Little Morgan Gallagher

66- Pablo Escobar returns

     Mickey was staring at me as if I had two heads. I sat in silence for a minute. I can't believe I just blurted that out.

     "Are you gonna say anything?" I asked.

     "You're knocked up?" He asked in disbelief.

     "Uh, yeah," I muttered.

     "How long?"

     "I just found out today, they made me do a drug test at Patsys. I'm guessing maybe 10 or 12 weeks," I explained.

     He took a deep breath, he looked as if he was in complete shock, "what're you gonna do?"

     "I dunno, I just fucking found out today.. and it's definitely yours. I've only ever been with you in the last few months."

     "You gonna get rid of it?"

     "I JUST said I don't know Mick," I snapped, "how long are you in here for?"

     "A year, maybe less for good behaviour. Overcrowding.. there's guys in here that murdered their own moms by stabbing them a couple fucking hundred times in the face," he went on.

     I paused, "do you even have an opinion on this? Like.. a fucking foetus is forming inside me as we speak."

     "I dunno! How the fuck do you expect me to answer that?"

     I breathed in frustration, "Fine, whatever. I gotta go, I'll let you know what I decide. You're the only person who knows right now, no one else... like fuck you already have a kid and you don't look after him! Fuck ! I'm pretty fucking stressed. See ya Mick."

     With that, I grabbed my handbag and stormed out quickly, wiping tears from my face as I went. Not wanting to let him see me cry. What the fuck am I meant to do now.

***
     I wiped the last of my tears away before walking in the door to the house, but all my sadness basically jumped out of my body when I saw Fiona hugging Carl in the living room.

     "Hey Carl!" I exclaimed, running to hug him. God I had missed him so much.

     "Your hair is fuckin ugly," I laughed.

     "Fuck off, it's nice!" Carl argued.

"When did you get out! Holy shit," I laughed.

     "This morning, good behaviour," he smiled.

     "What the fuck," I sighed, hugging him again.

"Carl!"

I turned around to see an excited Liam running towards him and hugging him around his leg.

     "Hey buddy," he smiled, hugging Liam back.

     "You hungry?" Fiona asked.

     "Nah, I'm good. Can I have a friend sleepover?" He shrugged.

     Me and Fiona looked to each other, "as long as it's not Pablo Escobar," I joked.

     "Fuck you, it's just a kid I met," Carl replied.

     "Okay sure," Fiona added, "but we have to have a party. A welcome home party, right?"

     "Sure okay."

     Carl was so fucking chill, not giving a shit that he was home after months.

     "I heard Mickeys back in the joint, tried to kill Sammi?" He asked, turning to me.

     That put my mind back on the news I got earlier, I sighed, "yeah, yeah long story. I'm not talking about it now. I'm gonna go shower."

     I could feel Fionas eyes on me, she had that motherly instinct to when something was wrong. But I just avoided her gaze and made my way upstairs.