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abbatoirablaze · 7 months ago

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Shameless, Chapter 12

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of cheating/implied infidelity, medical situation/baby being born

“Hey, you see Fi, V?”

“She uh, she went out with that guy she was talking about lately.”

“What?”

“Craig something or other…”

“Craig Heisner?” you asked.

“Yeah…that’s the one.”

“Shit…you didn’t try talking her out of it?”

“What? Why not?” V laughed, “she needs to get some action and happiness…”

“Craig’s married, V…”

“And?”

“One of my ex-boyfriends from high school.”

“Oh, shit…” she muttered, making a face as she finally looked at you, “I’m sorry, Fi Fi. She didn’t tell me about that.”

“Yeah…”

“Hey…”

“Hey,” you smiled, looking up at him as you bit your lip, “what are you doing out of class?”

“I could ask the same of you,” he smirked, pushing your back against the row of lockers and pressing his lips to yours. A moan left your lips as he pressed his pelvis into yours, and you felt his erection against your thigh, “he wants to see you, you know…”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, your hand trailing down his stomach to touch him through his jeans, “feels like he’s really anxious for some fun…or maybe just happy about the math class you were in.”

He chuckled, breaking the kiss, “oh yeah, Mr. Harbinger’s lecture on why x and z equals whatever really gets me going.”

“Bet I could get you going more!” you grinned, licking your lips. His brow raised and you nodded towards the bathrooms, “think you could handle it?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” he grinned, lifting you up and wrapping his arms around you. Your lips met his once more and you squealed as he squeezed your ass, “fuck, I’m so hard, Sofia…and I’ve been waiting forever to be all up in you…”

“So, you gonna tell her?”

“Oh, she knows…”

V nearly choked on her drink, “Wait, she knows?”

“Oh yeah…” you frowned. Your phone buzzed and you looked down at it, seeing your sister’s name across the screen, “hey…what’s up?”

“You won’t believe it…but I just found a purse on the L…”

“What?”

“Tell everyone that dinner’s on us tonight…”

“Wait, I’m still stuck on the part where you found a purse on the L.”

“Fiona found a purse on the L?”

“Yeah.”

“That shit is bad karma, Fi…you should figure out who it belongs to instead of blowing the cash…”

“Is that you saying you don’t want a free, good dinner out of it, Fi Fi?” she laughed, “sure that baby has a hankering for something…I’ll even let you pick the place…”

“I’m not saying that, I just-“

“Tell everyone to get ready!” she said quickly, cutting you off, “we’re going out tonight!”

“WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” You couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as your sister shot you a glare, “that was probably the worst sex of my life.”

You shrugged, “look, I tried telling you that it wasn’t worth it when we were in high school, but you didn’t want to hear it. You said that I must have done something to get him to break up with me and that it couldn’t have possibly been his fault…remember?”

“You’ve known about the fucking barnyard sounds he’s made since high school and you didn’t tell me about that shit?” she asked, “come on, Sofia…that was…fucking atrocious. Add in the fact that he doesn’t know what to do with his dick…and the shit in his car…it was gross.”

You shrugged once more, “Look, I tried to tell you…but you didn’t want to hear it, because it’s ‘dreamy, steamy’ Craig Heisner.”

“Oh, bullshit…” she laughed, “that was fucking horrible. Fuckin-oh my god…did you just piss yourself? I know it’s funny but that’s just gross.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked down at your jeans, “oh my god…fuck…Fi…th-that was my water. My water just broke!”

Her eyes went wide too, “What?”

“Shit. Shit. Shit…My water just broke.”

“But the baby…y-you’re not due for another few weeks. What about-“

“We need to go to the hospital!” you said quickly, “Fuck. W-we need to go to the hospital.”

“I’ll call the boys. I-“

“It’s my day with the phone,” you said nervously as you started running towards the door, “I-oh god, Fiona. What are we gonna do?”

“Hospital!” she said quickly, I-I’ll call the Alibi, you call 911.”

“Fuck calling the hospital…I want Tony…” you cried, making your way outside the house to go next door. Your fists were hitting the door before you could stop them. You were terrified, but all you wanted was your husband, despite everything that he’d done since your pregnancy started. You’d been together for far too much for you to get high and mighty when all you wanted was his arms wrapped around you, telling you it would be okay, “TONY. TONY!”

The door opened and you were met with an exhausted looking Tony, “what is it, Sof? I-oh my god! OH MY GOD, IT’S HAPPENING, ISN’T IT? HE’S COMING? HE’S COMING!”

“My water broke!” you admitted through your own sobs, “Tony. I-“

“We’ll figure it out baby,” he promised, scooping you up into his arms, “come on. We’re taking my car.”

“I’m so scared!” you sobbed, clinging to him, “Tony, I’m not ready to be a mom. I-I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this-“

“You’re not alone,” he promised softly as he jogged to the car, “Fiona, open the door!”

Your twin ran to the passenger’s side and opened the door, and he placed you gently inside. You clung to him as he tried to back up, “d-don’t leave me Tony-“

“I’m just getting in the other side,” he promised, “we have to get you to the hospital, Sof…our baby boy is coming!”

You sighed dreamily as you looked at your little boy, your hands stroking his back and down his arms, “he-he’s perfect…”

“You did it, mama bear,” Tony teased as he kissed your temple, “that’s our little boy….our perfect little boy…he’s finally here!”

“He’s so perfect,” you repeated. You gasped when his little fingers wrapped around one of your own. A fresh wave of tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked at your newborn son with wonder. Your eyes met Tony’s and they were filled with tears, “I-I’m sorry about everything, Tony. I-“

“Don’t,” he said sadly, cutting you off, as his own tears streamed down his cheeks. He knelt so that he was beside you, his face near yours. Reaching up, he swiped your tears away, “don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong, Sofia…I-it was my fault. Our separation…I was freaking out and doing too much. And it led to me trying to get too involved instead of just talking to you…I-it was my fault. And I’m sorry…I put you through so much…but you were so strong. You did this on your own, without your meds…you brought our son into this world…”

A choked sob left the back of your throat, and he leaned forward, pressing another kiss to your temple, “we did this…we brought this amazing little life into the world…”

“Come back home!” he pled softly. You looked up at him, the shock obvious in your eyes.

“What?”

“C-come back home!” he begged, “I know I never begged you to last time, and I should have. But I kicked her out for good. Made her take all her stuff. After you threw your wedding ring at me, and I thought it was over, I-I changed. And seeing him in your arms…se-seeing how you came to me first, when you went into labor. Sofia, I know that you still care about me. I know that you still love me…and I love you. That never changed. We can make it work…we can figure it out. But he-he doesn’t need to have his parents at war with each other. I want you to come home. I want to spend every night crawling into bed with you. And only you. I want to raise our son together in our home…”

The tears continued to fall down your cheeks as you looked between your husband and your son. Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. You gasped, “you still have it?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “y-you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, Sofia…just please…come home…”

“I-I don’t know, Tony,” you admitted with a frown, “this-it all-just because I gave birth to our son, that-our problems don’t just disappear…”

“I’m not asking for them to disappear…I just-I want another chance, baby,” he begged, holding the ring out to you, “even if it’s you making me sleep in one of the guest rooms until you trust me again…I just need the chance.”

You sat there, holding your son, and looking down at his sleepy form. Your heart ached as you thought about the possibility of him being raised without both parents. And you thought back to how you were raised with Frank and Monica was a fleeting force of nature in your life.

You didn’t want that for him.

You didn’t want that for your baby boy.

You looked up to Tony once more, your eyes meeting his, “O-only if we can agree, up front, that any time we have an issue, or there’s something that comes up…we-we talk about it.”

“Of course…”

“Then yes…I-we’ll come home.” You agreed, “but there are a lot of conversations we have to have…”

“I know,” he replied. You nodded and he pulled you towards himself, your lips crashing together. He pulled away, and you both were so excited that you were both shaking as he put the ring back on your finger, “I promise, it’ll be better, Sofia…”

“Can we see my siblings?” you asked softly.

He nodded, getting up from his spot to go to the door, where you hadn’t noticed until that moment, but all of your siblings were already crowded around the windows, and no doubt, had seen you and Tony reconciling.

They were all smiles.

He opened the door, and the younger ones piled in, Debbie and Carl all but attacking you with hugs, while Ian tried to pull them off, reminding them that you had a baby in your arms. Fiona was holding Liam, and she gave you a sad smile. Lip was congratulating Tony.

“What’s his name?”

“Can I hold him?” Debbie asked.

“Why’s he sleeping?” Carl asked.

“His name is Anthony…Anthony Phillip Markovich!” you said softly, looking at your younger brother who’d asked about his name.

“Your sister and I talked when we first talked about getting married,” Tony admitted as he clapped Lip on the shoulder, “we agreed to make Ian the ‘maid of honor,’ but we both knew that we wanted you to be the godfather when the little one made his first appearance.”

“Really?” Lip asked, lighting up at the thought, “y-you guys want me to be the godfather?”

You nodded, “Tony wants his older sister to be the godmother, but yeah…we wanted you to be the godfather, Lip…just like we wanted his middle name as your namesake.”

“Cool!” Carl smiled, looking to Lip, “you got a baby named after you…if you and Tony ever pop out another one can you name him after me? I could show him how to throw a throwing star…or use nunchucks!”

“I think it’s awesome!” Ian agreed, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he tried to change the subject from your other younger brother’s question, “he’s a cute one, Fi Fi…”

“Can-Can I hold him?” Lip asked softly.

You nodded, “y-yeah…Tony…can you help me?”

“Yeah!” Tony smiled. He walked over with Lip, and you pressed a soft kiss to your little boy’s cheek before passing him off to Tony, who then passed him off, proudly, to Lip.

“You didn’t invite any of your cop buddies down here?” Fiona asked, “or your family?”

“I was off today,” he admitted, “and honestly, I was so freaked out when I answered the door, the only thing I grabbed was my keys. I left my wallet and phone at home…”

“Well, you grabbed the ring!” Ian pointed out.

“I-It’s been in my pocket every day,” he admitted, “I-uh, I kept it there because I wanted the reminder of how bad I fucked up…how I lost my family.”

“We’re right here!” you said softly, reaching out to grab his hand, “your little family is right here, Tony…”

“He’s so cute!” Debbie grinned, looking at you.

“He’s so tiny!” Carl commented.

Liam reached out, but Fiona took a step back, “gentle hands, buddy…that’s your nephew…”

Liam babbled excitedly, and Tony walked back over to the bed where you were sitting up. You scooted over and he sat down. Wanting to feel closer to him, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into the bed, “we made that, Mr. Markovich…”

“Yes, we did…Mrs. Markovich.”

“Sofia Gallagher?”

You looked up, shocked to see a blonde with a baby strapped to her chest, “it’s Sofia Markovich…but can I help you?”

She gasped, seeing Tony stand up from the car, holding your newborn in the carrier, “y-you have a kid? And you married-“

“Baby, is everything okay?”

“I think so,” you guessed, turning your attention back to the woman, “I-I’m sorry, do I know you from somewhere?”

“Lucy Jo…Lucy Jo Heisner!” she pointed out, pointing to herself, “uh, wow…I did not expect this.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You weren’t the one sleeping with Craig…were you?”

“What now?” Tony asked.

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head as you laughed at the thought, “if you’re looking for a Gallagher that was screwing your husband, it wasn’t me…as you can see, I’ve been a little too preoccupied with my own family to be involved in someone else’s.”

“I can see that…”

“I see you and Craig have been busy as well…”

“Yeah…uh-do you know where your sister is?” she asked, “Fiona? My guess is that it was probably her then. That skank had a crush on him in high school too!”

“Have you checked the house behind you?” you asked. She turned to the house and then back to you.

“You live there?”

“She lives with me!” Tony said quickly as he joined your side, “ironically enough, in the house next door.”

“Right,” she scoffed, “because you’d never leave your little family, would you, Sofia?”

“Look, I would love to stay and do whatever…this is…but I just pushed a baby out of my vagina two days ago…and I’m feeling kind of tired…is there anything else I could do for you, Lucy? Because I don’t care to catch up.”

“I already knocked at the front door, and no one answered!”

“Debbie does daycare in the morning…and knowing what time it is, she’s in the kitchen…back door’s your best bet.”

“Thanks…maybe you’re not so bad after all, Gallagher.”

“Markovich.”

“Yeah…right. Whatever.” She shrugged, making her way to the back of the house.

Tony had a brow raised at you, “you really just throw Fiona under the bus like that?”

“First off, I owe her one for fucking you before we got together…and secondly, she knew that I dated Craig in high school, and never believed me that she shouldn’t go for him…” you reminded him, “and thirdly…I told her she should not hang out with him when her slutty friend Jasmine encouraged to do so. She knew he was married.”

“Noted…” he said through pursed lips as he held your baby up, “do you want to carry baby Markovich into his new home, Mrs. Markovich?”

“I do!” you grinned, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss, and passed your son off to you, “but we should probably get inside before Fiona and Lucy Jo get into whatever fight’s about to happen…I don’t wanna wake up Anthony.”

“Girl’s night in!” you smiled, coming into the house with a bag of chips and a two liter of soda, “woot woot!”

Mandy laughed at you and got up to hug you, “congrats on the baby…Colin said that he’d still be your backup if you and Tony don’t work out.”

You laughed, shaking your head at the teen as you ruffled her hair, “thanks kiddo…but me and Tony are gonna work it out. He’s off tonight and he’s having a poker night with a few guys from the station and baby Anthony…so we can’t get too crazy!”

“SOFIA, YOU MADE IT!”

“Of course I did, kiddo!” you smiled, messing with Debbie’s hair as she hugged you, “and look at you, looking like a sexy Lisa Frank!”

“Who’s Lisa Frank?”

“It’s this cool artsy style thing from when I was younger!”

“You’re saying I look older?”

“Yeah…and way hotter…happy fake birthday Debs!”

She grinned wide, “this is gonna be the best party ever!”

“Oh yeah…”

“DING DONGS!” Carl grinned from the kitchen.

“Carl those are for guests!”

“Good, I brought one with me!” Carl said matter-of-factly. You gently pushed past the little boy that Carl brought with him and into the kitchen.

“Anyone want something to drink? There’s soda. Water. Juice.”

“Grab me a beer?” Lip asked.

“Oh, me too?”

“And me!” Mandy added in.

“I’ll have one.”

“Three oldest can have one. Sorry Holly, but you’re too young, and my husband will kill me if I serve a minor that isn’t practically related to me.”

“You’re related to the birthday girl?”

“That’s my older sister, Sofia!” Debbie smiled proudly, “can I have some Mountain Dew?”

“You got it, kiddo. Carl?” you asked, “Ethel?”

“Same!” Carl replied, “Little Hank?”

“Can I have you?” the kid asked.

“Water, please!” Ethel replied.

“Fight my husband, the cop, and then wait like ten years and we’ll see!” you teased, ruffling the blonde’s hair, “only gonna ask once for drink orders.”

“Simon?” Ian asked.

“Can I have Mountain Dew as well.”

“Holly?”

“Fine…Mountain Dew!” she sighed.

“Great…coming up!”

“You’re a fox!” Little Hank smiled, leaning against the frame, “so…all I gotta do is beat up some cop?”

“Dream on, Little Hank. Sofia is married and has a kid!”

“I could be a stepdad!” he grinned.

“Dream on you little perv,” you laughed, handing him a cup, and then handing the beers to Carl, “these go to Mandy, Ian, and Lip or my foot goes up your ass, capiche?”

“Yeah yeah!”

Chapter 13

#shameless #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #tony markovich #craig heisner #lucy jo heisner #veronica fisher #season 2

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