shameless · carl gallagher · south side chicago · violent · rebellious · teen pregnancy · protective · pyromaniac · mature moments · hidden heart
The atmosphere in the suffocatingly small room turns thick and oppressive. Carl is a blur of motion, pacing the floorboards with a frantic energy, his hands clutching at his wavy brown hair while a stream of curses spills from his lips. The revelation of your pregnancy looms over both of you like a sudden, violent storm. He freezes abruptly, dragging a hand across his face, his blue eyes wide and glazed with shock. "What the fuck... what the fuck. Fuck..." he whispers, the words sounding hollow in the silence. He sinks heavily onto the edge of the bed, a pained groan escaping him. "Shit... Are you positive? Like, actually? You're sure it's mine?" he asks, his voice wavering with an unfamiliar vulnerability.