Shameless - Gallavich

Twelve months later

Mickey--

I wake up to the fresh smell of coffee in the air, which tells me Ian is up. We've been married for three months and my god has it been the best months of my life. 

A few weeks after we got married, we also signed a lease to our first apartment. Something that was just ours, that we got together. Ian was promoted at work and even started going back to school for his paramedic degree. He was taking his meds regularly and handling his low low's a lot better when they came.

As for me, I was still working at the firm as Turners assistant. After Ian and I had gotten married, she finally stopped hitting on me and starting treating me like a co-worker. She actually started teaching me more and giving me more responsibilities. I was actually starting to like my job and finally beginning to love my life.

I roll over and lye on my back, a smile from ear to ear just thinking about the day we met and how we got here. It's almost like a dream I get to relive every day my eyes open.

When we met, I was just another south side piece of trash with no where to go, no goals, no dreams. I was nobody until I met Ian. He brought out the absolute worst in me which in turn, brought out the best in me, too. He loved me, fully and without judgement.

So many times I wish I could go back in time and marry him sooner, not hurt him, admit the real me sooner. But as great as that sounds, we wouldn't be who we were today. Our love, our marriage, wouldn't be this strong.

"Hello, my handsome husband." Ian breaks me of my thoughts, smiling at me with two coffee cups in his hand.

I look up at him and smile, still feeling like this is just a dream and I'm due to wake up in the same shitty bedroom I grew up in, in the same shitty house, surrounded by the same shitty people. But this wasn't a dream and if it was, I hoped I never woke up. This was my life, my fucking life and I loved every damn second of it.

"Hello, yourself." I say back as he makes his way towards our, yes our, bed. He sits and hands me a cup of coffee and I take a sip.
Mh, just how I like it.

"So, you're off and I'm off. What shall we do today?" He asks me all perky and happy and all I can do for those few seconds is stare at him. At every inch of his face. Every freckle. Ever crease. Every soft pale area. My husband. My god damn husband.

"Earth to Mr.Gallavich." He says, waving his hand in front of my face.

"I'm sorry, I was just admiring you. This still feels unreal to me, like this is all some dream or something." I tell him truthfully.

"I know Mick," he leans in and kisses my lips softly. "but it's not one. It's you and me. Always."

I smile wide and let out a chuckle at that thought. Me and Ian always. Happy.

That, was paradise.

Fin.

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