"Yevy. Baby, baby, baby, Yevy." Mickey said as he bent over the edge of the crib and wiggled his three month old son's toes with his fingers. Yev giggled and tried to roll over on his stomach, "No. Yevy. We're going to go wake up Dadda Ian." Mickey scooped his son out of the crib and cradled him against his chest.
He carried him out of the nursery and brought Yev into the small master bedroom where the love of his life was wrapped up in sheets, sleeping like a baby, lightly drooling on the pillow.
Mickey stood there for a moment admiring the redhead who had forever captured his heart, his sometimes sick sometimes twisted heart.
He climbed onto the bed and got himself under the sheets and placed Yevy in between him and Ian. Yevy grasped onto his tattooed finger (the K) and Mickey wiggled it and smiled, "Hey, sweet boy."
Ian's eyes fluttered open a little, "I'm guessing that that was directed at me." Ian said with a smirk.
Mickey chuckled, "mornin', Firecrotch." Mickey lended over and kissed, "The first one was for Yev, but you're hot."
"Oh well because you were calling Yevy sweet I'll let it slide." Ian said as he reached his arm over to Mickey and stroked the boy's black hair. Mickey smiled his cheeky grin as Yevy put his father's tattooed finger into his mouth. "Everybody thought that we couldn't do it. Two dads, one with lots of tats who had been in juvie a few times, but hey here we are."
"And we are doing great." Mickey said as Ian rubbed Yev's stomach.
Ian smiled as the baby suckled on his husband's finger, "He's so much like you. He's so fiesty, yet so sweet."
Mickey wiggled his finger, "He's a lot like you, Ian. I see more and more of you in him each day."
Yevy spat out Mickey's finger and started to cry.
"I'll go clean him up. What do you say about giving him a bath, Mick?" Ian suggested as he lifted Yev onto his chest.
"Yeah. Guess that is a good idea. I'll go get the sink ready." Mickey rolled out of bed and headed into the closet to get the baby tub that him and Svetlana had gotten as a baby gift from his brother, Iggy. He brought the tub into the small kitchen and managed to wedge it into the kitchen sink as Ian brought Yev into the kitchen. The little boy was naked and Ian was carrying a clean diaper in his opposite hand as Mickey flipped on the water to warm.
Ian put the clean diaper on the counter as Mickey slipped off his shirt.
Ian laughed, "Mick, what're you doing?"
"I don't wanna get my shirt wet." Mickey said as he smirked at Ian and pressed his hands against Ian's lower abdomen. "Why don't you take your shirt off too?"
"Okay." Ian handed Yevy over to Mickey and then slipped his shirt off over his head and then tossed it across the room. He checked the temperature of the water with his finger making sure that it wouldn't burn Yev's delicate skin. "I think your bath is ready, Yevy." Ian said as he tickled Yevy's stomach.
Mickey and Ian settled Yevgeny in the baby bath, making sure that he was reclined at a level that would not allow him to drown and so that he would be able to move around freely.
Yev flailed his chubby arms around as Ian dripped warm water over his stomach with a wet washcloth. Mikey's fingers danced along their son's feet, distracting him as Ian washed the 3 month old's sprouting dark hair (which he clearly got from his father). Mickey was in charge of washing Yev's body as Ian started making breakfast. Once Mickey had finished washing Yev's body he lift him out of the bath and into Ian's towel lined arm, the towel was courtesy of Mandy and it was a Mickey Mouse ear hooded towel that Mickey found hilarious. Ian wrapped him up the towel and held him close to his chest and took him into the nursery to change him into some clothes while Mickey finished up breakfast.
The breakfast for today was a simple round of waffles, bacon, and coffee, and of course breast milk (from Svetlana [who had absolutely tons of breast milk to spare]) for Yev. As the waffle iron started heating up Ian brought out the newly dressed infant who was squirming in his father's arms, just waiting to get into his other father's arms.
"Hey, buddy, wanna go see you Daddy." Ian said as he walked over to Mickey with a smile across his face.
Mickey couldn't help but smile intently, it made him so happy to see that his life had been turned around so much, "Hey, little tough guy." Mickey said as Ian placed him into his arms, they both held his together for a moment smiling at the little child they were raising together.
Eventually Ian slipped his arms out and Mickey held Yev close as Ian heated up the bottle, "Couch?" Mickey asked as he walked over to their living space.
"Sure. We gotta nurse him somewhere." Ian said as he placed a pitcher with water in the microwave. "You wanna feed him?"
"Fine." Mickey said as he gave Yev the "K" back to suck on. "I got a cloth in my pocket."
Ian smiled at him, "Good thinkin'." Ian pulled the bottle out of the microwave.
He joined Mickey on the couch and handed him the bottle. Yev latched to it pretty fast, unlike when he was first born, now a days he was a good eater.
"Yeah, are you gonna be a good eater for your daddies?" Ian asked as he ticked Yev's toes.
Yev smiled as he continued chugging his milk, "I think that's a yes! I think that's a yes!" His tone had changed into his baby voice. Something that made regular appearances around Yev and was not at all uncommon around other small children now.
"Ian. The baby talk. Seriously."
"Come on, Mickey. You do it too, and you know that you do."
A red blush spread across Mickey's cheekbones, "I do not."
"Yes. You do. You get so sweet with him. It's really important that he feels safe with you."
Mickey scoffed, "I'm not going to be that gay who is all mushy and stuff."
"You don't have to be that gay. You're you, Mick. But the fact that you bring down your defenses with him is important, cause it's what your dad didn't do."
Mickey nodded and went back to watching his son eat, "He's a fighter."
"Just like his dad. He'll take care of what he loves no matter the cost because he is a good man, just like his dad."