AUTHORS NOTES

This may sound like the beginning to fanfictions already made, Mickey in New York, time has gone by etc.

But I am going to make sure that this doesnt sound like the others. But Keep in mind I was inspired and influened by the other talented writers

on this site I just had to make my own, kinda like it. I hope you enjoy it, reviews are welcomed ;)

It was late at night when Mickey was wiping the remaining cum off his body. Fuckin' Gross he thought to himself as he was washing off the remains of some no name guy, who was still sitting on his bed. He looked at the time on his clock and noticed it was almost 5:00 in the morning, and knew that he would be getting a decent days sleep before he started his night shift at the seedy dollar strip joint. He was cleaning up the rest of the mess he had made when the 'no name' guy tried grabbing for Mickey to pull him to bed. Probably wanted to cuddle or something gay like that.

"Get out" The harshness of the words didn't phase Mickey once he spoke them, he's said this to many no name guys before apathetically. Mickey couldn't feel bad, he had given them all fair warning what they were getting themselves into, and Mickey always had the rule of No Cuddling, No spending the night.

"You're a new kind of asshole aren't you!" Said the no name as he was gathering his things. The gayness of his voice irritated Mickey, why the fuck do they all sound the same? "You think you're so original, but you're really not. You're just like all the other ones. To stupid to realize what he's lost" Mickey just lit a cigarette and waited for him to get the rest of his shit and just leave. As he turned around and out the door, Mickey couldn't help but also realize how he walked. Like a fucking woman in heels, swaying his hips as if he was showing Mickey what he had just given up.. Pathetic. Once he was gone, he locked the door behind him, turned off his lights and went to bed.

Mickey couldn't sleep however, he sat in bed wondered what his life has become. It was better then life in Chicago; but no matter where he was he felt something inside was missing. Mickey had a stable job that he was good it, he had his own shitty apartment. He had cable and a cell phone, and a couple other luxuries. Though being a bouncer paid well enough to get by, he always had spare cash on him. Mickey made money on the side being the "Muscle" to a lot of woman from the strip club. The women would take different clients to the nearest shady motel, and earn all the money they didn't make at the club. All Mickey had to was stand outside the motel doors and listen for any screaming or shouting that was unusual and bust in, usually holding the pistol he kept in his waist band. Easiest $300 a night.

Mickey didn't spend a lot of his money, not that he was saving; but he really had no reason to. Other than paying for his rent, utilities and cell phone once a month he didnt pay for anything else. His fridge was only filled with beer and condiments, while his freezer was filled with mostly pizza bagels and chicken fingers. To him, Mickey was doing just fine. Everyday when he got home he would take the cash he earned from his back pocket, and shove it in the night stand drawer beside his bed. When he went out he would only take what he thought he needed and left the rest. Didn't even bother to count how much he had in there, the pile grew a lot in the past four and half years that he thought counting it would take to fuckin long.

The more Mickey thought about his life, the more he felt that empty whole inside him get bigger. He had money, sex, and booze but nothing quite filled that spot in him the way he had hoped. He thought about his past life, and wondered if things would be different if he was still back home in Chicago. Once he started to think about life back home, he felt his eyes get heavy and his breathe slowed down, and old memories began to lull him back to sleep.

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"Congratulations. Looks like you two are going to have a boy. I'll go the picture for you two, Ill be right back" The doctor had to maneuver his way around the small room to get through the door. The doctors office was small and quaint and didn't really seem like much of a clinic, but Mickey didn't expect much. When the doctor came back in he held out a picture of the baby boy that Svetlana had been carrying.

Mickey was astonished by the size of the thing. Mickey didn't know that babies grow in the womb that fast in just 3 months. "Look at the size of that thing!" He held the picture, smiling for what seemed like to be the first time in the last month or so. "3 months, that things gonna be a monster!" He chuckled as he held the photo out for his Russian wife, then showed the doctor again in amazement.

"Correction... He's not so much a 'monster' for a fetus that's only 3 months. He's about the right size for a fetus that's 5 months, any younger I definatley wouldn't be able to give you the gender" The doctor chuckled a little not realizing what he had just told Mickey. "Remember to take your prenatals and be sure to call me if there are any questions" The doctor held out his card and he left the room...

Five months? There's no way that it could have been five months. He only met her 3 months ago, and married her only a couple weeks ago. Sure, she looked a little chubby at the wedding but she hid it well. Mickey may have been an under achiever in school but he knew how to do basic math... perks of dealing and being in and out of jail, you learn how to count properly.

Mickey woke up from his dream. He wasn't in a sweat or anything, but the memory of the dream seemed to alarm him. Dodged that fuckin' bullet He thought to himself, but still trying to comprehend if the memory that came to him was either a good dream or a nightmare.

Mickey knew what a shit father he would have been if things were to be different. He knew he couldn't support a child, and would probably be in and out of its life by constantly going back to jail. When Mickey realized that the baby wasn't his, he didn't know if he felt relief or just plain pissed off at his whore wife. He knew he dodged a bullet- but by that point it seemed to have been to late.