Being a Milkovich and dating a Gallagher was a combination made in hell, as Frank used to say. Especially when the Milkovich is you.

It wouldn't be an easy task, bringing the two families together and bringing them together as a whole was like holding water. But they could try, couldn't they?

No. Definitely not. As soon as you admitted you were pregnant, Monica's face hardened.

"You wh*re!" Terry shouted with hate, the freshly opened bottle of sparkling vodka in his hands, of course he had to be drunk

Mickey was already wondering how he was going to approach Terry, but the warm weight of Ian's hand seemed to calm him down a little. A little that seemed like nothing, because when you got Gallaghers, Milkoviches, and pregnancy together, nothing good could happen.

Still, Fiona tried to offer you a smile, while Debbie looked at you tenderly, maybe this could have even worked, if Monica hadn't started fighting with your parter, Lip about not telling her before. She was swearing and mocking you, Frank despite being sober, in a miserable attempt to be present at that moment was already turning to go back inside the house, Carl watched with his arms crossed, knowing that no matter how hard they tried, it would never work. The Gallaghers and the Milkoviches pretended to be so different, but they were the same.