Shameless, Chapter 8
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Warnings: mentions of smut/sexual innuendos, minors going to jail/grand theft auto, angst.
“Hey…right on time…”
A blush rose to your cheeks as you held up a pie in front of your boyfriend’s face, “I brought dessert.”
“You always bring dessert!” he teased, pulling you close enough to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered closed as he took the serving dish, “and I’m not talking about the pie…”
“Why do I get the feeling that you’re talking about a pie of a different kind?”
“Because I am!” he smirked, breaking the kiss. You rolled your eyes at him as he let you into the house, his arm haphazardly looped around your waist, “mom…Sofia brought us a pie she made!”
“Oh SOFIA” his mother cooed, coming out of the kitchen. You smiled back at Tony and took the pie from him. She gasped, her eyes widening ever so slightly, “is that a Boston Crème?”
“It is…I know how my Tony loves a good crème pie,” you teased, shooting him another look, “I figured I’d bring one by for after dinner. I know you have a sweet tooth, Mrs. Markovich.”
“You’re too good to me and my Tony!” she smiled, pulling you into a hug, “come in though. Come in. You can help me slice this and we’ll throw it in the fridge while Tony sets the table.”
“Come on, mom. You can’t go hogging my girlfriend!”
“Be a good boy and set the table, officer!” you playfully teased, pushing him towards the dining room. You gave him a playful smack on the ass as he stalked off towards the dining room.
“You’re lucky I like you.”
“Don’t I know it. Play nice and then after dinner we can go to your room and I’ll let you give me a whole different kind of crème pie…one that I want every bit of!” you whispered, before turning to his mother, who had already brought the pie back into the kitchen to cut it. You spared him a look, shooting him a wink as you went into the kitchen.
“I’ll set the table, mom!” he said loudly, before shooting you a look, his eyes traveling down to his hardening length. Your thighs clenched on instinct, and you knew that there was going to be no way you left after dinner.
“So how was your day, sweetie?” Mrs. Markovich asked, interrupting your dirty thoughts as you continued to watch her son disappearing into the dining room, reappearing every few seconds when he started to set the table.
“Oh…uh, great…I saw my grandmother…”
“Oh, that’s nice, sweetie…”
“Hey Grammy!”
“Who the hell are you?” she asked, glaring at Lip and Ian.
“Grammy it’s Ian and Lip…Frank’s sons!”
“Hi Grammy!”
She lit up when she saw you, “Sofia! I haven’t seen you in weeks! Thanks for putting some money on my books for more smokes…was just about to run out.”
“Sorry about being a no-show lately, grammy…school and work…but I brought Ian and Lip with me. Your grandsons…two of em anyways.”
“Well would you look at that,” she mused, raising a hand so that she could lean her chin on it, “I have never seen apple and spice, and everything nice, looking so…nice.”
“Thanks grammy!” Ian grinned.
“So how you doing in there?” Lip asked.
“Well, the foods not so great, but the pussy is pretty good,” she admitted with a shrug, “never thought I’d be the type. Oh, this dump ain’t so bad! I can get blow anytime I like.”
“Grammy!”
“Sounds alright!”
“Only thing that sucks is that they got me cleaning toilets,” she sighed, “I wanted to be on the kitchen crew. They won’t let me anywhere near the place. I mean, one meth lab explosion and this is what I get!”
“Oh, yeah…well it’s probably the two college kids that died in that fire, grams!”
“So, what do you want?” she asked.
“So, what do you want?”
You looked up, your attention caught up in the man standing at the door.
“Just wanna have a night out with our boy,” one of his fellow officers smiled, gently pushing past him and into the house, “Mrs. Markovich we are stealing Tony boy away so-why hello…we didn’t know that you’d be here, Sofia…”
“Tony’s girlfriend?” she asked, “why wouldn’t she be here?”
Another of the officers raised his brow at Tony, before looking to you, “you still wanted to date him?”
“Tony’s a good guy!” you smiled, sticking up for him, “not like any of you buttheads. Does Annie and Rachelle know you’re not on the clock and you’re trying to take my man away to some poker night or strip club?”
“Sorry guys…I’m staying in tonight!” Tony smiled, looking at you.
“Not even married, and it’s like you’ve already got a ball and chain.”
“No one else I’d rather be attached to!” he smiled, leaning down to kiss you on the lips.
“Did you boys want to stay for dinner?” Mrs. Markovich asked, “I always make plenty extra for Sofia to take home to the kids…”
“Oh no, that’s fine!”
“We wouldn’t want to intrude!” another one of the officers smiled as he started leading the others back to the door. He shot Tony a wink, “you two kids have fun…don’t do anything that we wouldn’t do!”
“So, I was thinking…”
“Yeah?” he asked.
“I’m all alone at the house right now,” you giggled, playing with the hem of your panties, “Fiona is at Deb’s school party with Carl…Kev and V are watching Liam…and Lip and Ian are out…”
“Are you suggesting I come over?”
“It’s up to you…but we would have the whole house to ourselves…” you smiled, “and right now I’m only wearing one of my camis and these panties that are nearly see through because you’ve got me so hot and bothered thinking about last night.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah…should have a few hours before everyone gets back too…” you hinted, “wonder how many orgasms you could pull from me in that amount of time…”
“I like the sound of that,” he agreed, “god…today is turning out to be the perfect day, Sof…”
“Come make it a perfect night,” you giggled, “come over and cum in me, Tony.”
“Shit…”
“What’s wrong?” you asked, hearing the change in his voice.
“Think I just got something…”
“You’re off duty, aren’t you?”
“There was a stolen car we were watching, and I see it on the move…I-fuck, I’m sorry Sof. I can’t let it get away though,” he sighed, “I’ll call you back after I catch the perp…hopefully we can salvage the night after I call it in.”
“Okay…yeah…I understand,” you sighed, “call me after?”
“Of course…”
“Stay safe.”
“Always!”
“Hey…where the hell were you?” you asked as he tried to kiss you. Instantly you took a step back from him and he frowned, “Tony?”
“I told you. I saw something about a stolen car-“
“Was it the car that Ian and Lip were driving?”
He froze. And instantly you knew he had something to do with it.
“Sof-“
“Did you call in the stolen car on Lip and Ian?”
“How much do you know about Fiona’s boyfriend Steve?”
“What does he have to do with it?” you asked, arms crossing over your chest.
“He’s been stealing cars, Sof…the car the boys were driving was one that I’ve seen him driving lately. It was reported stolen by someone who isn’t Steve…the plates were changed from earlier, but I remembered the numbers on the plate. He stole it, Sof.”
“No way…Fi said tha-“
“Sofia, Fiona is lying to you…chances are that she’s covering for that asshole boyfriend of hers. I already saw her at the station. Sh-“
“Well you have to know that Ian and Lip wouldn’t do anything like that,” you said desperately, suddenly feeling nervous for your two younger brothers, “Tony, you know Ian and Lip…that isn’t the kind of boys that they-“
“They have to testify to that then.”
“What?”
“Baby…Lip is 17, and Ian is 16. If they didn’t take the car, and you said it’s Steve’s, they have to tell the detective that.”
“Tony…this is Wallace Street.,” you reasoned, “South side. The yard! They aren’t going to snitch on someone like that. Th-“
Sof…Lip’s looking at five years if they try him as an adult,” he said firmly, collecting his face in your hands, “and Ian…do you really think they’ll let him into the military with grand theft auto on his record?”
You felt the tears welling up in your eyes, “Tony…please…”
“They have to, Sofia.”
“Please,” you begged, shaking your head as your eyes watered, “please Tony, you have to help them.”
He sighed, “I don’t know how much I can help, Sof…this is a pretty big hole they found themselves in.”
“Tony, please…” you begged as you bit your lip, “they’re my family…they-you can’t let this happen to them. They’re practically your family too with everything that’s been going on…”
“I care about Ian and Phillip, Sofia, but-“
“Tony, you can’t let them go to jail!” you begged. You pulled his hands away from your face and put them on your stomach, “I-I wanted to tell you before everyone got home so that we could surprise them…I-I didn’t want it to come out like this bu-“
“Sofia?”
“We’re pregnant Tony…”you cried, “please…I-you can’t let this happen to our baby’s uncles…you know that Ian and Lip aren’t bad kids…they wouldn’t ever steal a car. Sure, Carl maybe, but not Ian and Lip.”
“Y-you’re pregnant?”
You nodded, sniffling, “I-I didn’t think anything of it when my period didn’t come last month because I’m on the pill…but I-I started getting nauseous last week at dinner…and my meds are slipping so I-“
“That night…when we-when you were upset about Monica coming back to town…”
You nodded, sniffling, “I’m seven weeks along, Tony. But that’s not it…I-I can’t take my meds if I’m pregnant…I-I’m scared…and I can’t deal with something like this and that all happening…”
“I’ll help as much as I can, baby,” he promised sadly. His eyes went from your stomach to your own, and his hands shifted until he was cupping your face, “I’ll figure it out…but after this we need to figure out what we’re doing…I can’t let you live at the house with all that craziness if you’re pregnant and off your meds…I can’t have something triggering you and us losing the baby…or me losing you…”
You watched as your little brothers walked through the doors of the station. Your heart raced as Debbie clung to you while Fiona held Carl close to her. Kev was smoking a step away while V held onto Liam.
“He really got them off!” Fiona said in disbelief.
The younger kids ran to Lip, and Fiona ran to Ian. They embraced one another as Tony came out behind them. You walked up to your boyfriend tears in your eyes, as you embraced him, immediately sobbing into his chest, “thank you Tony…”
“I can’t ever ask anyone for another favor again…you know that, right?” he asked softly, his arms weaving around your waist, “the kids have to keep every inch of themselves in line…”
“They will…I promise…they will.”
You noticed everyone was a bit too quiet, and you turned. Your brothers were looking gratefully at you. He pulled your face to his and kissed you, “I did it for us…you know that, right? Did that for you.”
“Thank you, Tony…”
“We should probably tell them…about the baby…”
You nodded.
Fiona was tearing up as she turned to you and your boyfriend, “Thank you…”
“We uh-we wanted to tell you guys something,” you said slowly, leaning into your boyfriend’s arms. He leaned against the station, “I-I’m going to be moving out…”
“WHAT?”
“WHY?” Fiona all but shouted, “What ar-“
“Tony and I are pregnant.”
Debbie’s eyes went wide, and she raced up to you, while Fiona gasped.
“Holy shit!” Lip commented.
Ian’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head, “you’re leaving?”
“You’re pregnant?” Fiona asked.
“Seven weeks,” you nodded, looking up and over your shoulder so you could look into your boyfriend’s eyes, “me and Tony are going to start looking at places…but I’m going to be moving out before the baby’s born…”
“You’re leaving?” Debbie asked, copying Ian’s question.
“We-we don’t want to add another two people to the house,” you admitted, leaving out the part of you primarily agreeing to leave because you didn’t need the stress when you couldn’t take your medicie, “it’s already bursting at the seams…but we’ve already talked about it. We want to stay close by…and any time you guys need anything, or wanna come over…or get away from Frank-“
“The house will be open to all of you guys!” Tony finished, cutting you off, “anyone that needs a place to stay to just get some air…you guys are welcome over any time.”
“Come on,” Fiona urged softly, nodding her head towards the house, “looks like we’ve got two reasons to celebrate today then.”
You smiled and started walking with your siblings. Tony let go of you as you walked, and you turned, “come on…”
“Got a few things to tie up here,” he nodded firmly, “you guys go get the party started…I’ll be over after I finish up with the detective and the case.”
You nodded and ran back up to him so that you could press your lips to his in a sweet kiss, “I love you, Tony Markovich.”
“And I love you, Sofia Gallagher.”
“Fi…what the hell are you doing?”
“Steve wants me to leave with him…”
“What?”
“Steve…he asked me to come with him.”
“Come with him where?” you asked, stopping your sister as she opened the suitcase and threw it on the bed, “What the hell are you talking about, Fiona?”
“I’m going to leave the country, Fi Fi. I’m going to be selfish for once,” she smiled, tears lining her eyes, “Steve wants me to go with him to Brazil!”
“What? For How long?”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “and I don’t care…after what’s happened the past few months…why shouldn’t I be selfish? Why wouldn’t I take him up on that? I mean, you had the past few years. You got to finish high school and get some college done and now that you and Tony are finally together, he’s got you knocked up…you’re starting your life, so why should I continue to put mine on hold?”
“Fiona…are-are you jealous of what Tony and I have?” you asked, “are you seriously going to pick up and leave because I’m going have a kid and don’t wanna make the house even more crowded, so I said I’d move out?”
“I want to be happy, Sofia!”
“And you’re not, now?”
“FUCK NO!” she spat, throwing some clothes into the suitcase, “why the hell would you think I was happy? I never get to do anything that I want. Always have to put my paychecks into the squirrel fund or-“
“So, you’re just going to walk away?” you yelled at her. “You’re just going to pull a Monica and abandon them? Fuck, Fiona. Lip is gonna be seventeen in a few months, and Ian is going to turn 16. Debbie and Carl are nine and ten. Liam is still a toddler.”
“Not my problem,” she shrugged, “you were worried about too many people being in the house when you had your news about being knocked up, well guess what…me and Steve aren’t gonna be here. So, you can keep Tony and your new baby in your room. Take the house. Take the kids-“
“Fiona, what the fuck!” you hissed, “stop acting like this. You’re acting like I’m going to be dead…or that I’m trying to take over by putting out some ultimatum that doesn’t exist. You’re acting like I won’t still help care for the kids.”
“I don’t have to worry about it anymore, Fi Fi…because it won’t be on me anymore…it’ll be on you…or Frank…I don’t care. You’re getting your happiness…and well, I deserve mine too! Have a nice life, sis!”
Chapter 9/Season 2
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