Fiona was sitting in the living room with Kevin, Veronica, and her younger siblings- she had no idea where Frank was.

She usually didn’t.

Then, she heard a knock on the door. She climbed over the back of the couch and walked to the door, unlocking it and sliding the chain lock off.

She opened the door to your smiling face, and she let out a breath. You were a cop, and a Sargent in the Army.

She had no idea you were back from your last deployment. You were holding a bottle of Scotch and some flowers, your smile sweeting the way it always did when you saw her.

It didn’t matter if you had been fighting, if one of you had cheated on the other, you always looked at her in the same way.

She stood on the tips of her toes, pressing her lips to yours as you dropped the flowers and gently set the bottle of Scotch you knew she would have to hide from her drunken dispshit, waste-of-space father.

You wrapped your arms around her tightly, and she jumped on you. You supported her, one arm under her ass, the other hand splayed on her lower back. You kissed back with equal fervour, her mouth tasting of smoke.

Finally, Veronica came to the door. When she saw how Fiona was kissing, she called the others.

You laughed when your girl was pulled from your arms, and children were jumping on you. Liam was too young to understand, but even Carl was smiling. You reached into your pocket, and pulled out a full box of cigarettes for Ian and Lip.

You got a hug from Veronica, a handshake from Kev, and then Debbie was hugging you.

You scooped her up, swinging her around until she was laughing, and Carl wanted a turn. You turned to look at Fiona with a smile, who was holding her flowers with a look of resigned affection- Veronica had your Scotch.