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Do you remember me? Part 3

Third part and last of the series 'do you remember me' hope you would like it
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"So, can I now ask my question of the day?" Ian asked, gazing towards Mickey, who re-adjusted himself in the uncomfortable hospital chair.
"You finally decided what you want to ask for today?" Mickey replied, and Ian nodded excitedly.
"You said the first time we met, you threatened me that if I talked with you again, you would stab me with the pencil." He started, and Mickey nodded. "But that was all back in the third grade; how did we re-meet?".
"Well, that's actually a similar story," Mickey said, chuckling to himself.
"Come again?"
"You were about 15 or 14 years old, and you started hanging out with Mandy."
"Your sister?" he asked, confused. He had learned about some of Mickey's family members the other day and only managed to remember his sister's name. He learned that Mandy and he were close at some point, but then she left to leave with some horrible dude with a weird name that he couldn't pronounce.
"Yes, she thought you were straight and jumped on your bones the first opportunity she had, and when you turned her down,"
"Obviously," Ian added as Mickey rolled his eyes.
"She told us that you tried to rape her or something, and me and my brother ambushed you at work," he finished, and Ian's eyes narrowed.
"I'd never do that!" he said, "and if I did something like that, I'm allowing you to break up with me."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Gallagher, and I would break up with your family and punch me alive, especially Franny."
"Oh yeah? so she ships us?"
"Ship?" Mickey asked, confused, "We aren't sailors, man."
"And that's for my two questions for the day." Ian smiled, doing a little winning dance in his bed as Mickey chuckled to himself.

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation as the nurse walked inside with Ian's doctor for the past couple of days.
"Good afternoon, Ian," he said. "How are you feeling today?"
"Good, good. Mickey here is helping me a lot," he explained, smiling at his boyfriend.
"Good, how about I'll check you over so we can release you back home tonight or tomorrow morning?" he suggested.
"Really? I get to go home?!" He asked excitedly, and the doctor nodded.
"So Mary here is going to prepare you for discharge while I'll be talking with Mickey outside, is that okay?" Ian nodded and replied as Mickey stood up and made his way outside of the room with Ian.
"So I'm assuming Ian would be going home with you and your kid."
"Yeah.. I'm still playing on the safe card. I told him in detail at the time that until his brain rebooted, I even got our kid to call his uncle Ian."
"You have a very mature kid; you raised her well," he said softly, and Mickey smiled.
"So as you know, he still has troubles with some beats in his memory, but we speculate that by the end of the month he will be as good as new only if he takes the bipolar medicine."
"You mean the ones who are going to make him depressed as shit and not get up from bed for a couple of days to weeks and be all manic?".
He had seen Ian be depressed and manic in the past when the doctor's had to seduce him one day when Mickey had to stay home with Rylie and no one could look after her. He stayed in bed for three days until Mickey was back in the chair next to his bed.
"It's the only way to control the episodes he is going to have in the future or even when he gets back home," he explained, along with Mickey.
"Can you give him a low dose? I need him to be more connected to the earth when he is home.
"We usually start with a low dose, but with the PTS he has been diagnosed with, he needs to start with a high dose, so we can eventually lower it." The doctor replied, and Mickey nodded, knowing that Ian would only suffer more without the medications.
"Where do I sign him off?"
Once he signed him out and signed all the paperwork he needed, he drove to the pharmacy to pick up Ian's prescription. He went back home and got him some clothes to change into so he wouldn't have to wear the ones that were covered in blood when he came in. He organized the house, getting rid of every trace of their marriage and things that Ian still didn't know about or remembered before going back to the hospital room and giving Ian his clothes to change too.
"Are you sure you are okay with that?" he asked as he excitedly entered the bathroom dressed in some gray sweatpants and a black tank top that he stole from Mickey all these years ago and never gave it back to him.
"Yes Gallagher I told you it's your house as well," Mickey replied, smiling softly at him, which made Ian's heart melt at the spot. After learning about their relationship, pre-trauma Ian felt himself falling for the thug boy and his little girl. He felt this strong bond with her and even called him Papa a few times. Which was quickly replaced with; 'sorry,  uncle Ian'.
But it still felt weird. As if she knew him as her other papa. Yet every time Ian asked Mickey about it, he would brush it off.

"Alright Mick," he said before helping Mickey gather the rest of his belongings, thanking all the doctors for the help, and making their way back home.
"So, where exactly do we live? I know from Rylie that it's not next to my family house."
"No, your ass convinced me ten years ago to move to the upper side of town." Mickey answered, pulling outside of their fancy building complex.
"Holy shit! that's fucking ours?" He excelled, and Mickey nodded. If you told your young self that he would be living here with his assumed boyfriend but more and their daughter, he would tell you you're fucking lying. But looking it over, it looked like this fancy ass house that can cost them hundreds of dollars a month to pay up.
"How the fuck can we afford it?" he asked as they entered the house, and Ian kept on looking around like a little kid.
"Money," he replied, and Ian rolled his eyes. "Come on, Rylie is waiting up on us."
"Omg Rylie I'm missing this little girl," he said, running towards the elevator and pressing the floor without noticing. When Mickey turned towards the control panel and saw Ian had already pressed the elevator button, he was shocked.
"How did you know it was the third floor?"
"I don't know; it just felt natural to me," he said.
As the elevator arrived on their floor, Ian ran straight back to their apartment, again without Mickey having to tell him.
"And how did you know that?"
"I really don't know; memory comes back, I guess?" and Mickey nodded, using his key to unlock the door, greeted by Mandy and sleeping Rylie over the couch.
"Mandy!" he whispered. "You're back! I missed you." He runs toward her, hugging her tight.
"And you said he doesn't remember shit!" Mandy laughed, hugging him as well.
"Hey, I don't remember things! like-"He started but then felt weak in his knees as he collapsed to the floor, screaming as he felt being punched over and over again. The smell of cigarettes and booze filled his nose.

'Sit your ass down, fucking ass-digger' the voice said as he heard the gun being pulled towards him. He was scared out of his bones as he saw him in front of him. A woman is rapping Mickey in front of him, as is an old man who looked pissed.

"Mickey!!" He screamed, covering his eyes, not to see the terror in front of him before it all went black.

He woke up a few hours later in bed, brushing the sleep away from his eyes before standing up but stopping when he saw Mickey sleeping peacefully next to him and Rylie tucked between them, cuddling towards him with Mr. Unicorn in her hand. He laid back down in bed before more of his memories kept playing in front of him.

"I just wanna know if we are a couple or not?" he asked Mickey as he pushed him against the wall outside of his bedroom. Mickey then smirked, pushing him on the bed and straddling him.
"Of course we are."
Then it moved to him being on one knee and Micket saying, "I'll merry you; of course I'll fucking merry you," and then kissing the life out of him.
"Yeah, what? you want to have a baby?"
"You don't want a baby?" Ian asked, confused.
"Hold up, you do?" Mickey asked with a raised brow.
"Hell yes" Ian smiles cheekily.
"Alright, man, well, I don't know if you noticed we don't exactly have the right equipment," he joked.
"I'll be a shitty dad, man."
"No, you wouldn't."
"Yeah, what if I like to beat it or something?"
'You won't" Ian replied, stepping up close to him.
"Spare the fireplace, poke spoil a child that of shit my dad always said," Mickey added, looking down and away from Ian.
"Come here," Ian said softly, doubting his words.
"Fuck you," Mickey breathed before Ian pulled him close.

He then moved away from his place in bed and saw that it was empty this time from Rylie since it was almost 10 p.m., so he moved towards Mickey and whispered in his ear.
"You're a great dad and husband, and I couldn't ask for a better partner in life