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Mickey ran to Ian as fast as he possibly could; he needed to get to the redhead he hadn't seen in a week, right away. He had discovered he was pregnant last night-though he'd suspected as much for weeks, now-and he needed to tell Ian. Ian was aware that Mickey was a carrier-he'd caught Mickey taking his birth control when he was living in the Milkovich house-but he doubted Ian expected him to get pregnant when their sex life had all but come to a screeching halt, or that Mickey would want the baby. But he did; Mickey wanted his fucking baby so bad, and he wasn't sure what he'd do if Ian wasn't on the same page.
"Mick..." Ian's voice was barely a whisper as he looked up at the brunette, clearly exhausted and a little sad.
"Hey." Mickey breathed, moving closer to hug Ian. "You okay?"
"I don't wanna end up like her, Mick; I don't wanna put our kids through what she put us through." Ian breathed into Mickey's neck, causing the shorter man to stiffen.
"What?" Was the only word Mickey could form as he pulled away from the love of his life, feeling his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. Did Ian know? Had Ian somehow realized before he'd run off with Monica that Mickey was pregnant with his child?
"I mean, if you want them." Ian replied, looking down at his feet. "I'm gonna take my meds, Mick; I wanna be better." Ian promised, moving closer to Mickey.
"I'm pregnant." Mickey admitted quietly, shocked when a teary smile appeared on Ian's face.
"Fuck, Mick." Ian sniffed, kissing Mickey fiercely. "I love-" A gunshot cut Ian off.
"Hey, Mickey!" Sammi shouted, walking up to Mickey with a gun in her hands.
"Shit!" Mickey took off running from Sammi with Ian chasing after Frank's other child as best he could with as tired as he felt.
"They can't really put him away for attempted murder, can they?" Ian nervously asked his siblings, feeling as if he may vomit at the thought of Mickey being locked away for years on end.
"His record is all juvenile offenses, but this is big, Ian." Sean said, a sad look in his eyes as he stared at his girlfriend's younger brother.
"He's pregnant and his homophobic prick of a father is in max! If they put him in there, Terry'll kill the baby." Ian whimpered, wishing he could curl up to his pregnant boyfriend.
"Maybe we could talk a judge into putting him in a minimum security facility." Lip offered, hoping to lighten the weight on Ian's shoulders.
"Even then, he's gonna miss out on years with our kid." Ian sighed, standing up and marching up the stairs with his head slumped.
"We gotta fix this shit for those boys." Vee chimed in, stepping into the house quietly. Everyone agreed, but they weren't sure what they could do. They just hoped Mickey and his unborn child were alright.
Ian found the old video camera Lip had stolen a few years back once he got upstairs, having come up with the idea to make videos for Mickey while he was incarcerated when the police had cuffed him.
"Hey, baby." Ian said with a clearly forced smile. "So, today was the day I found out we're havin' a baby, and... And you were arrested. I know you didn't try to kill her, but I don't know if a judge will believe us." Ian let out a shaky breath, but he tried to keep a strong face on for Mickey.
"So-just incase-I'll make videos of everything you miss. I'm gonna get a real job so we have our own place with our baby, and you'll have a place to come home to; a place that's just ours... I don't have much to tell you, yet, so this is all for now. I love you, Mick." Ian's smile was more genuine, now.
He stopped recording and laid down in his bed, falling asleep to the image of Mickey, their child, and himself living in their own little house. He just hoped the image could become real sooner rather than later.