As Yev finished the bottle Ian put the cloth in his pocket over Mickey's shoulder. Mickey hoisted his son over his shoulder and lightly patted his back until he burped {and by "he" the author means Yev and Mickey simultaneously}. Mickey rested the kid back into his arms and gave the baby a knuckle bump, "Now that my child, was a good burp. You will learn from the best."

Yev smiled and had a milk drool, Ian hastily grabbed the cloth and wiped his face as Mickey's phone buzzed he read the message quickly after noticing that it was Mandy, "It's Mandy. She wants to know if we want to do dinner."

"Tell her that we would love to. Our place is available. It might be the easiest option with Yev." Ian grabbed one of the several pacifiers that was on the table in the room and popped it into Yev's mouth and he pressed a kiss to Yev's forehead as Mickey texted Mandy back.

After only a few minutes there was another ding and Mickey announced, "She demands pictures of Yev."

"Will do." Mickey passed Yevgeny over to Ian and then took and sent several pictures of the small child with blue eyes. "Okay. I think that that is enough."

Mickey put a hand on his husband's thigh and squeezed it gently biting his lower lip, "You are such a good dad. Thank you for being here for us. I don't know what I would do without you." Ian could tell that Mickey's eyes were getting watery.

"Thank you for letting me come back after I ran."

Mickey chuckled, "I understand why you left. Watching me get fucked by a woman must have been a fuckin' nightmare."

Ian smiled at him, "Yeah. It was. But I dealt with it. Now we have Yev." Ian picked up his son's hand and ran his fingers over the wrinkles in his skin. "He's wonderful."

Mickey tickled Yev's feet, "Yes he is! Hi cutie! Hi cutie! Hi Yev!" Mickey said in his baby voice.

"See. There's the baby voice." Ian said as he poked Mickey with a free finger.

Mickey stuck his tongue out at Ian and then pressed a quick kiss to Ian's soft lips. Ian smiled when they broke apart, he could never be happier, in moments like these everything felt perfect. When it was him and Mickey and Yev, everything was good, at least in their world.

Yev's eyes started closing, "Ian, I think the little tough guy is going into a milk coma. He's probably going to sleep for awhile."

"I'm going to take him into the nursery." Ian said as he got up and kissed Mickey's forehead.

Ian took Yev into the blue room, a room that Mickey and him had painted soon after Yev had been born, and laid Yev on his stomach with his head tilted to the side, and he then popped a pacifier into his son's mouth. Ian leaned over the side of the crib and pressed a kiss to Yev's cheek, "Good night, Yevgeny Milkovich. Your father and I love you very much." As he left the room he flicked the light off and made sure that the baby monitor, that was connected to both of their phones, was on.

When Ian finally returned to Mickey, he found Mickey sitting on the couch with his eyes closed. Ian sat next to him and ran his fingers through the older man's hair, finding it hard to believe that the man was 21 and nearing his 22nd birthday, and that he himself was nearing twenty.

Ian got up and went over to the bookshelf and picked up the photograph book.

It had been Ian's personal duty to put together a scrapbook of all the photos taken of Yev and all the important photos of his family thus far.

He opened up to the first page which was plastered with photographs of baby Ian and baby Mickey (there were very very few of Mickey), there were pictures of young Ian and Mickey growing up throughout the years, and photos from their first days into their very "interesting" partnership. He flipped past the pages dedicated to pictures of Svetlana's life and information about the runaway mother, and flipped to the page that was dedicated to their wedding. It had been beautiful. It was filled with Ian's family and the parts of Mickey's family that he enjoyed, even Svetlana was there. They had gotten married only a few days before Svetlana gave birth to Yev (Mickey's marriage to Svetlana had only lasted a matter of months before they couldn't stand each other anymore). He fingered the edge of his favorite wedding photo, the one in black and white where Ian had a huge smile across his face and his arm was around Mickey's shoulder with Mickey's beaming smile as he showed his ring that Ian had chosen for him.

"I love that photo." Ian turned around to find Mickey awake

"I love it too." Ian said as he smiled at his husband. He pulled him in for a kiss. After the kiss broke Ian smiled at his husband. "So, I've been thinking-"

"What have you been thinkin', Gallagher?"

Ian chuckled, "Well, see it's just that. I think that I want to- change my last name."

"To what, Gallagher?"

Ian smiled and put his hand on Mickey's knee, "Milkovich."

A big thank you to maryellen590 from AO3 for suggesting that I go further into the story with how exactly they got married and why Svetlana left (which will be up for even further discussion later on in the story again) and how old Ian and Mickey are.