When Yevgeny woke up from his nap an hour later, Mickey was showering and Ian was sitting in the nursery in the rocking chair flipping through some scholarship packages that Mickey could receive for college. (Ian was still working for the paramedics [he had had to send in a doctor's letter claiming that he was fit to be in that kind of working condition], he had received all the training needed, and Mickey had passed his GED with quite a good score right before their wedding. They agreed that even in order to stay in the South Side they would be better off having two jobs between them instead of one, so Mickey decided that he needed to go to college, but not a full four years. His options were going to be slim, but he needed a legal job, and the best field that he could work in at the moment would be Embalming. There was a school in the city with manageable tuition rates that he could get into that provides classes for two years, and after that he would need to do an internship at a mortuary: and he knew a business that would give him one. Mickey was going to push himself for the fact that he needed to in order to pay for Yev's care. On the up side the paramedic group that Ian worked for had an exceptional daycare program and on the days that the daycare wasn't open, Fiona agreed to watch Yev if his parents or Mandy weren't available.)

Ian got bored and turned his attention to watching his son who very suddenly raised his head, neck, and part of his chest from the mattress, in a sort of cobra position and Ian stood up and nearly screamed, "Mickey! He pulled himself up! He did it! Come here!"

Mickey came running in wrapping a towel around his waist as he entered the room soaking wet, "Oh! Buddy! Good job! Ian, look!" Mickey said as he came to the edge of the crib and met his husband's side.

"I am looking, Mick. You're such a big boy, Yev!" Ian said as he looked down at their son and grabbed his phone to take photos. "We're so proud, Yevy!"

Yevy gave a few kicks and flexed his fingers and little and then went back down to his stomach. Ian smiled and took him out of the bed he said as he kissed his son's forehead, "Your daddies are so proud of you, tough guy."

Mickey sighed and wrapped his arm around his husband's waist, "No. You're tough guy. He's little tough guy. Ian Milkovich will always be tough guy." He pressed a kiss to Ian's cheek and then one to Yev's forehead. "Should we put the playmat on the floor in the livin' room?"

"If you wanna watch him while I shower." Ian said as his son started squirming around in his arms.

Mickey smiled and opened his arms, "I'll watch him." He look Yevgeny in his arms and made sure to get his arms right, to make sure that he would not be chastised by Ian for not holding their son wrong, his son practically melted into his arms. It felt so right for them to be father and son. "Buddy! Wanna go to the playmat with, Daddy Mick?" He asked in his high pitched baby tone.

Yev cooed and Mickey took that as a yes and took him to the changing table, quickly changed his diaper, and then took him to the playmat in the living room.

The playmat was ocean themed with little whales and fish hanging from the top of the mats arches. Everything was either pull-able or hit-able (all objects baby safe), and Yev loved it.

Mickey sat on the floor in front of the playmat and put Yev under the playmat, "Are you gonna party?" Mickey asked in his baby tone.

Yev cooed.

"Oh really? You're gonna hit the whale today? Do you think that when you go to nursery school that you'll pick up a cute girl or boy?"

Yev cooed and smacked the whale and gave several kicks.

"Oh, you don't know? That's okay. It is a little early. You're dad and I aren't really ready for that talk." Mickey brushed his finger against Yev's foot. "Your father and I love you. So does your mother. Even though she's not around much. Mandy loves you too. And also all the Gallagher's." Mickey chuckled, "Especially Debbie."

Yev giggled and smiled.

A few minutes later Mickey asked, "Do you love daddy Ian?"

Yev cooed and played with his hands.

"I knew that you loved him. Of course, you love him. He loves you. I love him and you." Mickey said in his baby tone as his son played away.

"You two are adorable." A voice said from a few steps away.

Mickey looked up and found Ian standing there, "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to know that you have been talking to our child and making conversation. It's adorable." Ian said as he looked down at his boys.

"Fuck you. I'm not adorable."

"Yes you are."

Thank you to LuckyShaz from AO3 for asking me to go into more detail about Ian and Mickey's jobs, and also thank you to Ladyofthe80s from AO3 for recommending the idea of Mickey talking to a babbling baby and Ian catching him (Don't worry this will definitely not be the only case! :) )