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The best part about Mickey staying at the Gallagher house, was that they got to have more time with Liam. The only feeling that had been able break through Ian's mania, was guilty when Mickey said, “Fiona almost killed Liam,” and then leaned in and said, “you know your fucking son?!” So when he got home, the only thing he wanted was to spend as much time with Liam as possible.
Saturday's seemed to be the day of the week with the fewest people around, and on one particular Saturday, everyone was out of the house before Ian woke up. Everyone except Mickey, Liam, and himself. He had been looking forward to it all week, since Fiona asked if they would take Liam over the weekend because she had stuff going on.
When he descended the stairs though, and heard screaming, he began to rethink all of that.
“MILKOVICH!”
“GALLAGHER!”
“MILKOVICH!”
“GALLA- Ian help me out here!” His boyfriend stopped himself from yelling back at the 4 year old when he saw him.
“Guys, what’s going on?” He asked in a mix of confused and amused.
“We were making breakfast, and I called him mini Gallagher, as I have many times, and he said Milkovich. When I asked him what he said he said, Liam Milkovich! So I told him that’s cute, but he knows he’s a Gallagher. He got mad and said Milkovich again, and then it dissolved to what you witnessed.” Mickey explained while simultaneously covering the child in questions mouth with his hand, so he couldn’t interrupt.
“No one else is home today. So that means we get to just be us, Mickey stop yelling at your son like you’re his age. Li, buddy, why do you keep telling daddy that your name is Liam Milkovich?” He watched as realization dawned on his ex-thug and smiled to himself.
“Daddy live here now. Daddy watch me when Daddy Ian was away. When you daddy, Liam Milkovich!” The little boy explained in the best way he could. He was already delayed before he got into Fiona’s coke, and the mental trauma from his overdose didn’t help.
As soon as the little boy explained himself both teenagers watched understanding fall on the others’ face. They scooped him up into a threeway hug. “Okay…okay.” Mickey mumbled into Liam’s hair.
After several moments in which the little family just held onto each other, the oldest pulled back and looked at the youngest. “How bout a compromise, Li. When it’s just us, we will call you Liam Gallavich, okay? That way daddy Ian doesn’t feel left out too.”
“Gallavich family?” The boy asked shyly. This was met with tear stained smiles from his dad’s.
“Okay, when it’s just us, we are the Gallavich family.” Mickey finally conceded. Liam smiled like he won the grand prize at the fair. Mickey couldn’t help but love it just as much as when Ian had his winning smile on.