Get rid of that thing in you - Gallavich mpreg

You're my son, mine and pops

On today's doctor's appointment they were gonna find out about the Baby's gender.

"So, how are you feeling, Mickey?"
"Tired. And hungry. And I need to piss all five minutes so I'm feeling really annoyed."
"Tired, huh? The Baby moves around?"
"Yeah. I'm starting to admire Svetlana, the mother of our son, she never complained during her pregnancy. I don't know how. I could complain every second!"
"Could? You do!", Ian chuckled, "And Svetlana smoked and drank during her pregnancy, of course she was calmer than you."

"She didn't drink after the first few months. But she smoked a lot, yeah."
"Well, it's good to hear, that you keep your finger's off the bad stuff. We want a good, healthy baby, right?"
"Right. And we want to know if it's a boy or a girl, so can we do the monitor thing now?"
"Is the gender important to you?", Dr Lynch asked while she prepared the ultrasound.

"We just want to start using pronouns for our kid. But our son wants a baby sister. He said, boys are too annoying.", Ian told her grinning.
"Well, let's have a look on the little one then."

"If I see that right, or better, I see right that I don't see anything, you're expecting a little baby girl here.", Dr Lynch grinned.
Mickey bit his lip and looked at Ian, who smiled at him happily.
"And she looks perfectly healthy. Have a look", she turned the monitor for them to see.
"Wow, can we have that as, uh, picture thing?"
"Of course, Ian."

"Remember the first picture you showed me? When she was just a little white dot?", he smiled at his boyfriend while Dr Lynch went to get the photos, "Look at that. It's a real little human."
"I noticed it's a real little human, she's moving like one for sure", he chuckled.
"You're not sad that it's a girl, right?", Ian held his hand and kissed his knuckles.
"Nah, not sad. I just wished we'd live in a world where my first thought at having a daughter isn't 'Shit how am I gonna keep her safe from sickos'. But Yevy's gonna be happy."

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The next day Debbie was supposed to get Yevgeny from school so he could play with Franny and then bring him home to Mickey.
Debbie was the only Gallagher to have a key to Ian and Mickey's apartment because their kids spend a lot of time at each other's places.

"Hey Mick, it's Debbie"
Mickey probed himself up on the couch, where he lay and tried to nap.
"Hey Debbs, hey Yevgeny, come over here. Thanks for bringing him over Debbie."
"No problem, gotta get going, I left Franny in the car, bye bye."

Yevgeny trudged over to Mickey.
"Hey, buddy, what's up with you? Are you sad? Did you fight with Franny?"
He shook his head and just sat down next to Mickey.
"What's up?", he asked softly.
"Nothing", he mumbled.

Mickey bit his bottom lip.
"I know what's gonna cheer you up. Daddy and I went to the doctor yesterday to know whether you get a sister or a brother. And we brought you a picture of the Baby."
Yevgeny looked at his pops and at his tummy with the Baby in it.
"I don't want the Baby anymore", he mumbled.

"What?", Mickey asked surprised.
"I changed my mind, I don't want a sister or a brother. Can't you just give it back?"
Mickey stared at his son.
"What's going on with you? Why don't you want the Baby anymore? You were so excited."
"And now I'm not. Leave me alone!", he growled and got up to go into his room.

"Yev! Yevgeny stay here! Come back, now!", but the kid couldn't be bothered, Mickey knew that it would be no use to run after the kid now. He needed his time to cool down, he was similar to Mickey in that.
Mickey put a hand on his baby bump and sighed.
"He doesn't mean it, Clumpy. It's okay.", Mickey mumbled, the girl just kept kicking and turning around, "Ow, hey, Violence is not the answer, kid."

Ian came home an hour later.
"Hey Babe", he kissed Mickeys cheek, the Milkovich still lay on the couch, "She still kicking?"
"She just stopped, I think she's asleep now. Hey, could you talk to Yevy? He came home pretty upset and said he doesn't want the Baby anymore, asked if we could give it back."
"He said that?", Ian asked surprised.
"Yeah, he doesn't want to talk to me about it, could you try?"
"Of course."

"Wait, could you help me getting up first?"
Ian chuckled and nodded, pulling his boyfriend up from the couch.
"Good thing you're working out so much. This kid is getting so heavy, I'm just not gonna move anymore in a few months, you can carry me through the apartment."
"Will do, will do", Ian kissed his cheek and made his way to their son's room.

"Yevy?", he asked quietly when he entered. He closed the door behind him.
The seven-year-old sat on his bed.
"Go away.", he mumbled.

Ian sat down next to his bed.
"Pops told me you don't want the Baby anymore. Why not? You were so excited about being a brother."
Yevgeny looked away.
"Hey, Yevy, you can talk to me. What happened?"

Yevgeny wasn't willing to answer, and Ian knew that behaviour from Mickey. Since Yevgeny already had his cool-down time, it was Ian's turn to sit here and be quiet until the Milkovich kid was willing to talk. It was scary how much alike Yevy and Mickey were sometimes.

He suddenly heard a sob coming from the boy.
"Hey, Yevy, don't cry", he mumbled concerned and pulled the boy off of the bed into his arms, "What's up? What happened?"

Big tears were falling from Yevgeny's baby blue eyes.
"You will love the new Baby more than me", he mumbled under tears, "I don't want you to stop loving me"
Ian was shocked at Yevy's words. He hugged him tightly.
"No, hey, you're my little baby boy, my Yevy. I'm your dad I'd never stop loving you. And neither will your pops. No matter how many other children are around."

"Who said I wouldn't love you anymore when the new Baby is there?", Ian asked quietly and rocked Yevgeny back in forth.
Yevgeny didn't answer he just clung to Ian's shirt.
"Yevy? Who? Who said that?", Ian pulled back from the hug to look Yevgeny into his eyes.
"Rachel Torman said, that her stepdad doesn't like her, and he only likes her sister because the sister is his child, but Rachel isn't."

"But you are my child, Yevy. Don't listen to fucking Rachel Torman."
"But I'm not. You didn't make me. Pops and Mommy made me. And now you and Pops made the new Baby. You're gonna love it more than me."

"No, Yevy, that's not true! Maybe I didn't make you like I made the new baby. But that doesn't mean that you're not my child. You're my child, my son. Mine and Pops. You're our son. And we love you, both of us. I took care of you since you were born, I was always around I never left your side. And I will never, never ever, leave your side. You hear me? Okay? I'm not any less of a dad to you than I'm gonna be to the new Baby. You will always be my first Baby. Okay? Yes?"

Yevgeny nodded, his face still wet from tears.
"Okay", he mumbled.
"Do you still want us to give the Baby away?"
"No", he sniffed.
"You want to know if it's a boy or a girl."
Yevy nodded.
"It's gonna be a little girl. You'll get a little Baby Sister.", Ian whispered, and Yevgeny smiled, "How about we go check on your pops and look at the picture from the Ultrasound? That a good idea?"

Ian picked him up and carried him over to their bedroom.
"Hey, you lay down again. Are you okay?"
"Just thought I could finally sleep now, that she stopped kicking me. Hey, Yevy, did you cry?"
"It's okay, we talked it out, right, Yevy?"
Yevgeny nodded.
"How are you feeling about a good cuddle session? Maybe Pops can finally sleep then, and you can calm down too."
Ian and Yevy crawled into bed and the Milkovich's used the Gallagher as their pillow.

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