Ian woke up at 6 in the morning and groaned as he grabbed the glass of water on the bedside table. He took a sip of water and then ran his hand over Mickey's hair.
"Fuck." He sighed and pressed a kiss to Mickey's cheek.
"Good morning to you too." Mickey said as his blue eyes made contact with Ian's green ones.
Ian smoothed Mickey's hair, "I gotta go to work. Yev's still asleep."
Ian sat up in bed and Mickey followed, Ian threw his arms around Mickey's neck and tangled his fingers into Mickey's hair, he pressed his lips to Mickey's, "You need a haircut. After work?"
Mickey rolled his eyes, "It's not that long..." He rubbed his nose against Ian's cheek.
"I miss it being short and all sexy. We've been so busy. I wanna make you feel good about yourself."
Mickey sighed and pressed a kiss to Ian's cheek, "Alright. Alright. After work." Mickey bit his bottom lip. He loved it when he could feel Ian's fingers against his scalp and having short hair made it that much easier. No matter how gay Ian cutting his hair was.
Ian smirked and rolled off the bed, "I'll be home by four, hopefully."
Mickey watched as Ian stretched. His beautiful muscled body that he could imagine touching at that very moment. The body that he traced his fingers over in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep. That warm and inviting body that was his partners, where he always felt safe.
Ian threw on his uniform and pressed a kiss to Mickey's forehead, "Go back to sleep, Mick."
Mickey shrugged, "Like hell am I going to be able to sleep now, red." He let himself sink back into the mattress.
"Get some rest, Mick." Ian said as he brushed his hand over Mickey's hair. Mickey was ashamed to show it, but he was blushing so very hard on the inside that it just had to spread to his face, "I love you."
Mickey smiled and hesitated for a moment before responding, "I love you too, red."
Ian pressed a final kiss to Mickey's head, "I gotta go. People to save. I'll see you at four."
Mickey nodded, "I'll be here. Where the fuck else would I be."
Ian smiled as he grabbed his EMT badge and watched as Mickey smiled at him.
He headed out a moment later, leaving Mickey alone with Yevgeny yet again.
Mickey laid in bed for a while trying to go back to sleep, it was not as easy as one thought it was for him to just go back to sleep. Just as he was drifting off, he heard a whine coming from the other room, "Yev." He said to himself as he laid in bed. He got up a moment later and went to check on Yev.
Yev was in his crib sobbing and he looked uncomfortable, "Do you want a change, buddy?" Mickey cooed.
Yev continued to cry as Mickey lifted him out of the crib and carried him over to the changing table. Even after a quick change
Yev was still crying quite hard and Mickey was getting worried that he might pass out from the sobbing.
"What's wrong, buddy?" He jostled his son which didn't seem to help so he brought him into the kitchen and tried feeding him. Yev took a little food and immediately threw up on Mickey's shirt, "Fuck." Mickey said as he looked at the mess that was now on his shirt. "Are you sick, buddy?" He felt Yev's cheeks and immediately realized that they were warm. He settled Yev into the swing and put a pacifier in his mouth, which helped stop the crying, and then he ran into the bedroom to get his cellphone.
He didn't want to bother Ian at work so he phoned the next best person, Lip.
The phone rang for a moment and Mickey tapped his foot nervously and watched Yev. Lip finally picked up after a few minutes.
"Yo, who's this?" The boy on the other line said.
"Lip, it's Mickey. Yev's running a fever and Ian's gone? What should I do?" Mickey asked panicked.
"I'll be right over." Lip said. He hung up the phone and Mickey went to Yev who was now crying once again.
He picked him up and put him against his chest (on the clean side of his shirt) and tried walking around the room lightly bouncing the three month old in his arms, "Come on, little dude. I know that you feel bad, but uncle Lip's coming over and he's gonna help me make you feel better." He put Yev down on the crib mattress and stripped off his clothes so that he was just in a diaper. Yev wailed as the cold air hit his fever ridden body, "I know, buddy. I know." Mickey said as he picked Yev up again and continued to walk around the apartment trying to get him to settle down. Mickey brought the baby into the master bedroom where he took his shirt off and changed into a clean one that wasn't covered in baby vomit.
The doorbell rang a moment later and Mickey put Yev on his hip and went to answer it.
Sure enough Lip was standing at the door to the apartment, college textbooks in hand since he had come directly from a class claiming it was a family emergency.
"Lip. Fuck. Thank fuckin' God." Mickey said as he let Lip in.
Lip shrugged and kicked his shoes off with a chuckle and looked at Yev, "Hey, little guy. You not feelin' so hot?" Lip opened his arms and Mickey handed Yev over. Lip rested his hand on Yev's forehead, "Yeah. He's got a fever." He inhaled sharply.
"So? What do I fuckin' do?" Mickey asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.
Lip handed Mickey Yev and pushed past Mickey, "Uh... Where's your baby thermometer?"
"Fuck. There's a specific thermometer."
"No. But you typically use it rectally... You get my point?" Lip said as he put his books down on the kitchen table.
"Yeah. Um. I'll check in the bathroom." Mickey and Lip headed into the master bedroom with Yev and Mickey rested Yev on the bed and Lip watched him as Mickey went into the bathroom trying to find the thermometer. He found it in the medical box and brought it out to the bed.
"Do you have like Vaseline?" Lip asked as he rolled Yev onto his tummy.
Mickey nodded and went back into the bathroom and got the container of Vaseline and a towel.
Lip got Yev onto the towel, "Alright. Keep him distracted." Yev screamed as Lip inserted the thermometer.
Mickey was getting uncomfortable watching his son cry and scream in pain from the fever. He held Yev's small hand, "It's okay, buddy."
"Yeah.101.4. That's a fever." Lip said as he took the thermometer out. "Do you have baby Tylenol?"
"Yeah." Mickey went back into the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of baby Tylenol from the cabinet. He drew out the amounts that he needed into a syringe and then brought it back out to Lip, who had re-diapered the kid and was trying to get him to settle down.
Mickey opened the baby's mouth and shot the medication as Lip jostled Yev in his arms.
Yev screamed as Lip gave Yev back to Mickey, "Alright. So... I guess that that's all I can really do to help. Keep a close eye on him as he might have a febrile seizure. If he does turn him on his side just in case so that you're preventing him from choking on vomit and keep him away from hard objects or anything that could hurt him. If he has one call his pediatrician after the fact just to keep them informed. Oh and if the seizure lasts for more than three minutes, take him to the ER. If you need anything just call. Try wiping him down with wet washcloths to see if it'll get his system to cool. Fever's are a good thing." He patted Mickey's back, "And call Ian if you need him. He wouldn't mind coming home to help. And you know where to find me."
Lip left a few minutes later and Mickey was home alone with the sick baby.
He took Yev into the living room where they sat and watched Teen Mom as Yev's screaming calmed down from lying on his father's chest. Eventually, Yev fell back asleep and within thirty minutes of him taking a nap, his temperature had gone down, still elevated, but better than before.
Mickey sat there rubbing his son's back as the baby slept away, "You're doing so good, buddy. Daddy Ian will be home soon." He pressed a kiss to the top of Yev's head. "Sleep well, Yev."
Hola! Yea! New chapter! Sorry it's so short I've been consumed by family events these past few days and so it's been difficult to put time aside to write. :( Hopefully, things will become easier after tomorrow and I'll get to posting more longer pieces.
