Early one morning Mickey Milkovich was in a deep sleep, he was dreaming of a teenage redhead, Ian Gallagher. Ian worked at Kash's store, Mickey had stolen Kash's gun and left with it. Trying to be a hero Ian went to the house to get it back. The two teens had fought for it. Before either of them knew what happened they were making out and ended up naked and then they started fucking.

That had been nearly 3 weeks ago, there was something about the redhead Gallagher that Mickey liked. He couldn't put his finger on it. As he slept there was a lurch in his stomach his eyes shot open and he ran to his bathroom nearby and upchucked the contents of his stomach. He'd been feeling under the weather for the past few weeks. He shrugged it off, possibly the flu or something.

He rinsed his mouth out and got dressed. He was going to go to the clinic and get checked out. No way in hell he flu last 3 weeks. There was something else going on. His father, Terry was passed out drunk on the couch as he left. The young dark haired teen walked to the clinic.

After a walk Mickey signed in and sat down waiting, he tapped his thumbs impatiently against his chest. He'd been waiting for what seems like forever. He was broken out of his thoughts when the nurse had finally called him after 25 minutes. He followed the nurse to a room.

The nurse had taken some blood, took his blood pressure, got a urine sample and sent it for testing. After another few minutes the doctor had walked in.

"Mickey, I'm Dr. Drake. How ya feeling today" Drake said.

"Like shit" Mickey answered. "Can't hold any food down, can't stand certain smell"

"Let's see what's going on. I'm gonna do an ultrasound of your stomach to rule out any possibilities"

"Do what you gotta do doc"

The young teen boy laid on the bed, the doctor lifted his shirt and squirted some gel on his stomach and turned on the ultrasound machine and put the wand against the cold gel. He started moving it around. Something had caught his eye.

"Well this is very interesting"

"What is?"

"Either you have a tumor in your stomach. Or you're about 3 weeks pregnant"

That had caused Mickey to look shocked more than he ever had in his life. Pregnant? Was this doctor on crack or some really good shit? He was a boy. Boys don't get pregnant.

"Doc I gotta ask what crack or good shit are you on because last time I checked I'm a dude. Ya know dick, balls, all that. There's no way possible I'm pregnant. It's inhuman"

Drake turned the machine towards Mickey and pointed to the blob on the machine. It did in fact look like a baby. "That's a baby"

Mickey's eyes grew wider. This wasn't happening. His father would kill him if he found out. He'd kill him, the baby and even possibly Ian. He can't allow that to happen. He kept staring at the screen when there was a knock on the door. The nurse passed him some papers.

"Well Mickey the tests and ultrasound confirm it. You are indeed pregnant"

The next few minutes were a complete blur, the doctor was saying shit about how he had to take care of himself during the pregnancy and all. What to do. What not to do. Something about prenatal vitamins. He drowned the doctor out.

He just left the clinic feeling numb, completely numb. His brain still trying to process it. He was pregnant. Pregnant. Having a baby. He couldn't be a father while he was still a kid himself. Especially not around his father, it was bad enough he was a human punching bag. He wouldn't dare subject his child to that. His and Ian's child.

Ian. Shit. Mickey had to tell Ian about this, it was his baby too and there was no way Mickey would hide this from the redheaded Gallagher. He trusted Ian way too much and didn't even know why. With Ian he can be himself. He can be free. He didn't have to hide who he was.

Walking to Kash's store he walking inside Ian was working the register, he smiled seeing Mickey. There was something about the dark haired teen boy he liked. He didn't know what he just did.

"We need to talk. In private" Mickey spoke first, after finally able to get his voice back.

Hearing that tone Ian frowned and led Mickey to the freezer. The other teen boy followed him and they went inside.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked worried.

Taking a deep breath Mickey answered. "I'm….I'm pregnant"