#edward townsend

[gildengirl]

{Rachel getting a team together for a mission}

Rachel: What do you consider to be your best quality?

Matt: Well, I'm a real people person.

Joe: I don't answer stupid questions.

Townsend: I speak Swahili.

Abby: My eyes. Oh, and I guess my hair, too.

#can you even imagine these five on a mission together #PLEASE #Gallagher Girls #Gallagher Girls Series #First Gen #Rachel Morgan #Matthew Morgan #Joe Solomon #Abigail Cameron #Edward Townsend #incorrect quotes #source: That 70s Show

[g-girlshavingfun]

Abby: Drugs aren't illegal when you put them in food. Everybody knows that.

Rachel: Is that right? I'm not sure that's right.

Townsend: There's drug scones down there! If people eat the drug scones then we'll have drugged those people, Abigail!

Joe: So? Drugging people isn't a crime.

Matt: You two have a very loose grasp of the law.

#@gildengirl once said imagine these 5 on a mission together so I did #gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #gallagher girls incorrect quotes #incorrect gallagher girls quotes #incorrect quotes #source: derry girls #abigail cameron #Abby Cameron #Rachel Cameron #rachel morgan #edward townsend #joe solomon #joseph solomon #matthew morgan

[superblycaffeinated]

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summary: The one where Abby finds out Edward's never had Mac and Cheese // Edward Townsend/Abigail Cameron (slight descriptions of some kissing)

691 words

A/N: This was originally requested/posted on my old account // it has been edited slightly since my original writing - I appreciate any new notes left for it! 💙

The words were simple.

A mere blip in the overall conversation. An off-handed comment as they walked the aisles of the market. He doesn’t even recall formulating the sentence in which they were uttered. The admission held no significance to him, but from the look on her face you'd think he  just told her he killed a puppy. 

She clutches the box tightly, so tightly, her knuckles are turning white and the flimsy cardboard is creasing as she whispers, “Say it again.”

He resists rolling his eyes, continuing down the aisle, searching for the next item on their list. 

“Say what, Abigail?”

She doesn’t move to follow him and Edward turns back to look at her, sighing, “You’re going to make this a whole thing, aren’t you?”

Abigail Cameron, in her jeans that fit her just right and a plain white t-shirt cocks her hip defiantly. Her left hand rests on it and he can’t help but look at the ring on her finger with a little pride. An overwhelming amount of love for her washes over him as she raises her eyebrows, waiting. 

Edward Townsend, wearing a sensible pair of slacks and polo, stares at the box in her hands and throws his hands up in exasperation. “I’ve never had macaroni and cheese.”

The words drift through the air until they land on her, an actual pout forming on her lips as she whines, “Ed, that’s so depressing.”

He sighs again, deeply, rubbing his fingers along his temples. She can’t help but look at his left hand too, and the gold band on his finger. An equally overwhelming amount of love for him pouring out of her as he admits, “It’s not like I had some terrible childhood, I’ve just never had it,” he keeps going, hands returning to the cart and walking away, talking to himself, “And honestly, all that cheese cannot be good for you. And artificial stuff like that?”

He’s looking at the various pasta’s on the shelf and she’s shaking her head and then their dance really begins. 

She’s tossing several boxes of Kraft into the cart, tearing his grocery list from his fingers and ripping it into shreds, tiny pieces floating to the ground as he scoffs. 

“Abigail! What do you think you’re-”

It’s a movie kiss, as she grabs his cheeks and presses her lips to his, right there in the middle of the grocery store. It’s not sensible, it’s not safe, and he can’t help but press his hands to her spine and chase her kiss.

Edward Townsend will never stop chasing Abigail Cameron. 

Abby pulls away, lips shining, breathing hard and simply starts to push the cart down the aisle, like she didn’t just kiss him like the world was ending, like they’d never do it again, like she really knew what she was doing - leaving Townsend standing there with his hands in the air, mouth open. 

He watches her walk away, hips swaying to the song he doesn’t know playing above. She looks over her shoulder to find him pressing his fingers to his lips and tosses her hair over her shoulder, pleased with herself. 

“We are going to go up and down these aisles and buy every piece of junk food they can offer us, buddy. Your inexperience with sugar and carbs and all things delicious is unacceptable.”

He grins behind her back, coming up, placing his hands over hers and pulling the cart to a stop, her back hits his chest with an “Oof!”

“Ed, don’t even think about trying to get out of-”

“Guess what?” He whispers in her ear, nose skimming the side of it before pressing a kiss to her neck. 

“Wh-what?” She shivers when he smiles against her skin, eyes blinking wide as her toes curl in her sneakers. 

“I actually really like Oreos.”

Abby melts as he kisses her again, leaving her a little speechless this time. She watches him walk to the end of the aisle with a smile hidden behind her fingers, and he turns to her, walking backwards. He points to the left and cocks his head, “Cookies are this way?”

#gallagher girls #gallagher girls requests #gallagher girls series #edward townsend #abigail cameron

[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

What do you think is Joe's reaction after knowng Townsend is Zach's dad?

God. He's so mad.

I think Ally at one point said that Joe probably punched him? Or that's fanon. Either way I agree. He was so mad. Not for any rational reason. I also think he would have been mad at whoever he found out was Zach's dad (unless maybe if it was some random one night stand). I don't think he's mad because he wanted to be Zach's dad, he obviously knew he wasn't, but I think that Joe, like Zach, had the first instinct to blame Townsend. Blame him for not knowing and leaving Zach with Catherine and having Joe pick up the pieces. That's why I say it's not rational anger because Townsend didn't know. Townsend also treats Zach terribly because he's Catherine's son. So for him to act like that only for it to come out he had some kind of relationship with her is sooo hypocritical. I'd punch him for that.

#ask #answered #gallagher girls #zach goode #joe solomon #edward townsend

[doodle-do-wop]

Do you think Joe gives Zach love advice? And then townsend afterwards? hahahhaha sorry for the weird question

Im afraid I must remind you neither Townsend nor Joe bagged the woman they're with. Rachel and Abby saw them on the shelf, said awww cute, and then immediately went to self checkout

Yeah Joe proposed and Rachel was punching the air with victory horns blasting in her head. A whole ass parade was marching through her heart as she said yes and cried because it wasn't a cover. Yeah Joe was the one who got all misty eyed first but do you have any idea the absolutely ridiculous amount of steps that came in-between?

As for Abby and Townsend, they're not Zammie. They're still in the spy-pigtail-puller phase and honestly good for them, they're annoying and deserve each other (I say this with love).

If Zach is going to anyone for love advice (or anyone going to him) it's gonna be Macey. They can talk, get coffee, joke about politics and such. I mean Bex is a better option for anything he might need help on Cammie wise like what actually is her favorite soup because Zach has a killer recipe for each and he wants to make it a surprise since Cammie could be smelling motor oil and ask if he's making chicken (Rachel has ruined her).

If Zach were to go to Joe for any kind of advice Joe would be fresh outta fish and just pray whatever he tells the boy is useful or vague enough to be applied anywhere. Townsend would just combust into tiny little Townsend's.

#neither of these men know how they bagged a Cameron sister #man i wish that were me #gallagher girls #gallagher girls series #asked and answered #zach goode #joe solomon #edward townsend #honestly if Zach has any questions he can just go to the fifteen sisters he made at Gallagher #if its the other kind of love advice though they scatter like roaches

[cammie-morgan-goode]

Seeing all the townsend-zach ask makes me literally BEGGING for you to please please please write even just a blurb about some of their dad-son bonding uwu

Zach looks around the campus of Georgetown. He knows that Cammie is in the building by the university’s hospital. Which is on Torndorf Road. Which is approximately 5.5 miles from the library walk.

“You know she’s fine, right?” A voice sounds from behind him.

Zach turns around, noting that he had been sloppy. How long had Townsend been standing there? How long had Townsend been tailing him?

Townsend shoves his hands in his pockets. “Don’t look so shocked. I’ve only been here for 90 seconds.” He says with a shrug.

Zach sighs and then raises a hand to rub the back of his neck. Before he has a chance to speak, Townsend beats him to it. “Walk with me,”

Zach follows him across the campus, following him away from Cammie. He knew that she was taking a test right now which is why he wanted to see her. He knew she had a routine. They’d go north west on O Street. And then on Wisconsin Ave, right on the corner is Cafe Georgetown. She would order a hot chocolate, even though it was 85 degrees outside. And she’d order a grilled cheese panini for lunch. And they would sit and talk and she would ramble on about whatever it was that she was learning in class. And she’d smile at him. And he’d finally breathe.

“Did you even hear a word I just said?” Townsend asks, taking a right towards the statue of John Carroll.

Zach rolls his eyes. “There’s a possible threat in Moscow. Rogue asset on the run from a possible splinter group even though my girlfriend and I have been systematically wiping them out for the past several months. So yes, Townsend. I did hear every word you just said,”

Townsend huffs. Of course the boy is good. Otherwise the CIA wouldn’t want him. Of course the boy heard everything he said. He was Solomon’s protege. He’d been trained for this. He wasn’t a kid anymore.

And Townsend hated that that thought sent a pang of worry through his gut.

“Anyways, it’s your call.” Townsend says. Like he always does.

“And what did Cam say?” Zach asks. Like he always does.

“She said and I quote, ‘you got it but I’m making the calls first.’ Whatever that means,”

Before Townsend even finished, Zach is laughing. Of course Cammie wouldn’t let him live Berlin down.

Townsend rolls his eyes. Those crazy kids. They remind Edward of Abby and him. And he kind of loves them for it.

“Oh Townsend?” Zach says before Townsend can disappear. Townsend pauses and looks over his shoulder.

“There’s a turkey croissant with mustard in your bag. And some cash for a hot chocolate. On me. Learn to take a lunch will ya?”

Zach looks down at his crossbody bag and watches Townsend fade away before opening it. Sure enough there’s a sandwich and some cash in the ziplock bag.

How he managed to pull that off will always be a mystery. But Zach was grateful to have someone look out for him the way that Townsend did.

Even if he could be annoying about it.

(Written by: @cammie-morgan-goode)

#gallagher girls series #gallagher girls #ally carter #cammie morgan goode writes #asked and answered #answered asks #answered #zach goode #zachary goode #edward townsend #townsend #Zach and townsend #townsend and Zach

[depressedwetnapkin]

Catherine: I'm twice the man my father was

Townsend: You're not even a man

Catherine: 2 x 0 is still 0

#gallagher girls #catherine goode #edward townsend #Towsend just sits there while she rants #Who tf even are Catherine's parents #They should've gotten her a therapist

[jltonnere]

Me: Finish your Macey/ Preston project.

Also Me: Release the secret chapter of All's Fair.

Guess which I did. You can find it here.

#also on fanfiction but I'm too lazy to link them both #gallagher girls fanfiction #gallagher girls #ally carter #ally verse #ally carter fanfiction #ally carter fanfic #abigail cameron #gallagher girls fanfic #edward townsend is a softie deep down and you cant convince me otherwise #edward townsend #abby x townsend #abby/townsend #townsend x abby

[kennedy-family-library]

The Kennedy Family at Robert Kennedy's Funeral, June 8, 1968.

#Robert F. Kennedy #Robert Francis Kennedy #Ethel Kennedy #Edward M. Kennedy #Kathleen Kennedy Townsend #Courtney Kennedy #Kerry Kennedy #Joe Kennedy II #Rose Kennedy #John F. Kennedy Jr #Jacqueline Kennedy #Caroline Kennedy #Lee Radziwill #Sargent Shriver #Eunice Kennedy Shriver #Michael Kennedy #David Kennedy #Christopher Lawford #Patricia Kennedy Lawford #Lem Billings #Stephen Smith #Jean Kennedy Smith #The Kennedy Family

[jojothecowboy]

Just smth random

#cole turner gifs #cole turner #charmed #lestat de lioncourt #lestat #interview with the vampire #armand #louis de pointe du lac #neymar #neymajr #edward cullen #jack sparrow #andrew scott #benedict cumberbatch #sherlock #stuart townsend

[gildengirl]

“Run. It's what people have been telling me to do all year, and now I think it's time I really listen. ... Please don't look for me. Please don't worry. And most of all, please don't think of this as me running away, but of me running toward. Toward answers. Toward hope. Toward wherever I have to go to finish my father's mission and stop this thing, once and for all. ... I'll be back. And when I am, I promise I'll have answers.”

- Ally Carter, Only the Good Spy Young

#Gallagher Girls #Gallagher Girls Series #Gallagher Girls Books #Ally Carter #Only the Good Spy Young #OGSY #Cameron Morgan #Cammie Morgan #Zach Goode #Zammie #Blackthorne #Catherine Goode #Edward Townsend #Matthew Morgan #Joe Solomon #Follow the pigeons

[g-girlshavingfun]

Abby: I hope Townsend comes back soon.

Rachel: Aww. You miss him?

Abby: No, I lost the key to his apartment, and I'm taking care of his fish.

Abby: They're all dead already, aren't they?

Joe: Yeah.

Abby: Damn it.

#(She also just misses him but refuses to admit it) #gallagher girls #gallagher girls incorrect quotes #incorrect gallagher girls quotes #incorrect quotes #source: brooklyn nine nine #abigail cameron #abby cameron #rachel cameron #rachel morgan #joseph solomon #joe solomon #Edward townsend #Abby/townsend #Abby x Townsend #Tabby

[superblycaffeinated]

For more Nebraska, Ace, Bombshell and Wise Guy stories (and other Gallagher Girl fics), see my GG Masterlist

Summary: the one where Abby is pregnant

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and conflicted feelings by many involved

3.4k words

A/N: This was originally posted on my old account // it has been edited slightly since my original writing - I appreciate any new notes left for it! 💙

You Get Me Too:

Abigail Cameron / Edward Townsend | Abigail Cameron & Zach Goode

She sits on the edge of the bathtub, trying to control her breathing. 

The thing is, she’s usually kind of a pro at the whole breathing thing. You bring air into your lungs and you exhale some out - easy peasy. And, like, her whole line of work sort of relies on being able to keep it in check. She’s literally trained in breathing, she’d ace breathing 101 if such a thing existed (and well, it kind of does). 

However, when she hears the footsteps on the stairs, any sort of progress she’s made with the breathing in this particular moment flees, balls itself up, and hides behind the shower curtain. 

Coward. 

“Eddie?” She’s honestly shocked his name is somehow able to be pushed out calm, what with the aforementioned breathing issues. 

A deep sigh can be heard from behind the cracked bathroom door. Edward’s voice calling through it, “Abigail. We’ve talked about this. In fact, I perfectly recall a conversation in which you held up your right hand and swore to never call me Eddie ever…”

When he trails off, she knows he’s frozen in the doorway and probably having a whole lot of breathing problems of his own. 

Her heartbeat is in her ears, her fingertips, her throat as he whispers and searches for the right words. “What…what is that?”

He’s staring and referring to the little stick held aloft in her fingers. He’s a highly trained operative, he knows what that white and blue stick is. He knows what the tiny pink lines mean. But he’s going to make her say the words out loud - make her speak it  into existence. 

Her brain is doing some sort of impressive trapeze act, she’s sure something is trying to connect to another something to make the words come out of her mouth, but they just aren’t. 

Edward clears his throat, “Abigail, is that…”

She looks up at him to find his bright, blue eyes blinking. Posture horribly straight, tense, even more formal than normal which she truly didn’t think was possible. Has this man even heard of the word slouching? Her heartbeat starts a one man show of being the loudest thing in the room, like it’s tap dancing against her ribcage. 

She purses her lips and just nods as she returns her gaze to the two little pink lines. 

For once, she’s speechless. Abigail Cameron has no words. No jokes, no sarcasm. 

She can’t be a mother. She’ll be a terrible mother. 

Tears start to prick behind her eyes, wetting the corners and she blinks them away furiously. Edward kneels in front of her, his fingers gingerly cradling her chin. 

He waits for her eyes to meet his and then he whispers the two words she can’t bear to think about any longer. The two words she simply can’t answer. 

“You’re pregnant?”

The tears release down her cheeks without her consent. They pull something horrible out of her chest - the kind of sobbing no amount of training can prepare you for. The kind of fear that demands to be felt and you just have to ride it out. 

This wasn’t the plan, Abigail. Do you ever do anything with care? Do you purposefully run through the world with the intent to leave mayhem in your wake? You let Matt down, you’re gonna let this kid down even more. You can’t even take care of yourself, how do you expect to take care of a baby?

The words stream through her mind like horrible song lyrics you just can’t get out of your head. She shakes her head, pushing her fingers over her ears to drown it out. She curls in on herself, waiting for the words and the crying to stop so she can focus on breathing again.

The soft pad of his thumb brushes against her cheek and she blinks her eyes open, heavy and swollen to find his head turned sideways to meet hers. 

Maybe it’s all just a dream, maybe none of it is real. 

But she knows, from the cold tile of the bathroom floor against her body, that if she sits up, that test will still be there, and it absolutely is real. 

Oh god, what’s she going to tell Rachel.

Oh hell - how will they tell Zach?

Edward’s lips move, and despite being trained to read them, she shakes her head - confused as to why she can’t hear suddenly. 

His hands move up, slowly, his eyes watching her careful and anxious, like she’s a deer he might spook. His fingers curl around hers and pull them from her ears gently. 

“I said, good morning.”

Morning. It’s morning?

Sure enough, as she sits up, the soft halo of golden morning light is filtering in through their cream colored curtains like they do every morning.

It seems unfair that the world keeps turning, keeps moving, another day gone, when she’s still processing something so monumental. 

She wipes her nose on her sleeve, sniffing hard and he grimaces, handing her a tissue. 

Her chin trembles as her voice wobbles with a question, “You slept on the bathroom floor with me all night?”

Edward pushes a curl behind her ear, fingertips grazing down her jaw as he nods. “I did.”

She pushes her palms into her eyes, shaking her head. A watery laugh choked out before she says, “But, our heads were by the toilet all night. The bathroom floor is disgusting.”

“It sure is,” he murmurs, “I tried to move you, but you were not having it. I guess I fell asleep waiting for you to calm down.” 

Poor man, he could be waiting a lifetime for that. 

She drops her hands, back against the tub as he frowns at the ground, his hands reaching for hers impulsively as he speaks carefully. Always carefully - calculated - like he’s too afraid to speak without thinking through every reaction to his words. 

“I don’t understand why you were…are…so upset. I know I’m already not so great at the dad thing, but you have to give me some credit here. I didn’t know about the kid for eighteen years.” A furrow begins to crease in his forehead, lines of deep worry and thought present, “But, I really didn’t think the thought of having a baby with me would amount to you sobbing on the bathroom floor for hours, Abby.”

To anyone who may not know Edward Townsend, they’d think this was a jab at her, they’d misread the situation completely. But to Abby, it’s a joke at his own expense, trying to approach a complicated situation in a way that makes her feel better. And for the life of her, she can’t figure out why. As if trying to reign in Abigail Cameron wasn’t a hard enough job. As if finishing Matthew Morgan’s final op wasn’t stressful enough. She had now added a tiny, chaotic, unpredictable party to the mix. 

And he was being far too nice about it. 

Pulling her fingers up to his lips, he leaves a soft kiss to the back of her hand before fiddling with it and her chest tightens. Edward Townsend doesn’t fiddle or fidget or dilly-dally. He is straight to the point and can’t relax. 

Abby looks down, tugging on a loose thread of a towel he must have managed to get under her head as she whispers, “This wasn’t a plan. A baby is…a lot. And I won’t blame you if you need to leave or…or I don’t know. I’m careless and messy…” She looks up at him, and despite being thoroughly tapped of her tears, she feels that familiar sting behind her eyes as she admits, “I’m a terrible person and I’m going to be a terrible mother.”

Edward doesn’t hesitate to drop her hand, both of his finding her cheeks as he leans in closer, speaking with conviction, speaking with promise, “Abigail Cameron, you are many, many things, but a terrible person or terrible mother will never be words used to describe you.”

“You’re not…upset?” Her chin trembles again, the threat of more tears imminent. 

His hand drops to her stomach, shaking his head with a smile. “I promise you, I’m the furthest thing from upset.”

A wet laugh engulfs her question, “We can do this?”

He presses a kiss to her jaw, to the corner of her lips. “Of course we can.”

“We can have a baby? We can take care of it? We can…we’ll be good parents?”

He nods, foreheads bumping as he lets out a shaky exhale. “We can.”

It’s silent for a blissful minute until she bumps her nose against his. “How do we…we have to tell Zach. And Cam. And Rachel. And…Joe.”

Edward’s mood shifts completely, closing his eyes and backing away. Something in his voice choked and unsure, “Yeah. That. I’m not so sure I can do that. How about we just change our names and-”

“Ed.”

He sighs, fingers rubbing at his temples before he opens his eyes. “Yeah,” his brows furrow deeper until he nods once, “We should tell Zach first. Alone.”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head, unsure. “I don’t know…don’t you think Cam should be there? I think it’d make telling him easier.”

“Telling me what would be easier with Cam there?” Zach stands in their bedroom doorway, a to-go coffee cup in his hand and a deep frown present on his face that makes him look too much like Edward.

“Nothing!” Said too quickly and too in sync for anyone to believe. A rookie and awful mistake for trained professionals to make. 

Townsend’s fingers move to cover up the stick as the horrible lie is told, but he misses, little piece of plastic skirting and spinning across the tile. 

Zach stares at it, then promptly turns around without a word, stomping down the stairs.

Edward’s head falls back against the wall, hands in his hair as he mutters, “Shit.”

“I’ll go talk to him,” she offers, squeezing his hand. 

She stops halfway down the stairs though when she sees Cammie at their kitchen counter. Her head is tilted as she stares at something, someone, Abby can’t see, but can hear.

Cabinets and drawers open and close loudly and quickly, slams of wood against wood and clanking of silverware as it slides back into place harshly. 

Cam puts her coffee cup down, setting the tray with two other cups next to it as she purses her lips. “Hey, Zach, wanna tell me what you’re looking for?”

Another slam of a cabinet and then a horrible, horrible sound of a sob. “It’s not fair. It’s not…fair.”

Cammie’s face shifts from curious to concerned, but she doesn’t interrupt him. Another drawer, then the sound of the fridge. 

“It’s not fair.”

It must have been the freezer actually, because the next sound is a crack of an ice cube tray, the crunch of ice meeting the floor and shattering. 

“I mean, Christ, does he know how fucking condoms work?!”

Cam’s eyebrows furrow as she bites her lip and the front door opens. 

“Hey, are they not…Zach what’s going on?” Joe steps into the kitchen and Rachel pauses at the doorway, looking up the stairs at Abby’s frozen body. 

Zach is loud, louder than she’s ever heard him as he shouts, “We were just starting to…and now, now I have to watch them grow up and get him and what did I get? And they get her and I got…It’s not fucking fair!”

She’s surprised the glass of the back door doesn’t shatter with the way he slams it. 

Edward is barely behind him, rushing down the stairs and past all of them without a word and she falls onto the step, head in her hands. 

“You’re…” Joe starts.

“Yeah,” she sighs, voice muffled in her palms. 

“Oh.”

“Mhm.”

It’s unbearably silent until a slow scrape of a chair, the clink of ice cubes being thrown in the sink. The sound of the back door again. 

There’s a creak on the steps, then another, each one closer to her until a thigh rests next to hers. 

Rachel’s voice is quiet as she asks, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really, Rach.”

“Okay.”

And so they sit there. 

Eventually, Abby lets her head fall to Rachel’s shoulder, cheek squished to it like she has done so many times before, and Rachel’s fingers lace with hers. 

Mustering up some sort of strength, she begins to think out loud, “I’m not cut out for this Rachel. You…you were always made to be a mom. You’re a great mom. I’m the crazy, unstable, unpredictable aunt. I thought it was really working for us, you know?”

Rachel’s other hand starts to brush through Abby’s curls, untangling gently. She doesn’t say anything for a while before laughing quietly. “Oh my god. I get to be the crazy, fun aunt now.”

Abby starts laughing too, despite herself, wiping at her eyes before more tears can fall. “Oh please. You’re the kind of aunt that helps them open their first bank account and buys them a helmet to wear while riding their bike because their mom can’t even keep track of what day it is.”

“See, we have a plan.” Rachel squeezes her hand encouragingly. 

It takes a beat of silence before Joe’s voice calls from the kitchen, “So, does that mean I get to be the fun one?”

Rachel rolls her eyes and stands, Abby and Joe laughing. Rachel pulls her up, turning her to head down the stairs and face everyone. 

Joe is tossing a broken ice cube tray in the trash, pointing at it. “We’ll get you some new ones.”

Abby waves her hand at it, looking out the door to see Cam sitting on the back steps. Her arms are curled around her legs, and she makes no moves to interrupt what she’s watching. 

Zach is screaming, bright red cheeks and a vein in his neck standing out even from this distance. He bends down and yanks fistfuls of grass, throwing them at Townsend. He kicks a few rocks, then their tree gets the brunt of it. 

Edward is just standing there, hands in his pockets, nodding. He’s just taking it all, not saying a word. 

Joe is next to her, and he taps his knuckle against the door frame. “He’s taking it pretty well. Good practice.”

She hears the words he doesn’t say - Zach is throwing a tantrum.

Which is when she realizes the true weight of his words.

They get him and her and what did I get?

He never got to throw a tantrum. He never got to cry and stomp his foot to try and get his way. He never got to yell at his dad, and he certainly never got to yell at his mom, because, god, who knows what would have happened. 

Zach’s cheeks begin to shift from red, to pink, to pale again. He swipes at his eyes and gestures to the corner of the yard. Edward finally opens his mouth and says something and she decides it’s safe to head outside. 

She brushes Cam’s head as she passes her, whispering, “Thank you squirt,” when she offers a quiet congratulations. 

Zach and Ed look towards her and Zach shakes his head, wiping at his eyes harder and turning away, clearing his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to break your ice cube trays. I can buy you new ones.”

“Zach, yell at me.”

“What?” He laughs a little, facing her and swiping at his nose.

“Yell. At me.” 

Edward looks at her like she’s crazy and Zach matches his expression almost exactly and it takes her breath away a little. Will this baby look like him too?

“I’m…I’m not mad at you Abby.”

“You’re mad at something, or someone. Yell at me.”

His jaw clenches as he bites, “I don’t want to yell at you, Abby.”

“Do it.”

“Abby! Stop!” He makes a fist next to his side, voice a little louder.

She just keeps her voice calm, “Come on, didn’t you like yelling at Ed? You’re going to feel better, I promise. Yell at me, this baby, your mom, the world. Yell some more.”

“Fine! I’m mad that this kid gets to have you as a mom! And they get to have Rachel and Joe! And of course, I’m gonna love the stupid little thing and so will Cam and that’s not fair! They’re going to grow up being loved by so many people and I had no one! I had her! I had empty stomachs and no hot water and I was alone for so long!” He’s sobbing by the end of it. “And the worst part is, I can’t even be mad at her, right? Cause she tried, I think she really wanted to try! Or maybe she didn’t and that’s stupid! And it’s not fair, that they get you!”

He falls to the ground, shaking from his tears as he takes a sharp breath in. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

She takes several careful steps through the grass and kneels next to him. As he cries, she slowly moves her arm around him and the force that he turns into her shoulder and sobs steals the air out of her lungs. She presses a hand to his spine and another in his curls and breathes deeply, closing her eyes. 

She just holds him, as Zach cries and Edward sits down across from them. 

The sun shifts, the shadows change, and Zach just keeps crying. It’s heavy sobs, ones that have built for a long time and he can’t control them anymore. They come in waves, she knows they do, when you think you’re done and they’re fading, reaching the shore, but then another big one comes. So she just keeps holding him, her shirt and neck soaked in tears as her fingers scratch his scalp and her other rubs his shoulder. Because he never got to do this, he never got to yell and if he never got to yell, he never got to be comforted after it either. And she has a feeling he’s needed both for a really long time. 

His head slowly falls into her lap, and the crying becomes quieter, his shaking, heaving breaths start to even. 

She brushes his curls softly, his cheek pressed to her thigh as she watches tears roll down the one she can see. She kisses his temple as she promises, “You get me too, you know? I’m sorry I was late, but you get me too.”

His body curls, arm wrapped over her leg as his face pinches, more tears falling silently. 

The sun is starting its descent on the opposite side of the sky when his breathing is deep and even, his face finally relaxed. That kind of crying requires deep and intense recharging. 

She looks up when Edward whispers, “Zach suggested a swing set over there.” He gestures to the opposite corner before his gaze returns to his sleeping, grown son. 

Her fingers haven’t stopped running through his hair and she nods. “Sure.”

A tall shadow overtakes them as a deep, but quiet voice asks, “Little guy is tuckered out finally, huh?”

She laughs, wiping at her nose from where her own silent tears are finally drying up. 

Joe continues, gesturing to Zach, “So, he was supposed to get stuff for the apartment today…”

Edward nods, standing before crouching in front of Abby. She blinks, surprised, as he picks Zach up, like he’s a baby and not a fully grown, heavy, eighteen year old. 

Zach curls into him, head pressed to his shoulder and Edward smiles as he looks at Joe. “We’ll go with Cam, mind staying here and watching him?”

It seems like a joke, but they all know it isn’t. 

Joe and Abby watch him slowly bring Zach inside. Joe looks down at the grass. “Abby, he’s probably gonna run. And you can’t let him, okay? He needs you to come after him, and if you can’t do that…”

She squeezes his arm, walking towards the house.

“I’m not going anywhere Joe. He waited long enough.”

Once she’s inside, she pauses in the doorway, watching Edward cover Zach up with a blanket on the couch. He hesitates, and then kisses the top of his head before jogging up the steps. 

Zach’s eyes open, watching him disappear up the stairs, before they start to blink closed again, his body curling deeper under the blanket. 

She steps into the living room, leaving a kiss in the same spot, but when she turns, his fingers are wrapped around her wrist. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, his eyes still closed, squeezing her fingers. 

“Of course, kiddo.”

And when Zach returns to his apartment that night, there’s a box on his counter, filled with ice cube trays and a note from her, reminding him she’s always around if he needs to break something and needs a person to yell at. 

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[incorrectgallaghergirlsquotes]

Joe: Have you been yelled at by Rachel yet? Townsend: I'm not scared of her. Joe: So, that's a no.

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[doodle-do-wop]

Who's hotter for you- joe or townsend?

Ha

Haha

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA

You wanna know who's hotter?!

YOU WANNA KNOW WHO'S HOTTER?!

MR FUCKING MOSKOWITZ THAT'S WHO

I have never met a man in all my days who has off the charts rizz, beauty, and over all wet kitten vibes other than that man.

Goddamn he's one hell of a lad. Look at him!

But if I HAVE to pick between Joe and Townsend I honestly can't say I've got a solid answer. Townsend is pathetic enough for me to date but he just reminds me of the rat from Flushed Away.

Joseph is sad enough for me to date and he's got the hot rolled up sleeves to add to his already enormous advantage of not being British but also he likes fish and I don't.

Joe's wife however-

I guess Townsend just cause he's pathetic

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[cammie-morgan-goode]

Why did townsend just let Joe go?

Hi friend!

I'm assuming you're talking about the London bridge scene in OGSY, right?

Either way I personally think that Townsend just had a flight or freeze moment. I think he hesitated. I think he's just so sure that Joe is the bad guy but I think he hesitated because of the time and place and the amount of people that were present. I think he just always hesitates when it comes to Joe Solomon.

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