Get rid of that thing in you - Gallavich mpreg

Our daughter cried and I didn't help her

They hit rock bottom around June the next year.

Ian came back home from a morning shift. It was two in the afternoon. Mickey didn't go to work today, because he wasn't feeling well. Kateryna was home too and Ian got Yevgeny from school on his way home.

Ian heard Kateryna crying even before he had opened the door. She sounded hysterical, like she was already crying for a while and no one bothered to take care of her. He opened the door and rushed into the living room; the two-year-old toddler stood in her playpen.
"Hey, little bean, why are you crying?", he asked softly and picked her up, "Where is your pops, huh? Mickey?"

Ian looked around confused, why would Mickey just let their daughter cry in her playpen without doing something?
"Mickey?", he called through the house again, he walked through the living room into the kitchen, he wasn't here, but Ian had a bad feeling about this. He opened the highest cabinet and saw that he was right, most of the booze was gone.

He quickly walked to their bedroom.
"Mick? Are you in there?", he opened the door slowly.
Mickey Milkovich sat leaned against the bed, legs pulled in, slightly shaking, booze bottle in his hand. He hid his face from him.

"Mickey?"
But he only tried to get smaller, scooting away from his boyfriend.
"Fuck" he whispered under his breath.
"Daddy", the baby in his arms kept whimpering.
"It's okay, Katy, it's alright. I'll bring you to your auntie okay?", he quickly closed the door again. His mind was working too fast for him to plan his next steps.

"Dad? What is with pops?", Yevgeny asked.
"Nothing, it's fine. Come on, get your jacket and put your shoes back on."
"Why? If it's fine why do we have to leave?"
"I need to talk with your pops alone, you go to Auntie Debby and Fiona. No discussion, come on, quick."

He had the kids dressed and walked down the few streets quickly.
He hammered on the door to his old home.
"Fuck, yeah alright, wait a fucking second, jeez!", he heard Lip yell while opening the door, "Ian? What's going on?"

He looked confused from his freaked out brother to his crying niece and scared looking nephew.
"Can you watch them? Or Debbie or whoever is home right now? I just, Mickey, I need-"
"Yeah, alright, I got this, no problem. Hand her over."
Ian gave Katy to Lip, something she didn't like at all.
"I call you later or tomorrow, okay?", Ian mumbled and then kissed his children on the cheek quickly, "I love you two. Don't worry, I got this, okay?"

When he got back home, he found Mickey in the same state he had left him.
"Mick?", he whispered and crouched down next to him, he didn't even had to ask what happened, he knew it, because Mickey was drinking again. He had lost another baby, another cell clump that could've become an embryo and a fetus and a baby. But it didn't.

He put his hand on Mickey's shoulder, but the Milkovich flinched away, he looked at him, his face was tear-stained and red.

Mickey and crying still didn't match up for Ian. When Mickey cried, it was usually just one tear escaping out of reddened eyes. Mickey had cried during the time Ian got his diagnosis, he had cried, when they put him into the psych ward, and he was completely on edge when he visited him.

But when it came to miscarriages Mickey cried. Really, actually cried his eyes out, breaking down in Ian's arms like he usually never would.

Now he flinched away from him.
"You want to talk about it, or do you just want to keep drinking in the middle of the day?"
Mickey's face scrunched up and he slowly got up, walking out of the room to the kitchen.

This time seemed to be worse than usual, it worried Ian.
It drove him downright crazy.
Mickey would never drink like this with the kids home, especially when he was alone with Katy.