"Mick…. Ohhh holy fuck…...do something" Ian yelled in pain.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Major fuck. The babies weren't due for at least another 2 weeks. It was too early.

"We'll go to the hospital, it's too early for them to come," Mickey said, trying to stay calm. He didn't wanna stress or upset Ian anymore.

Ian tried to get up from the bed, Mickey helped him up and walked him out to the car. The redhead was still crying in a lot of pain, he clutched his stomach. Mickey put him in the passenger seat, he saw how much pain his husband was in and it killed him not being able to take it away.

"It's too early Mick" Ian whimpered. "It's too early I can't….ahhhhh shit!"

"Hey it's gonna be alright. I'm not leaving you, we're in this together. It's time to meet MJ and Nova. Our little babies are ready"

"I'm scared Mickey"

He grabbed his hand. "I'm here, for better or worse. In sickness and in health. Our vows remember"

Suddenly Ian slowly began going in and out of consciousness, that had frightened Mickey. "Ian? Hey. Ian! Wake up. Wake up!"

"T-trying"

Mickey had run around getting in the driver seat and he took off for the hospital. He sped down the roads running just about every red light and every stop sign he could. His babies were coming. He was about to be a father. A million things had ran through his head

Ian had kept slowly slipping into unconsciousness, Mickey had glanced from the road and saw him. He was more anxious than he ever was. Not to mention terrified. If anything happened to Ian or his babies. That be it. He wouldn't know what to do or how to move on. Ian and his kids were his life. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for them.

"Ian, hey Ian. I need you to stay awake for me. Don't close your eyes. Talk to me about anything" He had to get Ian talking. "Talk to me about the babies. About MJ and Nova"

A smile appeared on Ian's face. "When...when I imagine them… MJ...I see you. He'll have your hair…. My eyes… a mixture of our personalities...Nova… she'll have my hair...your eyes… she'll..she'll…" Ian slipped into unconsciousness.

"Ian? Ian! I need you to wake up. Wake up the fuck up Ian" Mickey panicked.

In record time Mickey arrived at the hospital he was in the hospital's entrance and rounded the car and lifted Ian up carrying him inside. Ian's weight was a lot for Mickey to carry but the dark haired man didn't care that was his husband, his family. He'd lift the world for them. He'd walk through the flames of hell for them.

"Can I get a doctor over here?!" Mickey called for help.

A nurse and a doctor had rushed over taking Ian. They sat him down.

"What's going on?" The doctor said, looking at Mickey.

"He's my husband, he's pregnant and I think he's in labor but he's 2 weeks early. Please you gotta do something for him" Mickey just about begged.

The doctor looked to the nurse. "Page the OB on call, we gotta get him up to labor and delivery"

"Right away doctor"

The nurse rushed and did as she was told while the doctor examined Ian. "Are there any medical conditions I should be aware of?" He glanced at Mickey.

"He's Bipolar. He stayed off his meds during the pregnancy. He was on bed rest, his doctor said something about his blood pressure being too high. It can cause preeclampsia. Could...could that be what's wrong?"

The doctor had quickly taken Ian's blood pressure and looked worried. "His blood pressure is 150/85. We gotta get him upstairs and stable"

The next couple of minutes were a blur for Mickey, Ian was put on a bed and was rushed upstairs. Mickey then shook it off and started to run after them. He wasn't about to leave his husband's side. Not for a second.

Looking down at his husband, he couldn't imagine life without Ian or their kids. He remembered what Ian had tried to say in the car. Their daughter, Nova, could have his fiery red hair and Mickey's ocean blue eyes. She could have Ian's freckles. She would be a beautiful mixture of them both. Ian always felt Nova would be like him, soft, caring, loving. She would definitely have either his or Mickey's attitude if not both combined. And Their son, MJ, would have Mickey's hair, Ian's apple green eyes, there could be a strong chance MJ would either have both their personalities. He would definitely have their strength and attitude for sure. Both of them would. After all they would be half Gallagher, half Milkovich. Half Ian. Half Mickey.

When they got upstairs Ian was rushed in immediately and they began prepping him, Mickey tried to follow but they wouldn't allow it.

"That's my husband please" Mickey begged.

"I'm sorry but you can't you're gonna have to wait here" The doctor told him. "We'll do everything we can for your husband and babies"

"Whatever you do, don't let them die. Please"

The young doctor couldn't make any promises ann he said in response was, "We'll do what we can"

Mickey felt his knees buckle as he collapsed in a chair. He was shaking in fear and anxiety. He did everything right to make sure Ian was safe during this pregnancy. He tried to keep Frank away as much as he could so Ian wouldn't get stressed. He tried to keep his husband away from anything and everything he saw as stressful. He kept him on bed rest as much as that was a pain in the ass Ian compiled for the sake of the babies.

The young dark haired man kept looking at the doors, Ian had only been in there for a half hour. God he wished he could be there. He wanted to witness the birth of his babies but they wouldn't allow him to be back there. Before Mickey knew he bounced his knee rapidly. He had remembered when Ian had proposed in the club.

*Flashback*

Ian was on the floor of a club beating down Byron, people around and staring. He looked at Mickey. He couldn't hold or hide it in anymore.

"I love you Mickey Milkovich, more than anything and if you'll let me I'd like to spend the rest of my life" Ian started stuttering trying to get the words out.

Mickey had spoken up. "Jesus Christ, save the fucking speech you pussy. I'll marry you. Of course I'll fucking marry you"

Ian smiled as Mickey helped him up, they gently touched each other's faces and held each other as they slowly kissed.

*Back to reality*

Mickey was broken from his thoughts when the Gallaghers came running in. Lip in front, Debbie holding Franny, Carl and Liam in the back.

"Where's Ian?" Debbie asked worriedly.

"In the OR. They won't let me back there" Mickey answered sadly, still looking at the door.

"How are you doing?" Lip asked his brother in law. He knew this had to be killing him, not being able to be with Ian.

"I'm fine" That was a lie. He wasn't fine. Far from it. He was terrified, anxious. But he wouldn't admit it.

One thing Mickey learned a long time ago was to stuff down all his feelings and emotions. He hid behind them with his tough, strong, and bold attitude.

"No you're not. It's ok to not be ok. You're not ok Mick"

He swallowed the huge lump in his throat, he bit his lip keeping the sobs in.

"Ian's gonna be ok, he's strong, a fighter. He's gonna be ok"

"His blood pressure was too high," Mickey choked out. "It's fatal to him and the babies"

"He's gonna be just fine. I know it"

A doctor had rushed out. "Family of Ian Gallagher?"

Mickey rushed over quickly. "I'm his husband. How is he"

"Mr. Gallagher had a seizure, and we're trying to stabilize him. The babies are at great risk as is he"

Feeling his knees buckle he almost fell, Lip and Carl had caught him. Ian and his babies were in great danger. And he couldn't protect them.

"We don't know if Mr. Gallagher or both babies will make it. Who do you want us to save if it comes down to it. Mr. Gallagher or the babies?"

That had just about shattered Mickey's heart. They didn't know if they could save his husband or his babies. And he had to decide who can be saved. Ian or his kids. How can he make that kind of decision? Choose between the man he loves or his children. He sat there froze as he shut the world out. What was he gonna do?