Svetlana couldn't believe how nervous she was just to walk into her home that day. She wasn't even this nervous the first time she walked into this house over four and a half years ago. She should have been terrified then, because after that day her life was never the same. Because of that one fuck, the life she had once invisioned but then quickly realized would never happen actually became a reality.

She had a son who she loved more fiercely then she ever thought she could love someone. A husband, who after an extremely rough first couple of years turned out to be a decent person she truly genuinely cared for. She also got an Ian, who was like the perfect mixture of brother/best friend/husband rolled all in one. She'll admit now, years later, that her hatred for him at the beginning was mainly due to the fact that she knew no one would ever love her the way Mickey loved him. She knew as a whore she didn't deserve that kind of love but it still hurt when Mickey looked at her like she was the scum beneath his shoe & then look at Ian like he had hung the fucken moon.

As she got to know Ian she understood why Mickey had fallen in love with him because she had started to fall for him too. Not in a 'I'm gonna steal your husband' way but in a 'I want you in my life from now until forever because you make everything so much better' way. Which from the outside looking in sounds real crazy, but it worked for them. Besides that one Yevgeny incident, which they don't ever talk about anymore, Svetlana & Ian had become best friends who could talk about any and everything. So she didn't know why she was dreading walking through the door. She had text him earlier that morning telling him that she had something important she had to ask him & Mickey but she wanted to ask him alone first so if he could wait for his daily afternoon run until after she came home. He had replied that of course he would wait so they could talk.

So now she just had to stop being a little bitch and walk through the damn door. She had a whole speech planned out that she had worked on for days. Weeks really, because that's how long she had been thinking about this. But Svetlana was a dumb broad and shit never worked out the way she planned, so when she saw Ian sitting on the couch flipping through channels she yelled (why the hell she yelled she'll never know) "I WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER BABY!"

"What the fuck?" Ian said with wide eyes and a startled expression as he held the remote control clutched to his chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Or yell. Or start conversation like that." Svetlana sighed as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. She should have written it all down so she wouldn't look like such an idiot. "I'll try again. "

"Okay" Ian dragged out, still looking at her like she was crazy.

"Yevgeny needs siblings. It is no fun being only child, I know. I always wished for sister to play with or brother to protect me. And my Yevy will be a great protector. So I want another baby." Svetlana finshed with shrug like she wasn't sure if that's what she was supposed to be saying.

After a few minutes of awkward silence where Svetlana examines her nails and Ian has a blank look on his face he finally reacts.

"Shit. Okay. Yeah. We'll have to ambush him for this to work. Fuck, he's gonna yell and probably punch a wall. But then I think he'll come around to the idea. Because it's mainly for Yev. But shit it's gonna be bad. I think I'll be ok with it too I mean you are his wife. He'll probably need pointers on how to fuck again since he's usually the one getting fucked." Ian laughs to himself as he paces the living room. "Another baby, with Milkovich blue eyes, and maybe we'll get lucky and he won't be so damn grumpy like his dad." Ian continues to say but Svetlana stops him before he can go any further.

"No, no Milkovich blue eyes. No grumpy old man look. We have happy smiley orange haired baby like it's daddy, you Ian."

"Are you fucken crazy?" Ian yells "have you been inhaling cleaning supplies at work? Eating glue instead of helping little kids glue macaroni to the fucken paper like you're supposed to be doing? I can't believe you'd even think about having a kid with me. Mickey would kill us both" he finishes in a huff as he throws himself back on the couch.

"I watch you with Yevy, with Mandy's son, with Carl's daughter, you want your own baby. You are better parent than Mickey some days. I watch the need in your eyes when Yevy hugs you tight , you think I don't notice shit but I see everything. You deserve your own baby. And in selfish way it's best for me too. Go run, think about it and if answer is still no, we won't ever mention it again." Svetlana says as she walks to to kitchen to start dinner because she knows her boys will be hungry once they all get home.

Wednesdays are usually Svetlana's afternoons to herself, Mickey has the day off so he spends most of it with Yev. It's usually at the Alibi so the ex-pimp can catch up with Kev and the local drunks while Yev gets to play with Amy & Gemma. Other days she takes Yevgeny to work with her at the pre-school/day care place she works at. Sure, it's not the greatest place but it's a decent job with benefits and she gets to see Yev throughout the day so she can't complain too much. She was sure 'hand whore' was going to be the only job title she ever had but being a surrogate opened up a few doors for her and she gladly changed professions.

When Mickey found out she was actually going to go through with having a normal 9-5 job he sure as shit wasn't about to be the only parent who was still involved with an illegal job. Yeah, he would help Iggy with whatever shit he had going on on the side but that but was just when he was bored and needed the extra cash. Mickey was now a certified security guard, Ian said it was the perfect job since he knew just what to look for in a thief since he had been one for so long plus he had his experience from the Kash & Grab. Even though there wasn't any actual security work involved Linda was nice enough to say he had been a great worker when he asked for a recommendation. His usual and favorite place was up in north sides retirement living neighborhood. It was a bunch of rich old folks whose kids didn't want to deal with so they shipped them off there. Turns out old ladies found him quite the charmer and once he got used to the old people smell he kinda liked them back. So now they didn't have to worry so much about Yevgeny growing up known as the kid with a whore for a mother and a thieving drug dealer thug for a father.

The Milkovich's were finally moving on up in the world.

"Why me?" Ian asks Svetlana later that night as she's sitting on the toilet watching Yev play in the tub. "I'm crazy. I'm still trying to get my shit together. I'm working a crappy job at a book store and taking a few night classes at the community college. Why would you want me to father your kid?" he whispered looking around to make sure no one else heard.

"You are not crazy, you are bipolar, it is different. Yes, you have bad days but we help through bad days. You take meds and bad days are not so often. And everyone around here has shitty job." Svetlana finishes as she scoops up a hand full of bubbles to put on Yev's head.

"Mama, don't! If it gets in my eye ball then I'ma go blind!" Yev squeals as he wipes his face spreading even more bubbles all over his face.

Svetlana and Ian laugh as they throw more bubbles at Yev making him crack up and flay his chubby arms around getting soap everywhere.

"Okay little man it's time to actually wash your body, then it's pj's, one story..."

"And just one story Yev, no bitching about you can't sleep without reading twelve damn books." Mickey interrupts as he shoves himself in to the already cramped bathroom. "It already takes you hours to fall asleep and then some dumb asses decided that you needed books in your life." he continues as he goes to sit on the sink.

"Reading is good for children. Teachers at work say so." Svetlana says as she throws her husband a hand full of bubbles.

"Yeah yeah. Sure, when it's not your night to read to the little shit it's good for him but on your nights we hear you complaining in Russian so we won't understand what the fuck your saying."

"I understand what she's saying papa and it's not very nice." Yevgeny says as Ian rinses his now clean body.

"It is nothing too bad just saying that I don't know why I listen to stupid ass teacher" Svetlana says with a laugh.

As Mickey tucks Yev in and reads to him and probably complained about reading, Svetlana went about her normal routine of getting things ready for the morning. No matter how many times she told Yevy to put his shoes together she still spent hours searching for them. And it was always the damn right shoe! She could easily pick out a different pair each morning but her chubby blue eyed boy was on an Avenger kick so he had to wear those particular shoes. They were lucky that they had an assortment of superhero shirts or he would probably throw fits about his clothes too. As far as babies went Svetlana was sure she had won a baby lotto. Yevy wasn't a crier or much of a fit thrower unless he was hungry and he never really got to the point of an empty belly with the way he ate. Any time he ate it was like he hadn't eaten in days and would inhale his food. But she noticed that all the Milkovich siblings ate the same way, she figured it was because when they were small they didn't really have enough food to go around so they had to eat what they did have fast before someone else took it. Yev didn't have that issue, he would luckily never know what it was like to go hungry like his mama, papa or daddy had when they were kids.

"Why me and not your actual husband?" her orange boy says as she's getting ready to go to her room. "Why would you want to risk having a kid who might be bipolar like me?"

"Why take risk and have a good, big hearted baby with hair the color of fire?" Svetlana questions him back. "Your mother has six children, only one gets what she has. We have one baby it has less chance getting it, yes?"

"So we're playing Russian roulette with a kid and a disorder?"

"Good thing I'm Russian, so I win." She says with a smile as she continues to her room.

"I'll do it. Because I do really want my own kid, not that Yevy isn't my kid but you get what I mean. But we gotta tell Mick together. And maybe have a witness when he kills us both." Ian tells her as he pushes his hair back from his face and leaves his hands on his head. A move she's seen all the Gallagher siblings do at one point.

"We go to Alibi, that way we have lots of witnesses." She says with a laugh.