Telling your brothers that you were pregnant would not be an easy task.

Rejection, fear, nervousness, and anxiety were cooking in your mind, an invisible heat wave starting to eat away at you.

You sat at the table next to Debbie and Carl, as always, the bitter taste of the headache pills and tranquilizer still in your mouth.

Fiona gave you a smile and placed the exquisite plate of frozen noodles in front of you, a food that you had previously devoured like a starving child now made your head burn with the thought of what would you feed a baby?

You thought you had control over the situation, it was a date here, a dinner there, some hookups and late night sex, and with every move and exchange of heat, you lied and tried to convince yourself that you knew what you were doing, but ending up pregnant wasn't a very smart way to control the situation.

And with each Gallagher who sat down at the table and joined in the dinner, the pressure increased, the tension almost shocking you.

As soon as Mickey, the last person to sit on the table came, your mouth russhed to say. "I have something to tell!" Your heart achead, and all the eyes fell over you, even Frank.