Gallavich one-shots

Mickey has a panic attack

Summary: Yevgeny is sick and Mickey has a panic attack for some reason. Ian comforts him and they go back to bed to sleep in with their daughter. This is lowkey cringy bc they're never sweet to each other but if you like that:

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"Yev!" Mickey yelled aggressively.
No answer.
"Where the fuck-" he threw down the spatula he was using to make pancakes and started for Yevgeny's room.
"Mick... Mick," Ian put his arm out but didn't bother to get out of his chair to stop Mickey. He knew he would listen to him.
"Let him get ready on his own time. He's 15. If he's late he's late. He gets detention after three tardys."
Mickey sighed and went back to his pancakes.

Gwynn, their two year old daughter was sitting in her high chair, slapping her hand on it, making noise. Ian handed her a pancake and she stopped to eat it.
Yevgeny finally made an appearance as he walked into the kitchen with his boxers on.

"What the fuck! You have school in five minutes why aren't you dressed!?" Mickey said loudly.
"I'm sick dad," he sounded congested as he sat down at the kitchen table next to Ian and laid his head down. Ian put his hand on Yevgeny's forehead.

"You definitely have a fever big guy."
"What? Is he sick, sick? Do we need to take him to the doctor?" Mickey put down his spatula and looked up at Ian, worried.
"No, he's probably just got a cold or something," Ian stood up, "We have medicine in our bathroom," he started toward it, walking slowly.
Mickey turned off the stove and followed after him, "Ian."
"Yeah?" He didn't stop walking.
"Is he gonna be okay like what do y-" his voice was raising.
"Mickeys he's fine he has allergies. Relax."
"What the fuck do you mean relax? He's half asleep on the kitchen table like-," he wiped his face, something he did when he was stressed out.
Ian always realized when something was up with Mickey, "why are you stressed out it's a little cold."

They walked into their bathroom and Ian opened the cabinet.
"I don't know I just-" he breathed heavily.
"Mickey" Ian said quietly and put the medicine down.  He stood up straight with his hand on one side of Mickey face.

Mickey didn't say anything he just started breathing more heavily, "I don't know whats happening to me Ian," he grabbed onto Ian arm.
"Mickey breath," Ian put the toilet seat down with his free hand so Mickey could use it as a seat. He sat down on it while Ian sat on the edge of the bathtub beside it with his hand on Mickeys chest. Mickey had his hand on top of Ian's as he looked at the ceiling, trying his best to breath  slowly but it just being shaky breaths. Yevgeny stood at the door frame, "What kind of weird shit are you doing now?"

Ian looked at him without taking his hand off of Mickeys chest, "Go watch Gwynn. You don't have to go to school."
"Is dad okay?"
"Yes. Go, I hear her whining," Ian looked back at Mickey who was looking past Ian's shoulder at the wall, still breathing weird. His hand was still glued to Ian's and was now sweaty.  Yevgeny closed the door and walked into the kitchen to help Gwynn get down from her high chair. He was a good big brother. Very helpful when Mickey or Ian needed.

Ian sat on the bathtubs edge, his hand not leaving Mickeys chest, until his heart rate went down.

"Why don't you lay down on the bed," Ian suggested. Mickey just nodded and they walked into their bedroom.  Ian pulled the covers on top of him, "You okay?"
"...Yeah I just have like allergies or something," he was in denial. He had a panic attack of some sort. He had one when Gwynn was being delivered. It was so weird. He was watching Svetlana, who surrogated for them, give birth. (Gwynn is biologically Ian's) He start breathing just like this and the Ian had to make him sit down and breath. The nurse said it happened all the time.

Ian just nodded and kissed his forehead while Mickeys eyes were closed. He didn't open them again as Ian closed the curtains and turned off all the lights. He closed the door as quietly as possible to find Yev and Gwynn standing outside.

"Is he okay?" Yev asked.
"Uh yeah he's just tired. You should get sleep too- oh take this cold medicine," Ian handed him a pill and picked up Gwynn, "We all just need a day off I guess. I'll call in sick. Don't worry about Gwynn."
Yevgeny nodded and went upstairs.

"Do you wanna take a nap baby?" Ian asked Gwynn and started walking toward her room but she jumped around in his grasp.
"No! With you and daddy!" She said in her squeaky baby voice. She only knew a few words but she was doing really well for her age. She calls Ian dad and Mickey daddy. They thought it'd be hard since the names are so similar but she had the hang of it.

Ian kissed her forehead. She loved taking naps with her dads. She always slept in between Ian and Mickey. She had a soft spot for Mickey even though she hung out with Ian more. Every time Mickey got home from work she'd run up to him.
Ian placed her on the bed and she crawled under the covers into Mickeys arm.

"Hi baby," he said super quietly and barely opened his eyes to turn toward her a little. Ian got in bed too and held onto Mickeys hand.
"You feeling better?"
Mickeys didn't look up from his daughter, "Yeah I'm exhausted."
"We'll sleep in today. Don't worry about it."

Mickey smiled and kissed him. Gwynn climbed up on mickeys chest and he spooned her, facing toward Ian, who rubbed Mickeys arm and he fell asleep immediately. He never really let Ian do any of this but he needed him.