see Lip always brightened up my mood.
He throws me a pair of shorts since I was only wearing one of his graphic tees. "Are you going to help me with daycare today?"
"Of course. No Debbie?" I jump putting on my shorts.
"She's going to the pool today; I promised I'd supervise." He gestures me to go downstairs.
I speed walk down to the kitchen growing hungry by the minute. Fiona starts serving plates and hands me one.
"Listen up Gallaghers and Riveras they're digging the sewer main in a few days and shutting the water off. So we need to do laundry and dishes beforehand." Fiona says.
"I'll do laundry." I volunteer, and she smiles.
"They're digging up the lawn?" Debbie asks.
"Yeah."
"What about Aunt Ginger?" She asks, and Fiona's eyes widen.
"Who's Aunt Ginger?" I take a bite out of my toast.
"Dead aunt that Frank buried in the backyard." Carl says like nothing while taking a bite of his bacon.
"Oh okay." I frown, and Lip quickly finishes his breakfast and walks toward Liam cooing at him.
I grab his fork and start eating his eggs even though I had a plate of my own. I hated to waste any food. I look over to see Lip making funny faces at Liam while changing his diaper. He was such a great brother to all his siblings, it makes me swoon.
Jimmy takes Lip's seat and I could already tell he was still disturbed by his fathers actions the night before. He was quiet and just looked at me awkwardly. Ian walks in and grabs some breakfast and sits across from me as Carl sits beside me. Jimmy starts to stare at Ian and that easily starts to irritate Ian.
"You're not trying to look at my dick are you?" Ian blurts out.
"I'm not. I'm not even trying to think of your dick." Jimmy rambles. "In my dad's mouth." He adds and I purse my lips.
"Good, then don't" Ian walks away from the situation.
"Ian's dick was in your dad's mouth?" Carl questions and I almost cough up my food.
"That's my queue to leave." I start to clean up our plates.
"It's a figure of speech. It's like saying none of your business. Your dick's in my dad's mouth, man." Jimmy tries to cover up the situation and I chuckle from the sink.
