Post season 10. Consisting of a lot of gallavich teasing, loving and laughing, their daughter Sophie and a Gallagher pool party just like the good ole shameless days.
Mood board above.
Title from Shameless 2x2.
Tato- Ukrainian for Dad.
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It's just after midnight when Mickey stumbles through the doors and makes his way up the stairs. He's sore, tired and sweaty from work and doing overtime, all he needs now is sleep. He looks through the crack in his daughters room and smiles before heading toward his own.
He shuffles into his room and strips to his boxers before getting under the sheets. A sigh of relief leaves his mouth as he settles under warm sheets and a smile blooms his face when an arm wraps around him.
"Hey, handsome," the man under the sheets says, leaving tender kissing on his neck. "We gotta make this quick, my husbands gonna be home soon, won't blow over good for you."
"Is that right?" Mickey asks, turning his head to rub his lips over his forehead. "Think I could take the guy on?"
"Fuck no, he's a hulk. Toughest guy I know." The man in question presses another kiss to Mickey's jaw and then right over his ear.
"Eh, doesn't sound like a threat," Mickey says, smiling at the feeling of warm lips pressed against his skin. "Gallagher.."
The redhead shifts up and he smiles widely, green hues bright and happy. "Hi, Mickey," he whispers and then slots their lips together in a warm, languid kiss. It tastes like midnight cigarettes, lemonade and mint, it tastes like coming home.
Ian hums into Mickey's mouth and rests his hand on Mickey's chest, moving it lower and lower and then-
"Tato.." their daughter's voice rings out from down the hall.
"Probably a bad dream." Ian pushes off Mickey and just as he's about to turn, Mickey catches his wrist.
"She called tato, that's me, tough guy."
"Mick, you're worn out. Just let me-"
"Babe, relax. I got this, alright?" Mickey gives him a reassuring smile before leaving the room.
He finds their daughter sitting on her bed, rocking back and forth. Mickey hasn't seen her for the past week because of how early he leaves and late he comes back but she's still as beautiful as ever. If anything, more now than ever with her glowing, pale skin and doe eyes.
"Hey, princess. What's the matter?" He picks her up and smoothes down her curly, red hair that's standing in every which way. She looks like Ian's twin.
"Bad dream, tato," she whispers and tucks her face in her dad's neck.
Mickey grabs her stuffed Mickey Mouse toy, knowing she'll ask for it then heads back to their bedroom. He lays her on their bed and she immediately curls into Ian's side.
She's found comfort in Ian's arms ever since she was born. Whenever she gets hurt or cry's, it's her daddy's warmth that makes her feel okay again and Mickey will never get tired of seeing it— of seeing how good Ian is with their baby girl.
"Hi, bug. You're okay now," Ian whispers into her hair while threading his fingers through it gently.
Mickey wraps his arm around the both of them and can't help but smile. "Always stealin' daddy from me," he says, tickling her feet.
She giggles into her daddy's neck, her dad can always make her laugh. Before they know it, soft snores are coming from her.
"Jealous?" Ian queries, a grin on his face.
