For once, the Alibi Room didn't look half bad. There were chairs set up all across the floor and the dance floor/buffet was upstairs, which Mickey had to close up shop for the day, and for good reason. It was his second wedding day.

Kev had basically taken over wedding planning. He took care of the food and drinks (Sheila insisted on baking the cake), and managed to get everyone else to pitch in too. Lip wrote and sent the wedding invitations, Carl helped steal decorations and flowers, Fi and V handled the clothes and makeup for everyone, and Liam was the ringbearer. Debby set the budget and the guest list, as well as basically ran the show and kept everyone in check (and other people away). Kev was also performing the ceremony himself, while Mandy made sure to capture the whole day on film. Everyone had a job and everyone kept their shit together. Almost.

Mickey wasn't even sure they were going to get married, the proposal was such a shit show. The whole Gallagher clan was having dinner together, just like old times, with Mickey and V in tow. They were yelling and laughing and everything was going fine. Great, even. Until Ian had to fuck that all up.

He stood up and got everyone's attention, like he was giving a toast or some shit. Instead, he said, "I have an announcement to make". Everyone held their breath.

"I'm going back to active duty. My bus leaves Monday."

That's when things got bad. Everyone jumped up and started screaming and Liam started crying, but not Mickey. He just sat there with a stone-cold straight face, no expression whatsoever. After some pleading and chastising and more screaming, Ian stormed off. "That's it! I've had it with this family! It's my decision and it's my life, so butt out!" He grabbed his coat and stormed out the door. Fiona and Lip started after him when Mickey finally spoke. "No." Everyone turned to look at him. "Let me talk to him first, alright?"

Ian was pacing up and down the walkway when Mickey came outside. He was ranting about something or other, but Mickey wasn't really listening. He was just there for a shoulder to cry on or a warm body to fuck.

"What will it take for you to stay?" Mickey blurted out. Ian turned around, tears in his eyes, wondering what the hell Mickey wanted from him. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me the first time." Mickey walked down the porch and onto the sidewalk, a few feet away from Ian. "What will it take for you to stay? I'm sick of this running away shit you always pull. What can I do to make you stay?"

Ian moved close enough so Mickey and him were toe to toe, nose to nose. Then, he leaned in and whispered as soft as he could, "Marry me."

Mickey backed up and spat on the sidewalk. "You gotta be fucking kidding me."

"I'm not." The tears started to flow from Ian's eyes as he stood tall, looking straight into Mickey's eyes. "Marry me, Mickey. That's what'll get me to stay."

Mickey scoffed and stared at the sidewalk until he heard a noise. Sniffling. "Shit," he whispered, as he looked up to see Ian in the beginning stages of a meltdown. "Ian, don't." He moved closer to Ian and sighed. "Is that really what you want?"

Ian stared at the ground and sniffed again. "Yes. That's what I want." "

Well alright then." Ian was in a state of disbelief. He couldn't believe it. "I don't believe you."

"Aw come on now, don't make me say it." Mickey hated when Ian pulled this shit.

"I am. I am making you say it. Say it Mickey."

Mickey sighed and dug his hands deep into his pockets. "Let's get married."

"No, not like that."

"What do you mean not like that?"

"Propose."

Mickey groaned and ran his hands over his face. "Don't be a little bitch, Gallagher."

"I will be a little bitch, Mickey. If I'm going to marry you, I want at least a half decent proposal."

Mickey groaned again, then looked around to make sure there was no one nearby. He also looked at the family room window to see the whole Gallagher clan watching them, with V up front and center. Mickey took a deep breath, then got down on one knee and looked into Ian's eyes. Better make this one good, or Ian would make him do it again.

"Ian Gallagher, the love of my life, will you marry me?" Mickey awaited breathlessly for a few seconds before a shit-eating grin spread across Ian's face and he pulled his new-fiancee to his feet for a kiss.

"Of course I will," Ian replied when their lips parted. As they kissed for a second time, everyone came swarming outside for hugs and light punching and congratulations.