The Gallagher living room was pure chaos as usual; Lip digging through the fridge for something edible, Ian on the couch scrolling through his phone, Debbie braiding Liam’s hair, and Carl loading a BB gun like it was just another Tuesday. Kev and V were squeezed on the armchair with Fiona and Steve arguing half-heartedly in the kitchen.

And then there was you. And Charlie.

He was curled right up on your lap, sideways like he owned the spot, his wavy blond hair falling over his face as you tilted his chin up.

You pressed a kiss to the mole under his eye. Then one at the corner of his mouth. Another by his jaw. Another on the shell of his ear.

Charlie squirmed, grinning despite himself. “You missed one on my neck.”

“You’re cheating.” You murmured, kissing it anyway. “You’re just fishing for more.”

Charlie smirked, pink lips parting. “And you’re giving them, sooo… Who’s really cheating here?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I love you more.”

Charlie immediately sat up straighter, his nose crinkling. “Ha. No, I love you more.”

The two of you then started to go back and forth like a tennis match.

“I’d take a bullet for you.” You told Charlie, hand on his hip.

“I’d take a bullet, then still beat the guy up.” He retorted, grinning up at you with a puffed chest.

“Yeah right, you can’t even open a pickle jar without me.” You teased with a chuckle.

“I’m strong! Shut up.” He whined back, smacking your chest with a faint frown.

By now, every single Gallagher (and add-ons) was staring.

Carl gagged dramatically. “Oh my god, stop. This is disgusting. Get a room.”

Ian smirked. “They’re actually worse than me and Mickey.” “Bullshit.” Mickey grumbled from the armrest. “We don’t pull this sappy crap. Not in public.”

Debbie was smiling, though. “It’s cute. Like a puppy. A really annoying puppy.” Lip came in from the kitchen with a beer. “Nah, it’s vomit-worthy. I can feel my teeth rotting just listening.”

Kev leaned forward, grinning. “Nah, it’s sweet. Remember when we used to be like that, V?” Veronica slapped his chest. “Used to? We still are, dumbass.”

Fiona threw her hands up. “Great. Another kid basically living in my house. Hope your parents don’t sue me when they find out, Charlie.”

Charlie just smirked, leaning back against you. “Relax. I’d rather be here anyway.”

Steve, of course, had to stir the pot. “So, when’s the wedding?”

The room exploded.

“OHHHHH!” Debbie screamed. Carl started chanting, “KISS THE BRIDE! KISS THE BRIDE!” while Ian shoved him.

Lip cackled while he was filling Kev's tax forms. “Man, if Ellie and Louie Kincaid saw that…” Mickey just muttered. “Rich boy’s got bigger balls than I thought.”

And Charlie, big mouth that he was, went red but still shouted over them. “Whenever she ask me!”

Your eyes widdened at Charlie's statement as everyone howled even louder, Carl nearly falling over from laughing so hard.

Charlie, meanwhile, just grinned down at you, nose bleeding faintly from the chaos earlier.