One shot #1:

September 1st 2018

Today was a hard day for the Milkovich family. Ian and Mickey had trudged out of bed and they had really tried to put on a happy face, but it was nearly impossible. Mickey sat on the edge of the bed buttoning his white shirt, "I'm not ready for this, Ian. Could we wait another year?"

Ian took the blue tie (that was especially picked out to match Mickey's eyes) and draped it around Mickey's neck, "No, Mick. This really can't wait any longer. He's growing up." He set himself to work on Mickey's tie. "He'll be okay. It'll be good for him." Ian pressed a kiss to Mickey's cheek and then checked that his husband's fingers were covered with concealer (they wanted to make a good impression on the first day). "I hope that he got out of bed." Ian said with a groan. He pulled his husband close with his tie and kissed him. "He'll be okay."

Ian left the room and went to go check on Yev's progress on getting ready, "Yevy. Are you getting ready?"

Yevy stood in the room butt naked, "Yes."

Ian kneeled on the floor where the clothes were laid out, "Let's get you dressed buddy."

"No!" Yevy screamed as he started to run.

Ian was soon following the path that Yevy had ran. Due to this happening on multiple occasions, he knew where to find Yev. Under Mickey and his bed.

Mickey smiled as Ian walked into the room and gestured for him to come closer, Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey's neck as Mickey whispered, "Under the bed. Naked. Again."

Ian sighed, "Where's Yevy? Where's Yevy?" He picked up the sheets and he started hearing giggles. "He must be around here somewhere."

Yevy poked his head out from under the bed, "I'm here, Daddy."

"There you are!" Ian said as he pulled his son out and up from under the bed. "Time to get you dressed for preschool. You don't want to be late for your first day."

Yev drove his face into Ian's neck and nuzzled his face in, "No, Daddy."

Mickey wrapped his arms around Ian's waist, "Why don't you let me take him. You need to get ready for work, tough guy." He kissed Ian's neck.

Ian handed the heavy three year old over to Mickey and Mickey left with the child to dress him.

Ian pulled on his work pants, a white tee shirt (which he tucked in of course), threw on his paramedics jacket, and then put on his regulation shoes. When he went to the bathroom to make sure that he looked decent he noticed how tired he looked, he was tired, but it was all worth it. He had an amazing life with his husband and their son, who was growing up way too fast for his taste.

Within what seemed like moments Yev was dashing into the bathroom in black jeans and a black and grey striped shirt. Ian was stunned for a second because Yev looked so very similar to his husband. He looked like a clone of Mickey that was just a lot smaller. His hair was sticking up in all directions, "Mickey!" Ian shouted trying to get his husband's attention from another room.

His husband soon came jogging in, "Yeah, hon?"

"Ooh! Hon? That's a new one. Anyways. You need to either take Yev to get his haircut or do it yourself, and based on last time that's going to be difficult." Ian grabbed a spray bottle from below the sink and started spraying Yev's black hair to try to get it to stay down.

Yev whined, "No."

"That part's done bud." He took a comb and gently combed his son's hair to the side and made it look more presentable.

"Yeah. I'll deal with it when I'm done with work. I'm picking him up at 12. Don't worry. And then he can go play in my office."

Ian rolled his eyes as he picked Yev up and carried him out to the kitchen, "I don't want him around dead people, Mick."

Mickey started the coffee maker and pulled out their portable coffee cups, "He's not going to be near my table. If anything the only thing that he will see are my pumps and bottles of chemicals that are up high so that he can't grab them. I have a computer. I'll put a tv show on."

"Okay. That sounds better. Make sure that he doesn't get into anything dangerous." Ian kissed the top of Yev's head as he made Yev a bowl of cereal.

The three year old was sitting at the table patiently waiting for one of his father's to deliver his cereal.

"Yev. Do you want to drink?" Mickey asked as he headed to the fridge.

Yev looked at his feet and kicked them in his booster seat, "Apple."

"Apple it is." Mickey poured apple juice into a sippy cup and handed it to his son who accepted it with his chubby little hands.

Ian put the cereal on the table (classic cheerios with strawberries sliced on top), "Yev, what do you say to Daddy Mick?"

"Thank youuuu!" Yev screeched.

Ian put his hand on Yev's shoulder, "Yev, what have I told you about using your indoor voice?"

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Ian said as the small child wrapped himself around Ian's mid section.

Mickey kissed the top of his son's head and then went to go pour the coffee.

After the coffee had been poured they all sat around the table for breakfast. Mickey ate cereal and a banana along with his coffee and Ian made an egg for himself, "Mick, what time do you get off work?"

"No later than 3. Then we'll be home. You can text me when you are ready to be picked up at work."

"Sounds good."

When their meal was complete they stashed the dishes in the sink and packed the baby bag with anything that Yevy might need throughout the day, such as an extra change of clothes, some toys, a pacifier, a spoon, wipes, a book, any thing to keep him functioning for the time that he would be away from his parents.

Before they left the house Mickey made sure to ask if Yev needed to go potty, the answer was no and so they were off.

They headed to their new apartment buildings parking garage and found their car. The slightly beat up red Honda Civic that was actually a wonderful car. Ian was in charge of getting Yev into the carseat as Mickey was in charge of loading the baby equipment.

Once everything was ready Mickey took the wheel, as he now officially was a legal driver, and Ian took the passengers seat and they left for a small suburb that they both worked in and that Yev was going to go to preschool in.

The suburb was only twenty minutes away which was a nice commute for the Milkovich's as it meant that Ian would never have to respond to a call at his own home and that he would never have to deal with the danger of being a paramedic in a big city. It was easier and less stressful on the family and it also provided them a safe distance so that they didn't have to be constantly thinking about their work when they were at home.

The only unfortunate thing about the drive was the fact that for twenty minutes they had to listen to CDs of children's music, which to Ian and Mickey was very boring, and Mickey was starting to swear that if he heard The Wheels on the Bus one more time he would become homicidal.

Mickey pulled the car into the pre school's parking lot and parked the car, "You get him out?"

"Sure." Ian said as he got out of the car.

They got Yev out of the car and the baby bag. They headed up towards the door of the pre school it was a squat building that was very nice looking and it had a nice and safe looking gated playground in the back.

Ian and Mickey entered the building and found the teacher in the hallway.

Ian clutched Yev closer to his chest.

"Hello, I'm Ms. Smithson." The woman was rather short (around Mickey's height) she reached her hand out and Mickey shook it.

"I'm Mickey Milkovich, and this is my husband Ian Milkovich, and this is our son Yevgeny Milkovich."

"Hi Yevgeny."

"Hi." Yev hid his face in Ian's paramedic jacket.

They made some small talk and then it was time for Yev to go play with all the other kids.

Mickey scooched closer to Ian and the teacher gave them time to say goodbye.

Ian rubbed Yev's back, "Be a good boy today okay? Daddy and I will take you for ice cream tonight if you are good."

Yev nodded but started to cry.

Mickey's heart started shattering, his little boy was growing up, "Kiddo. It'll be okay." He motioned for Ian to pass Yev over, which Ian did. The crying baby was soon in his arms and soon he was trying to calm him down, "Yev. Calm down." He rubbed Yev's back as Ian reached into the baby bag and grabbed his lovey. Ian handed Yev the dinosaur and Yev held onto it tightly as he rubbed his face into Mickey's jacket shoulder.

"I don't wanna, Daddy."

Mickey's eyes watered and he turned to the wall so that no one would see, "I'll be back soon to get you. Okay? Be good." He pressed a kiss to his son's head and then one of the several teachers came up to Mickey and took Yev away which resulted in an increase of screaming and crying as he was led down the hallway.

Ian hung up the baby bag on Yev's cubbies hook and then wrapped his arms around Mickey who buried his face in Ian's shoulder. Ian buried his face in Mickey's hair.

They were both so emotional, they both had agreed that they would try to maintain their strength but they couldn't when the moment actually came.

"I don't wanna leave him, Ian." Mickey said as he picked up his head and wiped his eyes and sniffed trying to make himself look like he hadn't been crying.

Ian kissed the tip of Mickey's nose, "It's just for a few hours. And then he'll be back with us."

Mickey nodded as he grabbed Ian's hand. They could hear Yev crying and they knew that they needed to get out for their own sake. They exited the pre school, returned to the car, and reluctantly drove to work.