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Chapter 14: FINAL CHAPTER
(three years and four months later)
Mickey groaned from his place in the hotel bed. Already not sleeping well after being away so long. But he reaches for the phone anyway. “’Lo” he gruffs.
“Daddy?” The small voice of his almost six-year-old asks.
“Yev? Buddy, what's wrong?” He asks after hearing the sniffling from the other end.
“Daddy I think Ian's sick.” He says and Mickey shoots up from his spot on the bed, who needed a nap in the middle of the day anyway.
“Sick how Bubba?” He asks already worried, hoping that his son was wrong. He wouldn't be back until the morning and he really didn't need Ian being depressed right now.
“He hasn't been out of bed all day. It's almost dinner time daddy.”
“Did you go in there? Talk to him?” Mickey asks afraid of the answer. What if he yelled at Yev and that's why he's so scared.
“Yeah, …he said he was tired,” Yev says.
“Your mama there?”
“Mhm. She's playing with Alia.” Mickey tried not to chuckle at his son's mispronunciation of his little sister Ailayla.
“Take the phone to mama buddy.” He says and he hears Yev groan.
“She's gonna be mad at me. She told me not to call you.” He says sadly but he heads his son's footsteps make his way to his mother and he sighs a little in relief because there's no way they of Ian was in trouble Svet wouldn't call him. So he just waits, he hears Svetlana's strong Russian accent before she grabs the phone he's guessing she's telling him off about making the call.
“He's fine.” She says, in the most soothing tone he thinks he's ever heard her use.
“Yev said he was still in bed.” He reasons still hoping she's right.
“He's tired. Stay up all night with baby. My turn so he sleeps. You want to talk to him?” She asks.
“No, no. It's alright. Don't want to worry him Svet. Yev just sounded so scared it freaked me out is all.”
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Mickey walked into the home that he shared with his husband and sometimes his son and at the moment his ex-wife and new daughter, and he peaks in. Svetlana is passed out on the couch with a bassinet in front of her, her hand on it like she had been rocking it. He made his way slowly down the hall to find his son perched up against the wall outside his bedroom door, sleeping soundly. And he sighs and picks his son up who jerks a little but Mickey carries him to his room and tucks him in and makes his way into the bedroom. He wonders how long Ian has been in bed now. He slowly enters his room and begins pulling off his clothes slowly taking in the scene around him. Room was clean, smelled fresh, everything seemed to be in a good place.
Ian was in bed…sure.. but it was really fucking early in the morning. He didn’t have the blankets wrapped around his face like he would if he was trying to shut the world out, so everything was a good sign and he smiled, not watching for a completely different reason. Ian had the blankets hanging from his hips really and he was sleeping peacefully curled up on Ian’s side of the bed.
He tiptoes slowly trying not to wake his husband. “I’m not sick.” He hears Ian say.
“Did I say you were?” Mickey says and Ian flips over suddenly. And then he watches as Ian practically jumps off the bed and tackles him down and starts peppering kisses down his chest. “Hello to you too.” Mickey laughs a little as Ian continues to appreciate him. “Missed me?” he asks laughing.
“So fucking much.” He says.
“Who did you think I was then?”
“Yevgeny. I want to just pull him in and hug him, he’s been so worried. If I can say I’m not sick, he will come up and kiss my cheek and go back to what he’s doing. Says he has to keep watch for daddy.” Ian laughs a little.
“Sorry about that, man. He knows to call me if you ever…but I know he’s been a little much. He’s called me three times. And he was sleeping outside the door. He’s worried because he loves you.” Mickey says sweetly.
“I know. He’s so sweet. Can’t be mad at the kid for that. I’ve just been so tired, and sleepy. I promise that’s all it is.” Ian says smiling at Mickey and kissing him again.
“I know. Lana says you’ve been taking the night shift with the baby. Except for tonight. Tonight, you are taking the night shift with me.” And Mickey wiggles his eyebrows.
“Oh? And where are our children going off to?” Ian asks playfully and he smiles, waiting for the answer before moving his hand any lower.
“Away,” Mickey says and Ian shakes his head smiling. As they start lazy morning kissing until Yev comes to ‘wake them up’
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(Ten years later)
Ian huffs as he sits in the chair at the police precinct and looks at his step-son. “Why?” He asks.
“I'm sorry I got you in trouble dad.” He says hanging his head a little.
“Just tell me why? Not that what you spray painted on that wall wasn't true. Just why?” He asks and thinks back to the wall. Sprayed in bright red and green letters. Terry Milkovich is a fucking dick. I hate you! Is what it had read. Of course Ian had caught him but unfortunately, the police weren't far behind him and now here they were, while the police called Mickey to tell him that his husband and son were being held for vandalism.
“I heard…somebody said how…I…was…why I'm here.” He says slowly a tear dropping down his cheek. Fucking fuck. Who would tell him that shit?
“Oh, Yevvy.” He says.
“How can you even look at me? Or mom? Did you ever really love me? Or do you just deal because I have dads blood running through me?” The boy asks, seeming a lot smaller than the fifteen-year-old staring at him.
“Not love you? That's impossible.”
“I don't see why? I was a product of…that day. How can you look at me and not see what my grandfather did to you…to him.”
“Because when I look at you, I see you. I see this beautiful kid that I once held on my arms and saw the entire world. I have loved you from the first second I held you. From the moment that I looked into those eyes and the same eyes that were in the man I loved were staring back at me except these eyes were innocent. Nobody had ever hurt him, nobody ever would if I had anything to say about it. I may not be your father by blood, but I've always loved you as if you were mine. You are not what your grandfather did. You are a beautiful light that came out of a very horrible day. I know it was hard to hear about it and I’ll let your dad talk that over with you, but as far as me. I love all of you. I’ve loved your dad since I was your age. And you, I love you so much it’s not even funny. I adore your mom, after all these years and your little sister too. Our life is pretty fucking perfect, I love it. I’m so happy that your dad gave me another chance when he got out. Don’t you ever think that something that happened because Terry was a homophobic prick, could ever or would ever affect how much I love you.” Yev nods at him but he doesn’t really know how much his talk actually did. He looks up to see Mickey walking over with his arms crossed.
“Well, well. My two boys here, in cuffs. Want to explain?” he asks and Yev bows his head. “Son?” he asks. And Ian looks at him and shakes his head. Praying that Mick will know, not to yell too hard before he knows the truth. “Alright, let’s go home. Besides the bail, I have promised the officers that you will be painting over whatever you wrote on that wall.”
“Might want to take a picture first,” Ian says smirking and Mickey turns to him and raises an eyebrow. But they keep walking outside and They are about a block away when Ian pulls Mickey to him. “Go Easy on Him. He’s hurting.” He whispers and Mickey looks at him curiously. But he gets it when they get there. Yev looks away from the wall and Mickey busts out laughing.
“Dad?” Yev asks. And he looks from his dad who is laughing with tears in his eyes to Ian who is shaking his head.
“They arrested you for this? No wonder they let you off so easy. They hated the prick too.” He looks at his son and pulls him in. “What is this buddy? What’s going on?” and Yev looks a little ashamed.
“I heard some things, and I was so angry. How could he do that to you and Ian? How…could anyone…I’m sorry I did this dad…I just…” and Yev looks at Ian for help because he doesn’t want to say it again, voice the fears that they never loved him.
“It’s okay budd, he thought…that we didn’t love him because of the day he was conceived.” Ian says and Mickey shakes his head. And motions for Yev to come sit with him and Ian smiles and grabs the paint. “Where are you going? “ he asks Ian.
“To start on the paint, so you can have a minute.” He says and Mickey shakes his head.
“Nope, sit the hell down. Family conversation. Well, minus 2 but whatever.” Ian just chuckles and sits down.
“Who told you about that shit?” He asks. “Who even knows about that shit?”
“Some kids at school. I don’t know how they knew. But they just were going on about my gay dads and how I was a mistake, that my whore mother was forced to fuck my gay dad, and how worthless I was because you wanted Ailayla.” Yev says. “So I um, asked mom about him, what my grandfather was like and she avoided me, So I asked uncle Carl and Uncle Lip about him and they just got so…angry that I would ever want to know about him. I knew it was true, why else would they hate him so much unless he hurt Ian?” Mickey shakes his head.
“Plenty of reasons actually but, you should have just come to me. I have never lied to you kid. Even if it hurts. I didn’t tell you about this because it was unnecessary for you to know this bullshit. What I feel for my own father, has nothing to do with how I feel about you. Got that?” Yev nods. “What happened that day, was a product of so many things. The product of the love I had for an annoying red-head or was starting to have, the product of getting too comfortable, and getting caught. And sure for a long time, if I could have changed that day, I would have in a fucking heartbeat but not because of you, never you, but because seeing the man that I love’s face that destroyed haunted me for fucking years.” Mickey starts his speech and wraps his son closer to him, and Yev lets him for the first time in years.
“What happened that day was fucking horrible and I…blamed everyone for a long time. Ian for making me want him, Terry for being a shit father, Me for being fucking gay, Your mom for being unfortunate to get that call, You for existing after that day, but the only person to blame is Terry, that’s it. And I won't lie to you now, when you were a baby, I couldn’t or wouldn’t even think about loving you, I didn’t want to deal. I just wanted my life with Ian back. I was a selfish prick then, but this one over here, oh god when he looked at you…i'd never seen anything like it than when I saw that man hold my son. It may have taken me a while to let you in, usually does for anybody, but I do love you kid. I may not be happy with how it happened, but I’m unbelievably thankful that you are here. You showed me a different kind of love. That led me to actually wanting to try again with your sister and do better. If it weren’t for having you, I probably never would have even thought about having kids.” Yev smiles at his father and hugs him.
“I’m sorry about this, I just…I love you guys so much, I mean you’re my dads. The thought of him hurting you, and maybe that you didn’t or couldn’t love me because of what I was…I freaked out.”
“Hey, I know all about freakouts kid,” Ian says pointing at his head getting a glare from Mickey. “You know the first time your dad looked at me and told me I had to go to the hospital…”
“Ian, don’t,” Mickey warns.
“I have to,” Ian answers him.
“I freaked out, I was manic as hell. These thoughts kept running through my head. He didn’t love me, I’d never see you again, like they would lock me away and never let me out and then I fucking flipped, looked at you and I don’t even understand my manic brain at all because the next thing I knew I was in a car, with you, taking off. Painting a wall is not freaking out, that is freaking out.” Ian says honestly.
Yev stares at him for a moment, thinking about it. “So…You took off with me? How long?” he asks.
“Little while until I got caught.” He says sadly, he always wondered how Yev would react to the news that his crazy stepfather took off with him.
“So you loved me so much, you took me away with you?” Yev asks and both men’s eyes snap to the boy.
“Guess so yeah,” Ian says and he hugs him.
“I love you so much Yevgeny. So much.” Ian says hugging him and kissing his head.
“We all do. Fuck what anybody says kid, this fucking family is everything alright?? Now let's get this fucking shit painted so that we can go home.” He says.
“I got it guys. Go home and Enjoy. It’s supposed to be your night alone. I’m sorry I almost ruined that.” Yev says as he grabs the paint and starts on the walls.
“Family effort,” Ian says and they all three pain the wall, before dropping Yev off at a friend’s and heading back home to the empty house. –
Ian wraps his arms around his husband. “Thank you for giving me another chance all those years ago. For giving me all of this. I love you so fucking much.” Ian says and Mickey rolls his eyes dramatically and smiles.
“Mushy fucker today, ain’t we?” he asks and kisses his favorite spot on Ian's neck.
“Anniversaries will do that to ya, baby.”
“I promise you, if you stop with that shit, I will do that thing you like,” Mickey says crossing his arms but a hint of a playful smile on his face and Ian looks at him and laughs.
“Which thing Mick? I like so many things you do? You gotta say it…” Ian starts and Mickey rolls his eyes, but grabs Ian and pushes him down. And starts to strip him down.
“Or I could show you, and you could shut that pretty mouth of yours huh?”
“Awe baby, you think my mouth is pretty?” Ian says and laughs at Mickey’s groan.
“Gonna muzzle you.” He says and Ian just laughs.
“Oooh, I love it when you talk dirty.” And Mickey just shakes his head because really, this is the idiot he married and spent the better part of his life with, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Thank god for annoying red-heads and stupid ideas. I love you, you idiot. Happy Anniversary. Now shut up, so I can show you exactly how much. Or did we seriously get rid of the kids for this romantic sappy shit that you do every day?”
“Mmmm,” Ian says but then holds a finger over his mouth as if to say he was shutting up now and Ian smiles up and leans up to pull his husband completely on top of him and they start making out, enjoying each other. Just the way they were meant to.
-THE END-