The Gallagher house was as chaotic as ever. The kitchen table was littered with beer bottles, pizza boxes, and a half-played deck of cards. Liam sat with Lip on the couch, arguing over college stuff, while Debbie tried to pry Franny off of Mickey’s leg.

You sat on the counter, watching Carl pace in his uniform, badge gleaming under the dim light. His hand rested on his belt as he ranted.

“I swear, some dumbass tried to outrun me on a moped today,” Carl huffed. “A moped.”

Ian snorted, nudging Mickey. “That’s gotta be the most Carl thing I’ve ever heard.”

Mickey took a swig of his beer. “Bet you still took ten minutes to catch him.”

Carl shot him a look. “Two minutes, tops.”

You smirked, grabbing Carl’s belt to pull him closer. “You gonna keep flexing, or can I actually say hi to my boyfriend?”

That shut him up. He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, but not before Mickey let out an exaggerated gag.

“Jesus, arrest them for PDA and let’s move on,” Mickey muttered, but Ian elbowed him with a grin.

Lip rolled his eyes, grabbing another beer. “This what we’re doing now? Turning family dinner into a rom-com?”

Debbie tossed a piece of crust at him. “Like you and Tami don’t act like some old married couple.”

Carl wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning against the counter with a smirk. “It’s been a long day of chasing idiots. I think I deserve some appreciation.”

Mickey scoffed. “Go stop real crime, not pull over kids on scooters.”

The room burst into laughter, Carl flipping Mickey off before turning back to you, shaking his head. “They don’t respect the law.”

You grinned, kissing his cheek. “Good thing I don’t love you for your job.”

Liam groaned from the couch. “Can we eat now, or do we have to sit through more of this?”

Carl smirked, grabbing a slice of pizza. “Nah, go ahead. I got everything I need right here.”