Meeting The Gallaghers {Carl Gallagher x Reader} #teawards

My Daddy's A Rich Man

"Who is this?" I ask, pointing to the blonde woman, hanging off of Frank,

"Y/N, you've had the pleasure of never meeting my fuck up of a father or my fuck up of a mother, Frank, and Monica." I wave, out of my two months being here, I had never met Frank, I was told stories about him, some fucked up stories,

"Oh, hi." I put up a smile and wave, before sitting at the table and picking up an apple,

"'I don't know who the hell she is, but Moni and I will be down at the Alibi, I'll tell V and Kev and their Russian lover you said hi," Then Frank and Moni walked out the house,

"Hey, with Fi, Kev and V, and Svetlana at the bar, I have nothing to do, anything I can help with around here." I hear rushing down the stairs, Debbie staring at me, rocking Franny back and forth in her arms,

"I need to go look for a job, if you would watch Franny, I'd pay you back as soon as I could," I shake my head,

"I'm rich remember? Look, my dad owns a few restaurants down here, some pay 8.5d/hr, and some 10d/hr, I can call in and get you a job." Debbie rushes to me, and cradles my head, Franny in her other arm,

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. But, where am I going to keep Franny? I need a babysitter, the last one quit on me after threatening to cut my hair and sell it as a wig in Nigerian, google translate, is a blessing." I laugh and grab my wallet from the back pocket of me shorts, I pull out a couple hundred dollar bills,

"Find a cheap babysitter, this should cover a few months, you need that job Deb, don't let this opportunity pass, fair warning, my dad's staff, close as hell, they'll be a little sketchy toward a new person if they give you any problems, call me." I laugh nudging her as I take another bite of my apple,

"Y/N, I can't take your money." I shove it into her front pocket,

"I have a lot more where that came from, a few offshore accounts the cops don't know about, can't freeze those, they were also in my butler and maids name but you know, shit happens. Here, I'll watch Franny, go to this address," I grab a pen and paper of the table and scratch down the address of my dad's fanciest restaurant, "Tell them Y/N sent you and to give you a chance, you won't need an interview, you won't need a resume, they'll get you started right away." I shoved the address in her front pocket to, she grabbed my head again and begin to kiss my hair,

"I love you, I love you, I love you!"

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"Yes, Debs. Okay, Debs, go, go, go, if you're late on your first day, you're going to look bad." I shoo her out the door, bouncing Franny on my hip,

"I haven't been hired yet,"

"Tell them Y/N, sent you and to give you a chance," I repeat for the fifth time, "My dad's a great boss, gave them time off when they needed it, paid for one of the wait staffs kid's heart transplant, my dad's a rich man doesn't mean he has to be a dick, now go it's four, go! Have fun." I wave her out the door, letting her give Franny a quick kiss, and then there were two.

I sat Franny in her crib, "Okay, baby girl, I know nothing about nothing about babysitting kids, but mommy gave me a list of things to do just in case, like what to do if you cried. Your mommy is a good mommy." I kiss Franny's head and stand up, hands on my hips as I looked around the house, Fiona tried but with trying to get the kids to chip in and running Paty's I could expect her to have this house in tip top shape, "Guess I'll do a little Summer cleaning."

I turned on the radio and started to clean, keeping it low enough I would be able to hear if Franny was crying, I started in the kitchen throwing the old and expired foods out, I put in a load of laundry in, I reorganized all the leftover foods, which wasn't much, "They need to go grocery shopping." I pull out my wallet again and

lay a couple fifty dollar bills onto the counter, "No, a few more." I put a couple more down and hid it under a book if Frank or Monica came back, I knew they'd try to steal it. "No, I'll hand this to Fiona personally." I laugh shaking my head as I stuff the fifties back into my wallet. "Okay, I'll clean the table, then we'll clean up this living room, Franny." I poke my head back into the living room to finding her playing with her toys. I finish the kitchen, I take a look and smile, looked completely different even their mail was organized, still no letter from Carl. I start cleaning the living room, taking a break halfway through, leaving cleaning under the couches until after I ate something for lunch, those things hid scary things, very scary things. I sat down on the couch, looking back at Franny to find her softly asleep, I begin to doze off, beer in my hand, I haven't worked in forever, I felt like I just gave my life and soul, a nap wouldn't hurt.

I woke up to the sound of the door being slammed open, "We're getting married!" I jump up, picking up the nearest item, ready to throw it,

"Frank, what the hell?" I huff, as Franny cries in the back,

"New girl, whatever the hell your name is-"

"It's Y/N,"

"Yeah, yeah, Y/N I want you to be there, I want all the kids there, we're getting married!" Monica cheers and they rush back out the door to do god knows what weren't they already married...twice?