Gallavich oneshots 💕

Let me take care of You

Mickey woke up with no arms around him. He turned to his side and saw his husband facing the wall. He smiled to himself and got up. He had work pretty soon so he started to get ready. He looked down to see Ian shift. "Get up man, if you want to fool around, bathrooms all ours." He said and grabbed his towel. He heard Ian groan then toss the blankets off.

Mickey turned the water on and got in. He washed his hair and waited for Ian. He stood there for five minutes, just waiting. He rolled his eyes and turned the water off. He dried himself and began putting his clothes on. He brushed his teeth and kept looking at the mirror to see if the door would open. Just then a knock came. He smiled to himself and opened the door. He dropped his smile when he realized it was Carl. "Gotta piss." Carl said and slightly moved Mickey out of the way. "You know, there's a bathroom downstairs." Mickey snarled back and Carl scoffed. Mickey shook his head and walked in the hallway. He got to their room and opened the door.

When he entered the room, Ian was still in bed. Uh oh. "Ian?" He asked softly. The other man didn't move at all. "Ian, you alright?" Mickey asked. He had stopped dead in his tracks. He's seen this before. Ian groaned softly. "Go away." Ian responded and Mickey stared at him, feeling the weight of sadness approaching him. Finally Ian rolled over. He was flushed, snots on his nose, he looked tired. "I don't want to get you sick." He said hoarsely and Mickey exhaled loudly. "I think I'm sick." Ian finally said and Mickey gave a half smile. Okay, it wasn't what he thought. Ian sat up and grabbed a tissue. "What's wrong?" Mickey asked and instead of leaving he sat on the bed. "I thinks it's my stupid allergies." Ian said and tossed the tissue.

Mickey reached over and felt his head. Ian moved back and Mickey gave him a look. Ian smiled and shook his head. He leaned forward and Mickey felt his head. "You don't feel hot." Mickey said and Ian smiled. Mickey caught on and smirked. "Cute, asshole." He said and took his hand back. He looked at him and Ian sneezed. He groaned and fell back on the bed. "Well." Mickey said and removed his jacket. "Guess I'm staying here with you." He said and began kicking his shoes off. "No." Ian argued and looked up from the bed. "No, go to work, I can.." he said and then sneezed again. "Ughhh." He groaned and wiped his nose. "I can take care of myself." He said and Mickey smirked. "Sickness and health, remember." Mickey said and handed him a tissue. "Yeah." Ian said softly and wiped his nose. "Let me go make you some tea, I'll call in at the station for you." Mickey said and grabbed his phone. "Mickey..." Ian said and groaned. "Shut the fuck up and let me take care of you, alright?" Mickey said and Ian smiled. Mickey walked over and tilted his chin up. He placed a soft kiss and smiled. "I'll be right back snot face." He teased and Ian smiled. "Your snot face." Ian said and Mickey smiled. He leaned down again and placed another kiss. "Yeah, my snot face."

Notes:
-cute little domestic moment
-this was short
-cute little moments that live in my head
-happy little domestic husbands