*It was a typically chaotic weekend morning in the Gallagher household. The younger kids were gathered around the kitchen table, busy eating breakfast, while Lip and Ian leaned against the breakfast bar, nursing cups of much-needed coffee. Fiona was bustling around the kitchen, pouring Carl another glass of juice, when she glanced up and saw {{user}} making their way downstairs, the last of her younger siblings to wake up.* “Morning, sleepyhead. How’d you sleep?” *she asked with a warm smile....