Summary: Ian and Mickey’s children have a sudden interest in their fathers past.
Word Count: 1342
Notes: I got this request through my messages, here it is :)
As Yevgeny and Rae were growing up, they never had heard about their fathers past. Now that Yev was nearing the age of fifteen, his interest was peaking. In the midst of her older brothers nosiness, Rae started to wonder too. The girl was only twelve, but she was a clever one.
There had been a few times that both children caught their fathers whispering about their parents, but it was never for a long period of time— not enough to inform the kids of anything drastic.
All of this questionative thoughts were running through Yevgeny’s head, so he decide to be straight out with it. He grabbed the remote and paused the television show that they had on. “What the fuck, Yev?” Mickey asked his son.
Yevgeny rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you ever tell us about what you guys were like when you were kids?”
Mickey shook his head. “No, no, no—”
“Mick,” Ian said sternly. “We could tell them a few things.” He looked from his husband to their children, and gave them a weak smile.
The other man put his head down. “Fine. Don’t say nothing stupid,” he said to his husband.
“What do you guys want to hear about?” Ian asked his kids. Though there was sincerity in his voice, there was a thick amount of anxiety.
Rae started smiling widely. All of her friends talk about how their parents met, now she gets to find out about her own. “I wanna know how you met.”
Mickey quietly snorted and shook his head. A big smile flashed across Ian’s face. “Well, when J was fifteen, Aunt Mandy really wanted to, um, she wanted to date me—”
“She wanted to fuck you,” Yev said with raised eyebrows. Ian’s eyes widened and he gave his son a disapproving look for his choice of words.
Rae slapped her brother in the back of the head. “Only Papa and Dad can curse like that!”
Ian nodded. “Well anyway, when I let Aunt Mandy know that I did not like her, she took it the wrong way and fuckin’ told your Papa that I tried some bad things on her and Papa tried to kill me.” He looked back at Mickey. “And here we are now.” He leaned back to kiss him husband’s head.
“Hold up,” Yevgeny said. “You tried to kill him?” He looked at Mickey.
“Yeah,” Mickey shrugged. “I took some gun from his boss though after it was sorted out, but then he came to my house and tried getting it back from me with a fucking tire iron. We fought and then that’s when we got together.”
Yevgeny couldn’t really believe his ears, but neither could Rae. “You beat the shit out of each other and fu– hooked up in the same night?”
The men shared a loving glance to each other. “Crazy, right?” They smirked when they saw their children’s baffled looks.
“Well, that’ll be a strange story to tell my friends,” Rae said with a cocked eyebrow, causing her fathers to laugh.
“There you go, now you know about our past,” Mickey said. Though they did share some fond memories, it always brought him back to the back.
Yevgeny shook his head. “Wait, what about your families. We’ve never been told about your parents? And also where does Mom come into this whole equation if you two have been together so long?” He raised his eyebrow.
Ian and Mickey immediately tensed up at their son’s words. They have specifically avoided talking about their parents, and their first encounter with Svetlana. Rae noticed there uncomfortableness, and grabbed her older brother’s arm and shook her head as if to tell him not to press any harder.
“Uhh, we both had really bad parents—”
“Ian,” Mickey’s voice cracked a little. “You sure you want to talk about this?” His face held a lot of worry. Ian nodded slightly.
The redhead huffed out a breath. “Like I said, we had really bad parents. Really, really bad.”
“Fucking alcoholics and drug addicts,” Mickey spat.
“Y’know how I get sick sometimes and Papa takes care of me til I can get out of bed?” Ian asked his kids and they nodded. “Well, my mother would get sick like that too, but when worse came to worse, she’d leave. She left when I was really young and every couple years she’d come back around and fuck some more shit up. Your grandfather, Frank loved her, he was fucking nuts though— only cared about beer, drugs, and himself. Your Aunt Fiona raised me, not those two assholes.” He shook his head in displeasure.
Rae frowned. She couldn’t imagine not having her parents in her life. “I’m sorry, Dad,” she said sympathetically. Ian shook his head once again and kissed her head.
Yevgeny and Rae then turned their heads to their Papa. It was kind of hard for them to believe Mickey’s parents could be answer worse than that. They assumed it’d be equal.
Mickey noticed their expectant faces and hitched a breath. “Fuck—”
“You don’t have to, Mick,” Ian said, but he shook his head.
“When I was real young, my mom overdosed— died right in front of me, so I didn’t know much about her. I know she had to put up with Terry’s shit though so it’s not a surprise she wanted out. Terry, um, he was terrible. Beat on me, beat on all of his kids. He was always in and out of jail. He hated fags,” Mickey turned his head to Ian.
Ian let out a sad sound. “Really hated us.”
Mickey nodded. “He saw us together once and he beat us pretty bad. He called your mom to come over then— fuck— and then you can put two and two together from there,” he ran his hand over his face.
Rae wasn’t fully understanding of what her father meant but putting ‘two and two together’ but she understood enough to be extremely disturbed. The only difference with Yevgeny was that he fully understood what Mickey meant. The boys jaw was dropped open. “So was that why I was born?” His voice was a bit shaken and Mickey immediately regretted telling him that. Rae frowned at the sadness in her brother’s voice.
Mickey nervously looked at Ian for help, and Ian went over to Yevgeny’s side. “Well, that’s one reason, Yevy, but you know we’re more than thankful to have you. You being here brought me and Papa closer together, and it brought us both closer to Mom.”
“And y’know what they say about fate and shit like that?” Mickey asked in his best attempt to make his son feel okay. “It was fate that me and Ian got to have you— and your mother of course. You’re the best Milkovich man there is to live so far,” he got up and put his arm around his son. He also dragged his daughter over so all four of them were huddled up.
Ian nodded, proud of his husband’s words. “We got blessed havin’ you two crazy kids,” he kissed each of their heads.
Yevgeny finally let out a grin. “Man, you guys were really fucked up,” he snorted.
“Sounds like it to me too,” Raw scrunched her nose sillily.
Ian stuck his tongue out at his daughter. “We are a bit crazy,” he reach across to hit playfully Mickey in the shoulder.
Rae giggled. “I still love you though, no matter how crazy you are,” she said with an undeniable sincerity.
“Yeah, I love you guys,” Yevgeny said. For a teenager, it was common to be iffy on how to show love, but Yev knew how to when he needed.
Ian and Mickey smiled at the kids and then at each other. “We love you too,” they said simultaneously.
Mickey felt a warmth suddenly grow in his chest. After all that shit that he never wanted to speak of, he did it today, and everything was still perfect. The Gallagher-Milkovich family was perfect, and nothing could ever break that apart.