Mickey and Ian sat at the dinner table with Yev in his swing.
"Mick?" Ian asked before taking a swig of his beer.
Mick looked up from his food, "Yeah?"
"I'll be here tomorrow when you wake up. Just so you know. But tell him that I love him tonight."
"Will do." Mickey said as he twirled spaghetti on his fork.
Ian smiled at his husband and checked to make sure that his phone was totally charged, "Is there anything I need to get at the store."
"Diapers, wipes, toothpaste, shampoo, tissues, lube, and Ho Hos and Twinkies for me."
"Sure, twink." Ian said with a chuckle as he elbowed Mickey.
Mickey kicked Ian's foot, "I'm not a twink, Carrotboy." He had a sinister grin on his face.
"Okay, Milkovich. Whatever you say." Ian said as he got up from the table.
He cleaned his dish and stuck it in the dishwasher. "Mick. Do I look okay?"
Mickey got up and put his dish in the sink and then pulled Ian close, "You look sexy." He pressed his lips against Ian's and ran his teeth along the top of the younger man's bottom lip.
"Mick, I gotta go." Ian said as he pulled away hesitantly. "Can we continue this later?"
Mickey nodded as Ian pressed a kiss to Yev's forehead.
Finally Ian and Mickey embraced and exchanged "I love you"s because you never knew what was going to happen as a paramedic in the city of Chicago, and Ian ran out the door.
Once Ian was gone, Mickey scooped Yev up and took him to the small living area, "This is weird for me, Yev. Not gonna lie. Daddy Ian's normally around. Daddy misses him." Mickey lied down on the couch and then put Yev on his chest, "He'll be home in the morning. He loves you by the way."
Yev started to pick his head up and sniffle.
Mickey got up and cradled Yev close to his chest, "Yevy, don't cry."
He went into the kitchen and pulled the swing from the kitchen with his free hand. He placed Yev in it carefully and set it to a slow steady swing. It calmed the child down to the point that the crying stopped but the face of scrunchiness was still present. Mickey tickled his son's feet as he sat down on the couch, "Ticklish little Yevy! Who's a ticklish little guy!" Yev kicked and he smiled a little and even cooed. "Do you want a bottle?"
Mickey got up and headed into the kitchen to make a quick bottle. He grabbed a bottle with breastmilk in it and poured it into a microwave safe container and then heated it up and poured it into the bottle. Mickey finally brought over the breastmilk and he could tell that Yev was ready. He took Yev out of the swing, sat on the couch with his knees up in the air and his feet on the couch and he balanced Yev on his legs and started feeding Yev. Mickey switched on the TV and found the channel that was playing Teen Mom.
He would never admit it and Ian would never tell anyone about it, but Mickey was secretly addicted to reality television, including but not limited to: What Not To Wear, Queer Eye for The Straight Guy, Teen Mom, Say Yes To The Dress, and lots of shows involving plastic surgery. Tonight Teen Mom was on so that's what was going to be playing while Ian was gone. He needed to catch up on all the drama that had been occurring lately as recently he hadn't been able to watch due to having Yev around and having to be helping around so much.
It wasn't the best episode, there were no major fits going on lately which was rather uncommon and so Mickey wasn't really enjoying it. He actually fell asleep while watching it.
Mickey woke up to the cries of Yev around an hour later.
"Hey, Yev." He picked Yev up and carried him into the nursery. Mickey put him down on the changing pad and quickly changed his diaper. "All clean!"
After a moment he pulled a onesie out of the drawer below and rested it next to Yev. He cleaned up the table and washed his hands with Purell and then delivered raspberry kisses to his son's tummy as Yev giggled. "You're a funny boy. Just like your daddy." Mickey said as he kissed his son's tummy. "Time to get you dressed." Mickey slipped the onesie over Yev's head and buttoned it up and brought him over to the crib.
Mickey rested Yevy on his stomach in his crib and Yev started crying as Mickey removed his hands, so he placed his hand back on Yev's back, "Yev, it's time to go to sleep." Yev wailed, "What do you want me to do?" Yev started sobbing, "Do you want me to bring you into the big bed?"
He picked Yev up again and took him into the bedroom and put him on the bed on his stomach. Yev calmed down a little but was still crying. Mickey created a barrier so that Yev would not fall off the bed and then he grabbed pajamas from his drawer and threw them on his body. He tried slipping a pacifier into Yev's mouth, "Come on Yev. It's late. I'll do anything. I'll fuckin' sing!"
Yev stopped crying. "Oh. God. That's what you want. Fine." He put Yev on his hip and then went to brush his teeth and then turned off all the light as Yev started crying again, "Okay. I'll start. Okay. What do you want? Death metal? Motley Crue? The Cure? The Smiths?" He put Yev down and laid down so that Yev was in between him and the barrier. He smoothed Yev's hair, "Speak to me in a language I can hear. Humor me before I have to go. Deep in thought I forgive everyone. As the cluttered streets greet me once again. I know I can't be late, suppers waiting on the table. Tomorrow's just an excuse away. So I pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own. The earth laughs beneath my heavy feet. In the blasphemy of my old jangly walk. Steeple guide me to my heart and home. The sun is out and up and down again. I know I'll make it, love can last forever. Graceful swans of never topple to the earth. And you can make it, last forever you. And for a moment I lose myself. Wrapped up in this pleasure of the world. I've journeyed here and there and back again. But in the same old haunts I still find my friends. Mysteries not ready to reveal. Sympathies I'm ready to return. I'll make the effort, love can last forever. Graceful swans of never topple to the earth. Tomorrow's just an excuse. And you can make it last, forever you. You can make it last, forever you."
Ian walked in the front door at 5:30 in the morning, exhausted from work and he went immediately to the master bedroom to get some shut eye before Yev woke up. He opened the door and was pleased by what he found. Yev was lying in bed completely asleep and his husband was asleep on his stomach holding their son's hand.
"That's my boys." He tossed off his clothes got pajamas on and got into bed with them to join them in dreamland.
The song featured in this is Thirty Three by The Smashing Pumpkins