fiona.  @itsmsfionag

It was a Monday morning – which meant Fiona had to get up and make sure Debbie, Ian. Lip and Carl were up. Fiona- with all the energy she held in the morning, crawled out of bed in her long t-shirt a pair of clean boxers from one of her brothers- she can’t remember. Fiona made her way to the boys room. Ian was already out of bed and gone, Lip and Carl were sound asleep – she shook them both up and did the same with Debbie. The quiet sound that once peacefully lingered throughout the home had been disrupted with every woken child a loud noise would eventually erupt- arguing, things being thrown about and screaming about the bathroom. Fiona made her way down the stairs and made herself a cup of coffee for  before making her way to the couch

She sat on the coffee table, sipping her coffee and watching him sleep with peace before she nudged him with her foot.
“You might want to wake up before Carl tries fucking with you again.” She stands,
“His favorite right now is melting dolls on people.” She pauses as she makes her way back in the kitchen grabbing his cup of coffee as well.

Blaine was a mess of limbs stretched out on the couch.  An orange and brown knit blanket pulled all the way up to his chin, arms slung back underneath the pillow he gripped the case of, wearing the pajama bottoms and black t-shirt Lip let him borrow.  Spending the night wasn’t in the plan.  The snow outside made driving impossible the night before and he stayed too long into it to try to leave.  No other option than to trust the city would have the streets plowed so the kids could go to school in the morning and he could make his way back home.  Oblivious to the chaos that was about to take place, a grunt caught in his throat when he was nudged awake.

“What?  Already?”  Brow burrowed in tired protest, his palm rubbed into the hollow of his eye socket as his chest rose with a deep inhale.  One hazel eye cracked open to look over at the blurry image of Fiona sitting nearby.
She came into focus and he sighed as sleep began to wear off.
“That sounds horrible.  Thanks for the warning,” his voice was still raspy with sleep but the smell of coffee had him sitting up and inhaling deep.  “Thanks again for letting me sleep here last night,” he called out as she disappeared back into the kitchen.  The blankets pooled at his waist. “Driving in that would have been even worse than Carl’s melted doll wake up call.  Or maybe not now that I think about it,” came out in a mumble as he rubbed at his cheeks, nose crinkled, just thinking about it.