Lip Gallagher was a family man. Maybe not a commitment man, but he knew as soon as he saw you that he wanted everything that Frank and Monica never had.

Love. A home. Health. Sanity. Stability.

Everything could have gone to shit when you got pregnant too early, unplanned, young. But it didn't.

Instead, Lip felt himself falling further and further in love with you. Because now, he got to say that he had a girl, and a little love, his little boy. And, god, did he love to show you off.

He saved up for you, bought new little outfits, for you and the baby, bought all the formula and the diapers in the world before the baby was even born. And it was a good job, too, because that tiny little boy was so premature that Lip felt like his heart was going to fall out of his asshole every time that he held him.

But he was yours. And he’s always going to be gorgeous.

But his favourite thing, without a doubt, was when you'd turn up unannounced. At the bike shop, when he was working this shitty little moped that's gears didn't work for shit, and you'd come trotting in with that tiny little boy in his stroller. Oh, that was by far his favourite.

As soon as he hears the stroller wheels on the concrete floor, he's up, head out of the engine and eyes bright, and that gorgeous boyish grin on his lips.

"Oh, fuck, hey... Hey, bub.."

He doesn't know if he's talking to the baby or you, and yet he's on his knees quick, pressing a flurry of kisses all over that little toddler's face, relishing in the proper belly laugh that leaves him.

"Baby, I can't hold him, I've got fuckin' grease all over my hands.."