A/N: Sorry, guys. I don’t really have any excuse other than lack of motivation most of the time and just generally busy in life. Whenever I go to write this I just get frustrated cause I’m so excited it’s almost detrimental… Anyways, here’s chapter four! Thank you all who have stuck with it and special thanks to those who care enough to actually find me on tumblr and give me a good kick in the ass to keep going! <3 As always, unbeta’d so sorry for any imperfections or errors! Disclaimers at the bottom this time, you’ll see why. Feedback is so appreciated, and I hope this was worth the wait!
All that you’ve taken can’t awaken any chance with him right now
Your eyes were closed when he left you waiting there
To do this on your own
I’m sorry, he had to find his way
I know the sky could have fallen that day
No one around,
Or there to pick you up
Still I know you can make it along
The Milkovich house was usually filled with noise.
Whether it be the sound of knives being flung at a wall for target practice, water gurgling inside of a bong, the inhalation of bitter chemicals up the nostril or offensive, vulgar music blasting so loud the windows shook – there was always some sort of noise.
The ruckus on this particular day was of a completely different sort.
Mickey pinched the bridge of his nose as he walked in the door from work, praying to a higher power he didn’t even believe in for the patience to just make it through the next few days. His daughter still didn’t have a fucking name, and her birthday was fast approaching. They had about twenty four hours to come up with something, or the poor kid’s first birthday cake was going to say ‘Happy First Birthday, ___’. Not that he personally gave a flying fuck about birthday cakes or birthdays in general, but it was his kids so it was the first one he ever actually did care about. Other than Mandy’s, but he’d just gotten her some bootleg CDs, really good weed or gone light on the tittie twisters for the day as his gifts to her.
“Dada!” The enthusiastic greeting came from the kitchen, where two pairs of opposite bright blue eyes flashed to him. Brooklyn looked exasperated; seeming relieved to see him as she set down a bowl of something and all but threw the bright green spoon into it. Marley was nowhere to be found but he heard a lot of commotion in another room.
“Good, you’re home! You can feed her then because she is being fucking difficult tonight.” The brunette sighed, padding to the counter by the fridge and grabbing her beer. His girl was perched in her booster seat that Brooklyn had put directly on the counter.
“Well what the fuck are you trying to feed her that she’s being difficult?” Mickey replied shortly, going to his baby girl and half smiling at her. “Hey, kid.”
“Today we tried new things! She likes mashed up red beets and avocado, does NOT like mashed turnips.” Brooklyn answered, her voice sounding weary and exhausted and she took a swig. “Marley got into the freezer while I was trying to feed her, I don’t know what got into these two today but they both have a shit ton of energy and I wish they’d share some with me.”
“Turnips? I’ve never even had one and that sounds fucking disgusting.” Leaning his elbows on the table, the ex-con put his face within his daughters reach and allowed her to pat it lovingly.