Ian awoke to the sweet smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen, he moaned a little bit in response to the smell and then hoisted himself out of bed.

He made his way to the bathroom and relieved himself and then went out to the kitchen where he found his husband at the stove cooking.

"Good morning, mumbles." Mickey said as he turned to see the red haired man entering the room. "How did you sleep?"

Ian wrapped his arms around his husband's waist from behind him and pressed his chin onto Mickey's shoulder, "I slept okay. You and Yev were cute last night. It was a nice surprise. Nice to come home to."

"It took him forever to go down. I had to fuckin' sing."

Ian picked his head up, "You, Mickey Milkovich, sang to Yev."

Mickey sighed, "Yes. And it magically calmed him."

Ian looked around, "Where's Yev?"

"Swing. Watching Teen Mom. Which also calms him." Mickey said as he moved a pancake from the stove to a plate. "All of which I found out last night."

Ian smiled, "I'm glad that you were able to keep him relatively okay last night."

"Ian, you gotta take your pills." Mickey said as he poured more batter onto the grill.

Ian nodded and recoiled and went to take his medications, "I totally forgot to show you the surprise I had stashed away that I mentioned yesterday."

"What surprise?" Mickey asked as he turned off the stove and grabbed the plate of pancakes.

Ian swallowed his pills and started making coffee (decaffeinated) for the both of them, "I mentioned it briefly yesterday. When Yev goes down for his nap, I'll show you."

"Oh, so it's a sex thing." Mickey said as he put the plate on the kitchen table.

"Yes. Can you bring the swing in here? I would but my shoulder's sore. I had to lift someone last night who wasn't in the greatest shape."

Mickey went to the living room and pulled the swing into the dining area.

Yev was semi-awake, due to a partial food coma that Mickey had helped put him into, "He ate already. Which is why he's food comatose." He grabbed the syrup from the fridge and put it on the table and then took his seat at the table.

"Thanks, Mick. You've been a big help." Ian said as he brought the coffee over and kissed Mickey on the forehead. "You're the best."

Ian sat at the table and poured syrup on his pancakes, even though it was almost noon they were having pancakes. It was a tradition, after work Mickey would make Ian pancakes to pretend like they hadn't lost any time.

"I hope they are good." Mickey said as he stole the syrup container from Ian.

Ian stared at Mickey and in a whiny tone said, "Milkovich that wasn't very nice. I was using that." as he crossed his arms and furrowed his brow.

Mickey stuck his finger into the brown sugary substance and pressed it onto Ian's nose and then kissed the tip of Ian's nose, removing the stickiness.

"We are not starting a syrup fight." Ian said as he ran his hand against Mickey's thigh.

He poured maple syrup over his pancakes with his free hand and they started eating their late breakfast. "Thanks for making breakfast."

"Just like old times." Mickey ate another pancake.

Ian smiled and looked at Yev, he adjusted the pacifier, and then pulled the sock that was currently slipping off Yev's foot back on.

They finished breakfast and put their dishes in the dishwasher.

"Alright, Yev. Time for a nap." Mickey said as he clapped his hands together and approached his son.

He scooped the little human into his arms and Ian wrapped one of his arms around Mickey's waist as they went into the nursery.

Yev was put into his crib and he went out like a light.

"Good night, Yev. We'll be here when you get up." Ian said as he stroked Yev's hair.

Mickey flicked off the light and they left to go to the bedroom.