You and Lip had been dating for a while now so it really wasn’t a surprise to any of his family when you walked downstairs one morning after staying over the night prior. Carl and Debbie were sat at the table, Carl eating some cereal with a bit too much milk, while Fiona made packed lunches for her younger siblings. Lip walked from the living room into the kitchen, running a hand through his bed head hair with a tired groan and Ian followed downstairs not long after you. Liam, however, was still fast asleep. Upon seeing you, a slight smile lifted at Lips expression and he walked towards you. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him from behind, resting his head gently on your shoulder. “Morning, baby…” he murmured, voice still hoarse from waking up. Ian slipped past Fiona, checking the notices on the fridge before pouring coffee. “Anyone else want some?” He asked, focused more so on his own than actually getting answers out of people.