Mickey's Free

Mothers Group

V's POV

There had been an awkward silence for the last ten minutes and she was sure that if it went in for another she just might admit that her life was quite a candidate for the Jerry springer show. Sitting here wedged between her fake wife who sat on her right and her fake wife's fake ex husband on the left was a possibility that should never had existed. They were all sitting on the two seat sofa in Mickey's living room because there was no other sofa or arm chair each with a baby on their lap. Finally V had had enough, she thrust the twin on her lap at Mickey and stood up.

" Let's make this clear, I'm uncomfortable with this whole scene!" she exclaimed with both arms flailing about gesturing between the three of them. As she watched Mickey try to juggle with the two kids now on his lap she noticed that he blushed at her comment. He was embarrassed to be holding the babies! Over her outburst she watched Mickey juggle the babies as they tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Finally realising he was fighting a loosing battle he let both kids slide to the floor where they could play freely. Svet shrugged and did the same to the twin she had in her arms.
"When the fuck did I sign up for the Mother's Day club!" Mickey snapped back at her.
She narrowed her eyes at him, both hands on her hip and puffed her chest out. "It's either come here or dance around the fake father inlaw pretending I hadn't seen Svet ride him like he was a mechanical bull in heat!"
Mickey slumped back on the couch and she pressed on. "Mickey, please tell me you have a plan" . She was afraid Mickey wouldn't be able to do anything which meant she and Svet would have to confide in Kev just how vile a man Yvon was. Kev would have freaked out like he did about snakes and spiders and they would have had to knock him unconscious.
"I've got a plan" Mickey shot at her and he swivelled to Svet "I want you to write down every shady deal you know he has been in and every one he has double crossed". V realised Mickey's plan, Mickey wouldn't kill Yvon, he would find someone who would. On the way over Svet had told her about their deal however she couldn't see Mickey killing anyone. Sure she could picture him breaking every bone in someone's body, see him swing a bat at someone's knees at breakneck speed or beat someone up so bad they were no longer recognisable, but to take a life on purpose. She couldn't see it. He had been raised by Terry who could have won title of worst father in America. Compare Terry to Frank on his worst day, Frank might just get knighted by the queen of England. Then she remembered Ian , whose life had somehow become entangled with this rough kid from the Southside that use to look like he showered once a week. She knew from Svet and Fiona the relationship had ended since Mickey was incarcerated but wondered if they had thought about Ian's feelings when he was bound to find out Mickey was not only out of prison but seem to have no plans on telling anyone else. No friends or family to welcome him home. The mother in her felt a sense of pain for Mickey.
"You need a haircut! While Svet writes the list I'll trim your hair and let's get your shaved!" V proclaimed moving to the kitchen to look for a pair of scissors.