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“What the actual fuc-IAN GET IN HERE!” Mickey yelled for the 5th time that morning.
“Can it wait? I really wanted to get this expenditure report done before we head over to Lip’s”, Ian asked. Lip was hosting family dinner night this week (enforced by Debbie) and they had to be over that way in an hour.
Mickey was currently getting Marley ready for the second time that evening since her first outfit was ruined after her diaper leaking through.
“NO! Get your as-butt in here, or so help me God!” Came Mickey’s annoyed and threatened response.
Ian lets out a sigh and gets up from his desk. He had been doing some inventory and data entry for their security company since today was his “work from home day”.
Since expanding and hiring more people, Ian and Mickey were now able to step back from the physical part and focus more on the behind the scene stuff, which they both really loved.
Especially if that meant they could stay home more often with their two-year-old daughter Marley. Initially, Ian was totally fine with putting her in a daycare program, but his loving, slightly overprotective husband refused the whole idea of letting Marley out of their (his) sight, at least until she was old enough to form complete sentences, rather than short one worded incomprehensible responses.
“So that she can fuckin’ ask the teacher to call her dads if shit goes down, Ian. Not takin’ that risk. No way.”
Hence, they started taking turns working from home for peace of mind, and so they could spend more time with their toddler.
As Ian walks into Marley’s nursery, he can hear Mickey muttering frustratedly under his breath. Hopefully no curse words involved because they were trying to do better about cussing infront of the baby-which may have been too late seeing that her first word was an enthusiastic “Fuck!”.
“What’s going on, Mick? Did she piss again?”
Marley was currently sitting on the baby changing table with Mickey supporting her back.
“No, can’t get this bitch ass pin contraption pin thing to work while holding her at the same time,” Mickey said while handing over the safety pin to Ian.
When the frigid cold weather of Chicago returned a couple of weeks ago, Ian and Mickey quickly realized that Marley had outgrew her winter coat from last year. Unfortunately, the new down coat that Ian ordered (which Mickey refers to as the “expensive yuppie hipster coat”) wouldn’t be delivered until next week. Luckily, Debbie was going through the attic in the Gallagher house and found one of Franny’s old winter coats and gave it to Ian and Mick. Sure the hood part of the jacket was coming off a little, but that was nothing a couple of safety pins couldn’t fix.
“Here okay, you keep her steady while I do this,”.
“Hey, hey! Be careful, dumbass! You’re about to stab her!”
Meanwhile, Marley’s big hazel eyes were darting back and forth between her two dad’s, watching them attentively while chewing on a teething ring.
“Mick, no I’m not, calm the fuck down,” Ian said, trying not to laugh at his husband. While it was incredibly heartwarming to watch Mickey evolve into this protective father figure, it was also entertaining and amusing as hell.
“Fuck!” Marley interjected with a giggle, clearly amused by the whole thing as well.
“Yes you are! The stick thing is way too close to her neck!” Mickey exclaimed.
“Mick,”
“Nuh uh, and how do you know its not gonna pop off and then she’s gonna be bleedin’ and cryin’ and shit, and then we’re gonna have to take her to the ER, well actually you, Mr. EMT, should know better-“
After safely putting in the safety pin and laying Marley down on the changing table, Ian cut Mickey off from his never-ending rant with a quick kiss and grabbed his shoulders looking into his eyes, “Baby, its called a safety pin for a reason,”.
Mickey huffed under his breath, cheeks turning pink from the sudden display of affection (and the pet name), “Yeah, okay, we’ll see about that…safe, my ass,”.
Ian picked up Marley and kissed her hair causing the baby to giggle. Mickey was fighting the urge to snatch her away from him. So sue him for wanting his daughter to be safe from sharp objects like pins and needles.
“I cannot wait to tell Lip about the fit you pitched about a fuckin’ safety pin,” Ian cackled, heading to the door.
“Gallagher, I swear to God if you do so much as mention the coat you’re not getting your usual late night snack, if you know what I mean,” Mickey threatened with no heat.
“Fine, whatever, but consider this “snack” as hush money”
“You’ve got a deal,”
Long story short, they both got what they wanted and were happy, and that’s all that mattered.