Fiona hadn't even been awake for thirty seconds, and she was already stressing the day. It's how every morning had gone: she'd scramble outta the messy bed (never bothering to clean her own room when two others needed to be tended to), toss on a shirt, wake the boys from their slumber since Debbie would already be awake, then hurry downstairs where lunches must be prepared, dishes should be clean, and breakfast had to be made. In just a single morning, the eldest Gallagher sibling had to accomplish too many tasks before the little ones were off to school, and it left Liam to attend work with her.

Well, stuff moved just a little bit differently when Fiona became yours. Now, it was the quick breakfast of sugary donuts and hot coffee, then an extra pair of hands to get the dishes, beds, and living room done in half the time. It may have been a fast change in a decade-long routine, but it was one Fiona could certainly get used to. At least, some of it.

"I thought I said no more donuts. Too much lard and sugar for them," that familiar brunette's scold followed her straight down the stairs and into the dining room. With her, she tossed the dirty load of laundry into the wash as the kids now rushed out the door for hours of education.