Yev slept until ten, which was when it was time for his next feeding.
"Good morning, Yev." Mickey said as he lifted the three month old off his chest. Yev let out a few whines, "I know, buddy. I know that you're not feeling well." Mickey slipped his finger into Yev's mouth which seemed to calm him. "Does daddy need to take you to the doctor?"
Mickey waited a moment as if he was going to get a response, "Alright. Daddy will call the doctor." He carried Yev on his hip into the kitchen where he found his cell charging, "but first daddy's gonna call daddy Ian."
He hit the number one on his phone application and pressed call, a direct number for Ian.
The phone rang for a few minutes and then a very tired and worried Ian came to the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey, E. It's me and Yev."
"What's wrong?" Mickey could sense the feeling of worry rising in his husband's voice.
Mickey sat down on the couch in the living room and sat Yev in his lap against his body, "Yev's been runnin' a fever. I called Lip and he came over and helped. I just thought that you should know. He's really cranky. I'm probably going to have to take him to the clinic."
Mickey heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line, "I thought that something much more serious could be going on. Yeah, take him in. Do you need me to come home?"
Mickey looked down at the child in his lap, who was currently playing with a spare toy on the couch, "No. No. You stay at work. I'll take him in. I'll text you any updates."
"Okay. You sure?"
"Yeah, tough guy. I got him."
Another sigh of relief, "Thanks, Mick. You're the best."
"I know."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
They hung up and Mickey dialed the clinic and managed to get an appointment for one o'clock which was still hours away, however at the moment things were good. Even though Yev was still feverish he was no longer screaming as he was before.
Mickey rested him on the playmat and continued to watch Teen Mom as Yevgeny played peacefully on the mat.
At ten thirty Mickey fed Yev, who afterwards went down for yet another nap along with his father.
At one o'clock they were in the clinic waiting for the doctor's office to open up.
Mickey bounced Yevgeny on his knee and talked to him, "Yev, you'll feel better soon."
The baby cooed and Mickey felt his son's forehead- still warm.
"Yevjiny Milkovick?" A nurse asked as she entered the waiting room looking for her next patient. Mickey got up and put Yev on his hip, "Follow me." In the bland office Mickey sat in a chair and held Yev close. "So, this is Yevjiny Milkovick?" The nurse asked as she tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder.
"Well, actually, it's Yevgeny Milkovich. And yes this is him." Mickey said as he bounced Yev on his knee.
The nurse gave a rude smile, "Great... Now. What's his date of birth?" She said it like Mickey wouldn't know the day that his son was born.
"February 10th 2015."
The nurse checked her notes and seemed surprised that Mickey had gotten his birthdate right, "And your relation?"
"Father. Well, one of his fathers." Mickey said.
Yev drooled as the nurse nodded, "Ian Galliger?"
"No. Ian Gallagher-" He said as he over enunciated the -gher, "-is his other father. His non-biological father. I am his biological father, Michael Milkovich."
"Ohhhhh-" the girl said as she twirled her hair around her finger in a flirtatious manner.
Mickey raised his eyebrows, "His other father is my husband. We're gay."
"Ohhhh-" the girl said as she continued twirling her hair.
"Listen, either you fuckin' help me or I'm going to ask for another fuckin' nurse. The kid's fuckin' sick, He needs fuckin' medication." Mickey said as looked at the girl with anger in his eyes.
The girl sat up straight still with her fingers in her hair, "Right-, well, what seems to be the problem Mr. Milkovick?"
Mickey was not going to try to correct her anymore, he just needed to get medicine for his son and then get the hell out, "He's been running a fuckin' fever since he woke up. I told the clinic over the phone that this was what was going on." Mickey was losing his patience and apparently Yev was as well because he started to cry.
"Okay-.. I'll go get the doctor then." She turned and headed out of the room.
"Yeah! Go do that!" He looked at Yev and then stood up and laid him on the examination table and rubbed the little guy's belly, "Sorry that daddy got mad, little man. I just want someone to take a look at you."
Yev rolled his head to the side as Mickey dug into the baby bag and went looking for a toy. He came up with a rattle which he placed in Yev's chubby hands.
The doctor came into the room, "Hello, Mr. Milkovich?" He extended his hand. The man was fairly old with grey hair, it was the type of guy that Ian would have dated if it hadn't been for Mickey.
Mickey shook the man's hand, "I just need some help for my son. He's been screaming almost all morning. Been runnin' a fever."
The doctor nodded, "I'm so sorry about that nurse. She's new and she has no clue what she's doing, but we are severally low on staff." He then turned his attention to Yev, "Hi, Yevgeny. I take it that you're not feeling so great."
Yev shook the rattle and cooed.
The doctor took his temperature and then checked his eyes, nose, throat, and ears, "Alright. It seems like this little guy has a bad ear infection and some fluid behind his eardrum. I'll prescribe some drops that you put in his ear every few hours and I think that the infection is bad enough for antibiotics. I'll prescribe those as well, but don't forget to give them to him. Also, you might want to put him on a probiotic which will promote good bacteria in the gut so that the antibiotic doesn't give him tummy problems. Then I'll want to see him a week later." The doctor gave Yev a tummy rub and smiled at him.
"Thank you so much. His other father and I have been so worried. He's never been sick before."
The doctor nodded, "That's normal. Don't worry too much. However, keep an eye on him. Especially if he runs a very high fever. If it goes above 103 degrees just call."
They shook hands and Mickey picked Yev up and pressed him to his chest.
They got the scripts and then Mickey and Yev headed to the pharmacy. He pushed the stroller keeping his eye on Yev as they approached the pharmacy.
Due to Ian's job, Ian and Mickey had Healthcare that also took care of Yev. Mickey picked up the prescriptions and they started on their way home.
They reached the apartment once more at almost 3 o'clock, just in time for Yev's next feeding.
Mickey sat on the couch and rested Yev in his the crook of his arm and held the bottle in Yev's mouth.
Yev sucked it down with a pretty fast speed as Mickey rubbed his stomach with his free hand, "One more hour, buddy."
As Yev finished his bottle Mickey felt the urge to take a nap. So once Yev was finished he put him in the pack and play for a nap.
He rested his eyes only to be shaken awake what felt like a minute later.
Mickey opened his eyes and wasn't able to see clearly yet, sleep clouded his eyes, "What the fuck?"
"Hey, Mick. I'm home." Ian said as he ran his hand over Mickey's hair.
Mickey fought his instinct, to flail his arms and get the thing touching him off, but he remembered that it was just Ian's hand, "It's not four yet."
"It's almost five, sleepy pants." Ian said as he pressed a kiss to Mickey's forehead.
Mickey's vision cleared, "Yev?"
"Sleeping in his crib." Ian said as he slipped behind Mickey to lay down.
Ian wrapped his arms around his little spoon, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
"This is so fuckin' gay." Mickey said as he rolled his eyes.
Ian chuckled, "That's right. Just me and my partner. Gay as ever. Spooning my little thug of a husband." Ian stroked Mickey's hair.
"I'm not fuckin' little, asswipe." Mickey said as he delivered a little punch to Ian's shoulder.
"Compared to me you are." Ian said as he pressed a kiss to Mickey's cheek.
Mickey pouted, "That's because you're a fuckin' giant."
Ian pulled Mickey closer to him, "That's fuckin' right."
Mickey inhaled sharply, "I gotta pee." He got out off the couch and Ian followed him.
"Why are you following me? You're not going to fuckin' watch!" Mickey said with a smirk.
Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey's waist and almost lifted him up, "Because after you pee I'm going to cut your fuckin' long ass fuckin' hair, shortie."
Mickey squirmed trying to find a way to get out of Ian's arms, but Ian tightened his hold and lifted him up, "Put me down, assface! Put me down! Come on, Ian! Come on."
Ian shook his head and carried Mickey to the bathroom, he finally let Mickey go once he was in the bathroom.
Mickey went about doing his business as Ian went into the other room.
Ian came back into the bathroom nude as the day that he was born and Mickey stood there admiring his body.
"Why are you naked, red?'' Mickey asked in a teasing manner, his eyes trailing over the curves of Ian's body.
Ian let out a small chuckle, "'Cause I am, shortie. You complainin'?"
Mickey rested his hands on Ian's hips, "No, red. I'm not fuckin' complainin'." He took the next second as an opportunity to try to squeeze past Ian and run.
Ian was quick to tackle Mickey to the ground, both of them erupting in laughter, as Ian got on top of Mickey, pinning him to the floor.
"Hey, shortie." Ian said as he looked into his partner's blue eyes.
"Hey yourself." Mickey said with a laugh.
Ian sighed, knowing that Mickey was being difficult as a game, "Now, are you gonna get naked yourself or do I have to do it for you?" Mickey rolled his eyes teasingly. "Alright then, Milkovich. I guess that means I'm going to have to strip you." He sat on Mickey's hips and yanked his shirt off as he muttered, "We can't get your fuckin' hair all over the place, now can we?"
They both knew that Mickey was enjoying this a little too much, he liked being difficult on occasion so that Ian would have to take over, but it was always in good fun.
Mickey smirked as Ian took his pants and underwear off, "Alright." Ian said with a sigh.
He got off Mickey and grabbed his hand and pulled him up, "Sit on the floor."
Mickey sat there watching his husband pull things out of the drawers, he played with his wedding band.
"If you fuck my hair up, Red, we are going to have a real fuckin' problem." Mickey said with a laugh.
Ian plugged the clippers into the wall outlet, "How many fuckin' times have I cut your hair, shortie? And have we ever had a problem?"
Mickey brushed his thumb against his bottom lip, "At least sixty times. And no."
Ian ran his hand along Mickey's hair and brought it down to cup his cheek, "That's fuckin' right, shortie. I learned at least one good thing in basic." He pressed a kiss to Mickey's forehead and then sat down on the closed toilet lid.
"Yeah, yeah, Army." Mickey teased.
Ian put a number four attachment on the clippers and turned it on. He pushed Mickey's head down so that his chin rested on his upper chest and went at it.
"Is Yev still runnin' a fever?" Mickey asked as clippings of his hair came fluttering to the floor.
Ian had a face of hardcore concentration making sure that he cut everything below the top of Mickey's ears short, "Yeah. Low grade, but there. At least he's sleepin'." He switched the guard down to a number three and started taking more off creating a taper.
Mickey would be the last to admit it, but he loved it when Ian did his hair. It was extremely calming and he always did a good job, better than him going out and getting it done, "The doctor said that there was fluid behind his ear drum."
"Mmhmm. That's pretty normal though for a bad infection. We just gotta keep a close eye on it." He switched again down to a number 2 and continued to taper along the nape of Mickey's neck and his sideburns.
"He was in a lot of pain though, poor guy." Mickey said as he kept his eyes on the flooring, watching small piles of his clipped hair forms.
Ian switched off the clippers and grabbed a pair of shears from the box the housed their hair cutting equipment. He hadn't learned how to use shears in basic, but he had picked up the skill after Mandy had decided that she was going to cosmetology school and decided that he needed to learn so that Mickey could have 'hairstyles that were not only clipped down and that might be more suitable to his ugly ass face'. So, Ian had picked up the skill rather quickly and now would go over everything with them.
Ian went to work on trimming the top of Mickey's hair so that it blended in with the back, but also so that it had a good enough amount of length for him to grab onto.
It only took around ten more minutes for Ian to finish up and then Mickey jumped in the shower to shower off as Ian cleaned up.
Once the floor was clean Ian jumped in the shower with Mickey. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist and pulled him close. He took his hand out from around Mickey's waist and ran his fingers against his husband's hair, "Just as handsome as ever."
Mickey ran his fingers along Ian's waist, "I know. I'll do you tomorrow."
"We'll see about that Milkovich. I don't know if I can trust you with sharp instruments. You might chop my fuckin' ear off." He said as he nuzzled his face into Mickey's shoulder.
Mickey laughed, "Well it wouldn't be on purpose."
Hola! So I have got some bad news. My computer has gone to shit. I have to buy another one... Which obviously sucks. So updating might be a little slow, cause my computer is out of commission officially. Hopefully I'll get a new computer relatively soon, but for now I'll be typing on an iPad which is hella annoying. Anyways I'll be writing fluff and smut to fill the gap that my computer has left in my heart.
And now in memory of my computer, a eulogy.
In loving memory of my computer, Turing.
Rest in Peace Turing. You have been a great computer, even though you were a dinosaur. I will never forget the splendid times we have had and all the fluff and smut that is forever stored on your hard drive. Turing, you became a really shitty computer, but I will still love you. My piece of shitty technology that I adopted from IBM. My MacBook Pro. My computer of filth and trash of fandoms so that have been so elegantly displayed on your lid. I will never forget you Turing, you've been a good computer and a shit computer. Rest in pieces.
