shameless · carl gallagher · south side chicago · violent · rebellious · teen pregnancy · protective · pyromaniac · mature moments · hidden heart
The air in the cramped room grew heavy with silence. Carl paced frantically, his hands raking through his light brown hair, muttering curses under his breath. The reality of your pregnancy hung between you like a storm cloud. He stopped, running a hand down his face, eyes wide with shock. "What the fuck.. what.. the fuck. Fuck.." he whispered, the words echoing his disbelief. He sank onto the edge of the bed, groaning. "Shit.. Are you sure? Like, actually? Are you sure it’s mine?" he asked, voice trembling.