"God, my head is killing me" Debbie groaned as I handed her a cup of coffee.
"Maybe if you didn't drink all that beer last night"
She rolled her eyes in anger as I grabbed my waffles from the toaster. I guess it serves her right though, now she'll know for next time.
"Hey Cassie, Monica threw her food...everywhere" I tried to keep myself from laughing as Trevor came in from the living room, all covered in her breakfast.
I warned him not to feed her but he was pretty persistent that he wanted too. Saved me a change of clothes though, so I should be thanking him.
"You're pretty lucky" I muttered, handing him a washcloth. "At least she only threw the milk"
I made my way into the other room, my face practically falling when I saw the state my daughter was in. I guess I shouldn't have thanked him so soon....
"What am I going to do with you" I laughed, as I placed her on my hip. "Now you need a bath"
She started laughing crazily as I brushed the cheerios onto the floor. I don't know how she managed to get them in her hair, but that little devil did.
And I mean devil in the nicest way possible....I promise.
"She threw her breakfast again?" Mickey yawned as I ran the bath water. "At least it was only cereal this time"
I sent him a glare as I practically had to peel her pajamas off of her. How did one two year old manage to get so dirty? It was like she was part gremlin!
Again, I mean that in the nicest way possible...
"Thanks again for last night Milkovich" I smiled, pouring a heaping of soap into my hands. "It meant a lot"
"I should be thanking you" He smirked, bending down to kiss my lips. I sent him a glare, swatting him away as I turned back to Moni.
I ran the water over her tiny head as she started splashing in the bubbles. Even after she made a mess of everything, the way her little face lit up when she played with her bath toys.
God we made a cute ass kid....
"Have you seen, Trevor?" Ian's voice rang as I pulled Mickey onto the floor with me. "And Carl wants to know if he can borrow your car"
"Trevor's in the kitchen and my keys are in my purse" I sighed, resting my head on Mick's shoulder. "Tell him if he crashes it he's dead"
He sent me a glare before running down the stairs. I had to say I was glad my brother finally found someone that made him happy.
And I mean really happy; cough cough pedophile
"We did good with her" I laughed, running the washcloth over her food stained head. "She came from two broken parents; and yet she's perfect"
He wrapped his arm protectively around my shoulder, placing a kiss to my head.
"You did good with her, right Moni? You're moms the one who made you"
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Fanfiction{DISCONTINUED} Cassie Gallagher was born to an alcoholic father and a dead beat mother. Being raised by her older sister was tough, but what was even worse was living under the same roof as her other six siblings. Family troubles, drugs, and sharin...