what happens after

thank you

mickey being his usual self in bed, stayed in the "small spoon" role, while ian was the big spoon, ians arms wrapped around mickey as mickey held ians hand which was sat in front of him "mm.. mick get up" "not now.. my asshole is on fire..." mickey murmurs "oh im sorry, want me to kiss it better?" ian lets out a soft chuckle "jokes aside Milkovich, did you forget we have someone else living here?" ian smiles as he squeezes mickeys ass through his briefs.

"she's probably sleeping... it's like 7 am.." mickey mumbles under his breath, "I know, but it's different now mick, we have a kid now, well... sorta.. but we have to take care of her to prove that we will be good parents if we wanna start a family we have to take this seriously!" ian yells softly, close to a whisper. mickey chuckles and smirks "your dad talk is turning me on" mickey teasingly says, mickey tried pretending he went back to sleep so then ian could stop harassing him. 

ian heard a door creak open, "amelia.. she's up early.." ian sighs as he shakes mickeys shoulder lightly "come on mick, get up!" he grunts, he sits up and palms his face... rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his ginger waves. mickey rolls over and gets up so he doesn't get his loving husband all worked up.

both men had gotten dressed and headed to amelias room, she was sat on her bed staring out through the window "hey, what got you up so early in the morning?" ian questions the young girl "hmm.. the sun was too bright!" she smiles as she points to the window directly in front of her, ian chuckles and nods his head in the direction of the kitchen where mickey had started cooking breakfast "cmon, mick is serving" 

ian and amelia walked hand in hand into the living room, amelia plops herself down on the couch and turns on some toons while ian kept walking to the kitchen as swung himself into a kiss with mickey "smells great" ian grins which made mickey all flustered, ian pinches mickeys ass through his shorts. "whatever, you're getting less" mickey rolls his eyes with a little smirk on his face, "fine by me" ian chuckles as he reaches over to whisper in mickeys ear, nibbling on his earlobe and moving his way down to kiss his neck "we have a kid now, fuck face" mickey grins giving ian a slight push-away.

"so now you realise we have a child?" ian glares at mickey "whatever" mickey mutters, amelia walks over to the counter and hops onto a stool "what's for breakfast?" she mumbles "just some pancakes, do you want fruit with it?.." mickey asks, "I love berries" shes giggles, it made mickey.. happy? all though he didn't want to admit it.

"so, why don't we sit down and watch a movie? maybe head to the park.. or.." ian suggested "let's stay in, what do you want to watch amelia?" he questions.

mickey tried his best to get close to amelia to show that he wasn't his father or at least to make ian happy, and it seemed like it was working, ever since amelia had come for a week visit, ian had been over the moon and bursting with excitement. mickey thought it was just because ian loved kids, just a huge teddy bear and a soft heart when it came to tiny midgets with 2 arms and 2 feet... but having a kid never really bothered mickey, mickey was just terrified he would do something to the poor kid and hurt its feelings... even worse, hurt her. physically.

ian on the other hand loved kids, well... he sort of had to love kids due to him living in a small house filled with kids throughout his teenage years- all the way up to his 20s. just like when Debbie and carl had run that babysitting business and ian would help, he actually needed to like kids to actually be around him, and since half of his family was younger than him he might as well take care of them as if he's their dad. mostly since frank wasn't there for half of their life.

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both men had no clue they would be living in the westside, in their luxurious apartment while sitting in their all-white living room and watching a kid-friendly movie with a little girl sitting in right by them, just from wanting a gun back, huh... crazy.

mickey was cuddled up next to ian, the usual position they spend while watching the movie but they still had many positions to sit in, mickeys head lying in ians lap, or the other way around... ian lying down as he cuddled mickey, many more. today they just sat up in the corner of their couch as mickey nuzzled his face into ians neck, amelia giggles and asked "can I join?" she smiles. mickey looks over to her and nods "come here" she runs shuffles down to the other end with them and sits in between them as mickey trapped her in the hug.

the movie was still running in the background, it was already 1 pm, they were binge-watching all the Disney princess movies, amelia's personal favourite was the redhead from brave and a bit of the sleeping pink lady, she adored them and looked up to them. both men had their little girl trapped in between them, they all fell asleep within their cuddling until ian had woken up a few seconds later as the colours glaring of the flat screen tv had caught his eye.

he pecked his husband's cheek and pecked amelia's forehead, as he got up trying not to wake both of them, he grabbed amelia from out mickeys arms and walked over to her bedroom which was just down the hall, he placed her into her bed and brought the sheets over her while he could let her sleep in peace. he closed the door behind him and walked back to the living room, mickey must have woken up for a quick minute because his position had moved, he was laying down on the leather couch and had his arm falling off the couch. "mm.. ian..." he murmured in his sleep, ian could hear him very slightly and giggle, he reached for the throw on-blanket which was on the armrest on the couch. he placed it over mickey and tucked him in as if he was just an 8-year-old boy who was sleepy after a day of school, he kisses his forehead and sat down on the single couch, grabbing his laptop from the coffee table and doing some "homework"

2 hours had past and ian was still attached to his laptop, just watching some shows on Netflix using his headphones, "mm.. ian?" mickey begins to open his eyes, he sits up and rubs his eyes using his palms and fixes his messy bed hair "hm..?" ian eys mickey and pauses his film, taking out his headphones. "wheres amelia? what time is it..." "she's in her room, sleeping, so be quiet... and it's around... Mm.. 7?" ian smiles, "right.. well im gonna go shower, ill be back in no time" mickey smirks as he starts to get up on his feet, still stumbling quite a big trying to gain balance "hey mickey?" "yeah?"

ian grabs mickey wrist and gets up to kiss him, "what was that for?" mickey smiles, his face starting to turn a light shade of pink. "just felt like you needed it, sort of a thank you" ian smirks "alright" mickey bites his bottom lip, "im going to head back to my shower, but ill be back to claim more kisses" mickey chuckles as he walks away.

tsk.