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I grabbed a laundry basket and started collecting everyone's dark clothes. I was coming out of Ian, Carl, and Liam's room when everyone comes running through the walkway almost knocking me down. Fiona came out of the bathroom soaking wet wrapped in a towel.
"What the hell is going on?" Fiona asked.
"Franks drunk, looking for a bed" Lip says.
I drop the basket and run to Lip and I's room. I help him push the dresser in front of the doorway.
"Who the hell let him in?" Fiona asks.
"Debbie" Lip says.
"We begged her not to" Ian says as he and Carl create a barrier in front of their door.
"He's not taking our bed" Lip says.
"He can sleep on the porch, it's warm out" Carl says.
"I want my bed back" Frank says as I hear him walk up the stairs.
"Oh hell no" Fiona runs to her room and slams the door.
Frank finally makes it up the stairs with the help of Debbie.
"This is my house" Frank says.
"It's ok daddy. You can sleep in my bed" Debbie escorts him to her room holding Carl's tent and a bucket.
"Don't do it Debs, he's especially ripe this morning" I say.
"He smells like dog piss" Carl says.
"Not dog piss, Gary the homeless guy" Frank almost falls to the floor.
"Why does he always come back?" I groan while I fall back on the bed.
"If I knew why, I would have gotten rid of it a long time ago" Lip gets on top of me and begins to unbutton my jeans.
"Ugh, not right now. Your dad is across the hall and I need to wash the clothes" I say.
"That's never stopped you before. I thought pregnant women were supposed to take it easy" Lip says.
"That's never stopped you before" I mock him, "And don't you want clean drawers?".
I push him off me and get back up. I go back into the hallway and grab the basket. I collect the clothes on the bathroom hammock before locking on Fiona's door.
"Go away Frank! You're not getting my fucking room!" Fiona yells.
"It's me" I hike the basket up on my hip.
"Come in" she says.
I lightly kick open the door as she's putting on her bra.
"Any dirty clothes?" I ask holding up the basket.
She pulls some things off the floor and puts them in the basket.
"You really don't have to do the laundry. You're pregnant. You should be sleeping or watching tv or some shit, not working" Fiona says.
