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"WHERE THE FUCK IS my journal?" Amara demanded, stepping down the stairs with Lip trailing behind her after failing to locate the item she was looking for, purse swinging from her forearm.

"Yeah, my work boots are missing too," he said, maneuvering around her.

Debbie's voice rang from the bathroom. "Anything left in the upstairs hallway can now be found in the backyard!"

Lip blinked and Amara narrowed her eyes as she walked into the kitchen. "What? Why?"

"'Cause the hallway is a public space, and all public spaces need to be kept clear of clutter to allow for safety egress in the event of a fire."

"You expect me to be able to straighten back up after I bend down?" She questioned, staring at the redhead. Damn did she miss Fiona.

"Relax," Lip rubbed her arm and made his way to the door. "I'll get it."

"Can you get out of the kitchen Frank?" Debbie snapped, pushing her father away from the sink. Amara just barely dodged him. "Shoo!"

"Love the diaper," Amara commented as he stumbled back into the living room. "Move out of my way before I stab you with a fork."

"Jesus," Debbie huffed and went to the fridge. "I don't remember being such a bitch when I was pregnant."

"That's because you've always been a little shit," Amara shot back. "Of course you wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

"Well, do you have money for me? You're living here full time, you've gotta pitch in."

"Thank you captain obvious, I gathered," she rolled her eyes and approached Lip once he came back into the room. Liam sat down at one of the barstools, his hair poofy like an afro. "Who are you today?"

"Frederick Douglass," he answered.

"Liam, sausage and eggs, grab a plate," Debbie called.

"I don't eat the white man's swine."

"The what?"

"Pork," Amara clarified, tugging Lip's shirt. "Come on, we've got to go. Oh, wait, no, we have to stay or else we might miss Debbie's daily speech."

Debbie scowled at her and Lip sighed, before pulling her forward. "You could at least try to be subtle with the passive aggressiveness," he told her once they were outside, holding the passenger side door open for her. "She thinks you hate her."

"If she weren't such a control freak maybe I wouldn't."

"You didn't have any problems with Fiona," Lip replied, climbing into the driver's side.

"Fiona didn't act queen of the word," she rolled her eyes. "I just want to smack her aside the head with a frying pan. Just once."

"Okay Mar," he turned the car on. "It's only eight am, I think it's time to tone down the violence a little bit."

She glared over at him. "In your dreams."

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"No, that's what I told her," Amara said as she switched the phone onto her other shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, no. I get it. I know. I'll talk to her. Yeah. Okay, sure. Yeah. Bye." She hung up the device with a huff and then glanced out her open door. "Georgia!" She called, and there was no response. She refrained form sighing, and clutched her stomach as she stood up. There was a sudden wave of dizziness that took over, and she had to steady herself with a palm on her desk. It faded after a moment.

"Hey," she stepped up to the desk Georgia was settled in. "Remember what I told you about that article- Holy mother of God."

Georgia rose to her feet, brows furrowing. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

"Fuck," Amara continued to clutch her stomach, eyes squeezing shut in pain. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Are you going into labor?! Should I call an ambulance?"

"I-"

"Boss! Are you okay?" Dorian, another intern asked, approaching her. "Oh, that does not look good."

"No fucking shit!" Amara snapped, gaining more attention from the rest of her co-workers. Many heads poked around their desks to look at her. "Go get my phone."

"Shouldn't we just call the hospital?"

"I don't have the money for an ambulance," Amara winced and sat down in the chair Alyssa had offered her. "Just go get my phone, hurry up!" The office turned chaotic quickly, and when Dorian came back with the device, she knew exactly who to call. "Lip, you need to get down here."

"Why?" His voice clouded with concern. "What's wrong?"

"I'm about to give labor in this damn office is what's wrong! Get down here now."

"Do you think it's real this time?" Lip asked her while he sped to the hospital. Amara groaned and shook her head, trying not to rock in the passenger seat.

"I don't know."

"Did your water break?"

"No," she grunted, holding her stomach tighter. "Fuck!"

"Those are getting pretty close together."

"No fucking shit!" She yelled, and he reeled back, though didn't seem surprised. "Just find a fucking parking spot!"

Lip pulled the car over to the side and climbed out, bolting to the opposite seat to help her out. She pushed open the door just as he reached it, and went to step out. "Can you walk?"

"Of course I can fucking- Jesus Christ!"

"Baby-"

"Find a fucking wheelchair Lip!" She shouted, leaning against the vehicle for support. "I'm not having this thing in the fucking parking lot!"

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It was pain she had never experienced before. It was excruciating. Her stomach felt like it was being turned inside out, and her throat burned with screams, all of the doctors staring at her didn't help, especially when the one person she was looking for wasn't in the room. "Where the fuck is he?!"

"He's just signing some paper work to-" One of the doctors started to explain, but Amara cut her off.

"Well get him in here now!"

"I'm afraid-"

"I said now!"

"Alright, okay, I'll go fetch Mr. Gallagher, I'll be right back."

"Yeah, that's what I thought you fucking goblin."

She groaned loudly again, tears clogging her vision, but she just managed to make out Lip's silhouette before the door, and he stepped in a moment later, rushing to her side. "Hey, how you doing?"

"It fucking hurts." All of the anger in her had faded, the only thing she wanted now was him. Amara reached to grab his hand. "Lip it really hurts."

"I know but-"

She scowled and he cut himself off, despite the stabbing feeling coming from her stomach, she was somewhat gleeful that he shut up. "Is it almost out? Fuck, please say yes."

Lip, still squeezing her hand, moved to peer down where the rest of the doctors were, and much to her shock, fainted onto the floor. His fingers slipped through hers, Amara was momentarily stunned, before another contraction came, and she screamed like a banshee.

"You just had to make it about you, didn't you?!" She demanded.

It seemed like hours before the sound of a baby wailing echoed in the small hospital room. Lip had regained consciousness and spent majority of the time talking to Amara as if a conversation would distract her from the pain she was feeling. He straightened when the doctors pulled the baby out of her, wrapping it up into a tight little blanket. Amara still didn't know the gender, she made Lip promise not to tell her until it was born.

Nurses flooded out, Lip didn't remove his gaze from their child, but Amara weakly lifted her head. "What is it?"

He leaned down to brush his lips gently against her forehead. "It's a boy."

Amara swore. "Goddamnit, now there's two of you. Hey! Someone give me my baby before I shit on the table."

"You already did that."

"I'll shit on you too, bitch. Don't make me do it."

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a/n

debbie: "fiona left the money under my care because she knew i was the only gallagher responsible enough to not spend it on stupid things"
also debbie: *buys EXPENSIVE name brand things and hides them away in a storage unit, which she is also spending money to rent out, so therefore is doing exactly what she's claiming her siblings would do and doesn't share the money with them at all and continues to be a greedy bitch*

can u tell i hate her ????

anyway idk how to give birth LMAOOO this chapter was bad but it was rushed since i just got back from vacation