Shameless - Gallavich

Nine months later - Part two

Mickey --

My heart was beating fast.

The last three months of planning this day was exhausting but god did I love to see Ian so happy. I couldn't believe he'd want to marry me at all but I knew he loved me, all of me. I wanted to spend the rest of my life thanking him and loving him the same. Ian was it for me, I knew that now. I hated that I had wasted all those beginning years hurting him instead of loving him but as bad as it was, it made me who I was today. Made us who we were today and that made it worth it.

I was pacing back and fourth by the alter Ian had made, starting to get paranoid and I don't do paranoid very well.

The ceremony should have started fifteen minutes ago and Ian was no where to be found. Instead, all eyes were on me while everyone's loud chatter clouded my ears.

Where the fuck was he? Fuckkkkkk, what if he wasn't coming? What if that fuckhead came to his senses and decided that I wasn't worth it?

Those thoughts gave me physical pain just thinking them. Yes, pain, because Ian had  changed me. He unleashed this world of feelings that I had bottled up inside for so many years. He set me free.

Surely he was just overly excited about today and lost track of time. He'd be here any moment, I just knew it. Because we'd been through our fair share of shit but I knew what we had was real. It was us. He'd be here. I looked up at Fiona, who was standing by the door waiting on him, looking at me in confusion. She looked nervous too and sorry for me. He's coming, I know he is.

I started pacing back and fourth again.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but if he doesn't get here soon, I'll have to go. I have another ceremony in thirty minutes." the bald man said to me.

"He's coming. He just overslept or some shit, he'll be here man. Hold the hell on." I said back too quickly. Baldy just smiled and took a step back.

Where the fuck was he. I needed to go find him. He was almost thirty minutes late now.

I was about to just say fuck it, run out of here and go find him, when the door opened with such force that it made a loud bang as it smacked into the wall. And there he was, sweating, panting, all red in the face, with a brown paper bag in his hand.

Panic had spread all over my face as I ran across the room, full speed, towards him. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me.

"Fuck, are you alright? God damn it Gallagher, you scared me half to death. What's wrong with you?"

He caught his breath and spoke slowly. "I'm sorry Mick. I ran all the way here but I needed to make a stop first. Relax, I'm good."

"A stop?! On our wedding day?"

Is he fucking kidding me? He lectured me like a child last night about being on time and not being late and blah blah blah. Yet, here he was almost thirty minutes late, telling me to relax. I raised an eyebrow at him which earned me that beautiful smile I first fell in love with.

"Let's get hitched, yeah?" He said as his breathing slowed.

I couldn't help but smile as I shook my head. For whatever reason he was late, I'd find out later. Right now, all I wanted to do was marry him.

"Lets." I said back to him, kissing his forehead.

I turned and made my way back to the alter and stood there waiting proudly. Kev started the stupid marriage marching music and Fiona laced her arm in Ian's, as they started to walk towards me. Everyone's eyes were on Ian and then me and then Ian. Our ridiculous bright smiling faces matched. He kissed Fiona's cheek as he stood before me and thanked her for everything. She started to cry, hugging him tightly and placed his hand in mine. I took it, kissing her on the cheek and thanking her too.

"Welcome, family and friends, we are here today to celebrate the marriage between...." baldy started his speak as I tuned him out, starring at the man before me.

Sharp black tux, blue bow tie, bright red hair slicked back. He was perfection in my eyes, an angel sent to me for whatever reason I didn't deserve, but thanked the air and sky for everyday. He saved me.

"Are you saying your own vows today?" bald man asked us.

We had agreed to not say our own vows because let's be honest, I suck at saying how I feel, I'm terrible with words. But for whatever reason, today I felt like I could give a speech to the pope and not fuck it up. I had something to say.

As Ian shook his head no, telling the bald man we had nothing to say, I blurted out, "I've got something I'd like to say."

Ian's eyes grew wide and all eyes were on me but I didn't care. I wanted him to hear this, he deserved to know just how I felt, no bullshit behind it.

"I know we agreed on no vows but I just want to say something." Ian suddenly looked worried. "Nothing bad fuckhead, relax." And he did, smiling and rolling his eyes at me.

"I don't say how I feel much, everybody knows that. But, you deserve to know that I love you with everything I have in me. You are my only reason for anything. I wouldn't be who I am if I hadn't met you. I'd probably still be out fucking around somewhere not doing shit with my life but you, meeting you, being with you, fuck it's been the best years of my life. I know I didn't do shit right to deserve you but somehow I still have you and I promise, for the rest of my life to show you how much I love you and how grateful I am for you every damn day we're together. Because you're it for me, Ian. You saved me. I am completely yours, I always have been. Fuck, I just.... I just love you so fucking much."

I felt the tears running down my face and I saw the ones running down his and I didn't care who saw, who was there, all I saw was Ian and to me, that's all that mattered. I leaned over and kissed him, soft and slow and heard others "Awh" and sniffles from their own tears. I pulled back and starred at him, ready. Ready to marry him and start our lives officially.

"I love you so fucking much Mikhailo Milkovich." He said, smiling back at me and wiping his eyes.

"Actually," I started, here goes nothing. "I was thinking since we don't like our last names much, how about we both get new ones?" I smiled. Ian looked at me, confused.

"What'd you have in mind?" He finally asked.

"How about Gallavich?" I said.

I had been thinking about it for months. A new name for us both, still with some meaning because we are who we were, that's how we met and I never wanted to forget that, even if I didn't like it.

"Gallavich. Ian and Mickey Gallavich. I love it, Mick." He smiled and I smiled back.

Baldy gave his speech and we said our 'I do's' and kissed. Everyone clapped, whistled and made stupid jokes but it was perfect.

We were married.

I grabbed Ian's hand to walk toward the tables to start the party, when he tugged me back to him. I looked at him and he knew I was asking with my facial expression why he had tugged me back. He bent down and opened the brown paper bag he was holding earlier.

"Let's do this right, our way of celebrating first." He said as he pulled out a beer can from the bag and a pocket knife from his inside jacket pocket. "Shotgun?" He asked.

And I couldn't help the stupid fucking grin on my face.

I never imagined my life this way, shit I didn't even know I could have a life close to this. But this was real. This was ours. This was us and I couldn't be any god damn happier.

We were it for each other, officially, forever.

Mickey and Ian Gallavich.