GAME OVER ━━ Lip Gallagher

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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Game Over
chapter thirty two

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"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO FOR THE DAY?" Alan asked as he pulled his jeans up his legs. She sighed. There was only two weeks of school left. Two weeks of blissful moments of peace and quiet (well, if peace and quiet existed in their life). "I think I'm going to help Debs and Ethel with the daycare today." She picked up a shirt and sniffed it. Her nose crinkled at the distinct body odor paired with what appeared to be pizza sauce. Alan grinned. "Let's have a baby." She quickly glanced toward him, brows pinched in confusion. Hadn't they just had this conversation? What about her education? "No," she responded, voice light with a hint of a laugh. "Not yet, anyway."

          She picked up a second shirt and sniffed it like the last. There wasn't much of an odor. She'd probably get in the pool with the kids anyway. "I won't force you into something you're not ready for, but think about it some more, okay?" She shook her head a bit. Why was he all of a sudden wanting a baby? Was it because of the scare? She peeked over at him for a moment before letting out a laugh. "I'll think about it. But you think about money down the line and how it could affect my college career." She tossed the shirt over her shoulder before going on a hunt for a pair of easy to slip on shorts.

         "Yes, ma'am," he agreed, nodding his head curtly in her direction. She grinned at his response. "Is my bathing suit still in the bathroom?" He took a few steps back to peer out their bedroom door. "It should be?" She was fairly excited to be able to hang out at the Gallagher's place. It had been a while since she was actually able to stay. Plus, she loved helping with the daycare. There were a few kids who just grew on her and would rejoice when she entered the room. She passed by Alan on her toes, hurrying toward the bathroom to find her bathing suit. It was a black one piece. It hung from a hanger near the window. "Found it!" she exclaimed, stepping over dirty clothes scattered on the floor and reaching up for it.

     "Do you want me to drop you off there?" She snatched the fabric from the hanger with a triumphant laugh. Her head turned back to the open door as she dropped her new clothes and started to strip off her night clothes. "That would be nice," she replied, tossing her shirt and sleep shorts into the hamper by the door. Off came her underwear next and she began to shimmy the bathing suit up her legs. "Is there any yogurt in the fridge?" she asked. She had yet to eat and knew that a majority of the food at the Gallagher's was being used for the sea of children. She could hear Alan's footsteps heading toward the kitchen and the opening of the fridge. "Key lime pie," he answered, a lilt to his tone. "Perfect!"

     She wiggled the straps over her shoulders and bent down to pull on her shorts. A drawer in the kitchen opened, cutlery clattering before it was pushed closed again. She smiled to herself. "For my girl," he voiced as he walked toward the bathroom. She was putting her head through the shirt hole when he stepped into the bathroom, holding out the open container of light green, whipped yogurt and a small spoon. She sighed in delight toward her partner. "You are an angel. A beautiful, amazing angel." She took the food with a beaming smile and dipped the spoon in. "Wait." Before she could take a bite, Alan placed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I hate that stuff and didn't want to taste it," he laughed.

"Big baby," she teased, gently pinching his cheek between her fingers. He backed away just in time to avoid any more acts, his hand moving to grip her waist. "I'm going to finish getting dressed. Tell me when you're ready to leave, okay?" She nodded her head, patting her hand against his bare chest. He left her to sit in the bathroom and finish her breakfast. After devouring the soft and fluffy treat, she went to brush out her hair. It had gotten too long. It was causing a lot of problems now since the weather was so hot. Even pulling it up wasn't helping since it would only end up giving her a headache. She ran her fingers through the thick locks after the brush drug through, watching the way it pulled away when she was done.