"I can't wait to have kids. I'm kinda excited to be a father"

The redhead had been bringing up the idea of children a few times here and there to his husband. This time, they were in bed and Mickey had woken up to Linc kneading on his chest.

"Hey little booger. What's goin' on? Does Daddy need to feed you?" Mickey asked the cat. "Come on, lets go look for some tuna. I'm hungry too."

Everytime Mickey would make himself a tuna sandwich, Linc would be right next to him, looking at him with expectant eyes until the older man shared his tuna with him. It kinda became their thing. Mickey would open a can of tuna, drain the juice into a small bowl with cat food and add a little tuna to it before he made his sandwich. When he would sit down to eat, he would place Linc's bowl next to his feet and they would eat together.

As Mickey made his way to the kitchen, Linc followed him and stayed at his feet, purring and wrapping himself around the older man's limbs. Sometimes, Mickey wouldn't watch and trip over him, and fuck you if you laughed.

Mickey opened the can and poured the juice onto Linc's food and made his way to the fridge for mustard and mayo to add. Sometimes, he would add a little relish to the mix, but ehem 'someone' forgot to pick some up at the grocery store.

"Fucking Ian" Mickey thought to himself.

After mixing all the ingredients together, Mickey went for the loaf of bread. And wouldn't you know it? They were out of bread too.

"Well Linc, looks like Daddy is just eating tuna. Pops forgot to pick up bread too, the fucking firecrotch." Mickey said as he pulled a fork out of the dishwasher and made his way to the table, only to see his glorious naked husband leaning on the counter.

"Daddy, huh?" Ian grinned.

Mickey blushed, not knowing Ian was in the kitchen, or for that matter, awake.

"Shut it, ginger" Mickey smiled as he slammed the first fork full of tuna into his mouth. "Don't taste as good without bread"

"You would be a great daddy, Mick. You're getting lots of practice." Ian smiled as he walked over to the fridge and pulled out the Gallon of milk he remembered to purchase the night before. "Its cute too"

"Fuck off" Mickey said, standing up and pulling a glass out for his husband from the cupboard.

"It totally is" Ian smiled.

"Can we talk about this kid thing another time, Ian? I'm not really in the mood for it" Mickey said, suddenly not hungry anymore. Linc had already finished his tuna infused food, under the feet of the men above him. Meowing loudly, he rubbed his face across the foot of the chair to scratch his face.

"You always say that Mick. You always want to talk about it another time. Next time, your answer will be 'another time'. I'm getting tired of this beating around the bush bullshit. I want to have a child with you." Ian said, now kind of upset. No, Not kind of. He was upset.

Ian grew up in a rather large family, and he missed the responsibility of having a child in the household. Mickey knew this and just kept telling Ian to go babysit his siblings. But that was never enough for Ian. He wanted a child of his own. Someone who he could change their diaper every 2 hours and feed every 3, until they were old enough to go to school. Someone he could teach things too, like how to be a good person and how to shoot a target with a semi-auto before they were 15. He wanted to teach his children things he wish he was taught when he was younger.

"Look, Ian. I aint cut out to be father. Look at my background. Hell, I cant even take care of Linc half the time."

"Linc loves you more than he loves me. Sometimes I'm a little jealous" the redhead admitted as a slight rose color came across his cheeks as if he were embarrassed to admit that.

"Hmph" the brunette grunted as he rubbed his hand across the bottom half of his face. The younger boy then scooted up to his husband and rested his head on his shoulder.

"I love you Mick and I know you are going to be a great dad. You're protective of those you love which definitely qualifies you as someone I want to spend the rest of my life with raising a family."

"But, Ian…" Mickey started as he faced his lover, "I don't know. I keep thinking I am going to be bad influence on the kid. Look at what my father did to me and Mands ya know?! The bastard isn't even alive and he still has a damn affect on us."

'HA! I sucked him into the convo' Ian thought to himself. 'Finally'.

"Baby listen to me, you are not your father. He was a heartless coward. You are NOTHING like him. You're the best person I know and when I married you I already knew you would be the father of my kids." Ian answered as he cupped his hands around the brunettes face to force him to look at him so he would understand the words the redhead was saying.

A sense of relief seemed to come over the shorter boy's expression as Ian gently kissed him on the lips. The reassuring look on his husband's face caused his mind and body to relax. The redhead could see his husband finally succuming to the idea of him being a great father. A sense of pride came over him and he sat straight up as his freckled face beau wrapped his long muscular arms around his firm upper body and kissed him on the bare part of shoulder that was slightly revealed.

"You're right babe we are going to make great parents" Mickey replied with that coy smile that made Ian weak in the knees as he intertwined their fingers. "We should go practice. like, right now"

With the suggestive look Mickey was giving his husband, the redhead darted to their bedroom and called for Mickey to follow.

Mickey was a mere 2 seconds behind and slammed the door shut and turned to push his naked husband to the bed in a passionate fight for control.

A few rounds later, they both laid back on the pillows of their bed sweaty and sated. Ian laid his head on his husband's chest and closed his eyes as he began to fall asleep. He didn't even realize that Linc had nuzzled his little body up next to him. Hell, neither of the men knew he left the kitchen.

Mickey was awoken by the soft purring snore as the kitten was curled up against his side. He couldn't help but to smile as he reviewed his family both rested up against him. The older man knew that life couldn't get better than this, but the idea of someone looking as beautiful as his companion with long curly red hair down her back and bright green eyes made him extremely excited inside. He was actually enjoying the idea. Until the thought of HOW they were going to have a child popped into his mind. He didn't know how, but he was sure he would figure it out.

A few days had passed without hardly any talk of children. That didn't mean the thought did not pass either mind.

"So, Ian and I have talked about it for a while, and we have decided we want to start a family." Mickey stated.

He was on his lunch break and he needed to talk to someone and Ian wasn't answering his phone. He only had one other option.

"Its about fucking Time, Mick." Mandy answered excitedly.

"Chill, We're still in talks. Plus, how the fuck are we supposed to go about starting?"

"Well, you need to find a surrogate. Someone you want to share DNA with your child. That's normally how it's started for gay couples."

"What the fuck is a surra- what ever the fuck you said?"

"A surrogate. Someone to carry your kid. An egg donor. A oven so to speak, dumbass"

"How the fuck do you find one of those? I'm not gonna go up to some damn stranger and ask them to carry my fuckin kid."

"You idiot. It's easy. They have sperm donation centers, so they must have egg donation centers. You just gotta look"

"Do I fuckin google "woman to carry my kid"?"

"Hell if I know dipshit. try there and see what you can find."

"Your a lot of fuckin help, Mands. Dont even fucking know why I said anything"

"Lemme talk to Chris, maybe we can help you out."

"Yea, what the fuck ever. Let me know if you find anything."

"Sure thing bro. But I gotta get back to work. I get caught on the phone, and im shit-canned. Call you later"

"Bye bitch"

That was the worst phone call of his life. His sister was no help and he was still at square one, but he sort of knew where to start. He pulled up Google on his phone and typed in "surrogate mothers". He saw the wiki and read it over and over again, trying to understand what it entailed. When he saw that there were many different types of surrogacy, he copied the link and sent it to Ian in a text.

To: Ian

" wiki/Surrogacy Mandy said to start here. 3"

a few seconds later, his phone vibrated with his husbands reply.

From: Ian

"Surrogacy? you sure thats what you want to do? We can always adopt."

To Ian:

"When I imagine my daughter, she has bright blue eyes and long curly red hair. She looks exactly like her dads. fuck adoption." Mickey typed out and hit send.

From: Ian

"Aww, you imagine a little girl? I've always imagined a dirty little boy in a sandbox, eating the mud pies I keep telling him not to put in his mouth."

To Ian:

"Dont really care, as long as they look like you."

From: Ian

"I fucking love you, Mick."

To: Ian

You better. Never wanted kids before you brought it up.

From: Ian

Lets talk about it tonight over dinner. I'll make your favorite.

To: Ian

Gallagher Sundae again? ;)

From: Ian

Liked that didn't you?

To: Ian

Pizza is good too. I will order. See you tonight. ily

From Ian:

I love you too, Mick.

Mickey locked his screen and shoved it into his pocket as he walked back into his building with a huge smile on his face.

When Ian Made it home, The Domino's Delivery guy was pulling out of the driveway. Mickey had gotten used to Ian's schedule, and knew when his husband would be home. When he would be late, Ian would let him know.

"Honey, I'm home" Ian laughed as he walked through the door.

Mickey already had plates and glasses of wine out on the table. He was lighting candles on the table when Ian scared the shit out of him.

"You scared the shit out of me. Pizza just got here." Mickey said as he walked into the Kitchen to retrieve the large Pizza to place it in the middle of the table and tore the cardboard top off and folding it to fit in the recycling bin.

"A candle light dinner? Just for me? I'm flattered" Ian feigned.

Whenever they had dinner at home, Mickey always tried to make it a date. He wanted his husband to feel special. Ian would do the same for him, too, when he was home first. They had to keep the romance alive somehow.

"Shut up and sit down. We have a lot to talk about." Mickey said as he sat down.

Ian deposited his items by the edge of the couch and went to give his husband a kiss hello.

"I missed you today. How was work?" Ian asked as he sat down.

"Fine. other than getting this info" Mickey said as he held up a folder. The kind of folder that looked like it held important documents.

"Can we eat first? I am really hungry, Mick."

Mickey smiled sweetly at his famished husband. "Eat."

The guys talked to each other about how their day went, and which co-worker pissed them off and which ones were a little "too nice". Mickey swore women still thought he was straight in the office. Ian laughed and almost spit out his pizza.

"Straight? They know your starting a family with a man, and that your married to a man, right?" Ian asked.

"Most of them sent us wedding gifts" Mickey chuckled back.

Ian was hungry. Looking at him you wouldn't know he could put down almost a whole large pizza while the brunette was full after 2 slices. Or maybe it was his excitement making him not hungry.

"So, when I got back from lunch, I sent you the text with the surrogate wiki. I looked more into it, and a lot of stuff I found was very useful info" Mickey said as he handed Ian a piece of paper from the folder. It had addresses of different places in the area that dealt with something called IVF and surrogacy.

"Apparently, there are a lot of places. I circled the ones that had the best ratings of success online" Mickey said as he stood to the side of his husband and wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pointed at the ones circled with his other hand. "This one right here had the highest rating."

"You are too fucking amazing, Mick. You know that right?" Ian said as he looked adoringly at his husband, proud of him being just as invested in children now as he was.

"I just want to get this shit over with so you will stop nagging me about kids" Mickey tried to lie as he gently pulled Ian closer to him.

Ian rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around his husbands waist and looked up at him with his signature Gallagher grin.

Pulling out another sheet, Mickey placed it in front of his husband.

"This is a list of private surrogates. They don't do the lawyer stuff like other places. There are women on there who just want to help people out who can't have their own kids. Some others just love being pregnant and don't want anymore of their own."

Over the next few hours, the boys sat at the table and went over several pages of information on surrogacy. The types, the legal info and all that other stuff Mickey claimed not to be interested in, but spent hours reading after Ian had fallen asleep at the table.

Watching his beau sleeping on the table, he smiled. One day, hopefully soon, he would be seeing their child running around the house. A little boy with bright red hair and freckles and shimmering blue eyes like his.

'How the fuck are we going to share our DNA?' He thought as he laughed at his now drooling husband. He decided he would think about that later. Until then, he would wake up the redhead and take him to bed and have his way with him, and maybe give him a rim job if he asked nice enough.

"Ian, get up. Lets go to bed. You're drooling all over the table" He said as he kicked the younger man's chair, scaring the sleeping man.

"huh?" Ian asked, groggily.

"Bed. Now. I want to suck your dick" Mickey said as he walked to the bedroom.

Ian jumped out of his chair and in record time and made his way to the bedroom, pushing past Mickey as he tore his shirt off. He was NOT about to turn down a bad ass blow job.

The next day, When Mickey woke up, his phone was ringing. he hit ignore 4 different times before he finally decided to answer it.

"Who ever the fuck is blowing up my phone, I hope you are prepared to dig your way out of your mothers asshole, because-"

"Mick, its Christy. Ian isn't answering his phone." The voice on the other line said.

"What the fuck do you want, bitch? We are sleeping. I hope you are prepared to die later."

Christy laughed. "We want yall to come over for dinner tonight. Can you?" She laughed.

Fuck It. Mickey was awake now. He moaned as he rolled over to his back to find Ian pulling him in closer, rubbing his chest.

"What the fuck do yall want us to come over for?" Mickey asked as he rubbed the sleep from his face with this free hand and then wrapped it around his husband.

Mickey forgot who was on the phone. By the time he got his arm around Ian's neck, the redhead starting palming his dick, as he had woken up horny.

"Keep talking" Ian mouthed. Mickey raised an eyebrow, not knowing what his husband was up to.

"What? Sorry, I didn't hear you" Mickey said as he raised an eyebrow to the redhead.

"Mandy and I want to talk to yall" Christy said.

"What the fuck about?" Mickey asked as Ian was now crawling between his legs, parting them wide with a huge grin on his face.

"What time?" Mickey asked, without hearing why the girls wanted them there. He was too busy watching the redhead lick the skin under his now throbbing dick.

"Nuh-nothin" Mickey said into the phone as he gripped his hand into Ian's hair and forced his dick deep into the mouth of the man between his thighs. He bit his lip to hush his moan

"Nothing, fuck!" Mickey yelled into the phone as Ian smiled around his dick and shook his head, telling him not to hang up the phone.

"fuuuck" Mickey was now moaning into the phone. He quickly ended the call and threw the phone to his side and pulled Ian's hair harder, forcing him to suck more of his cock deep into the back of his throat as he bucked into his face.

Ian made a popping sound as he let Mickey's dick out of his mouth.

"Who was it?" He asked lazily.

"Chris. Don't stop" Mickey said as he pulled Ian back to his dick by his hair.

Ian enthusiastically began sucking his husbands dick again, massaging his balls with his free hand and sucking two fingers into his mouth along with Mickey's dick, wetting them.

Mickey moaned in pleasure. He knew what that meant.

Ian now began tracing circles around his entrance and slowly sank both fingers into him until he bucked into his hand.

"Fucking Christ, Ian. Just get in me already" Mickey whined.

Ian stopped sucking the brunettes dick and closed the space inbetween them with his body and planted a kiss onto his lips.

"Good morning" Ian said as he lined himself up to the older boys entrance professionally, without his hands and pushed himself slowly into the boy beneath him.

"Good morning to you too" Mickey moaned as he sank his nails into the freckled skin on top of him, meeting him thrust for thrust. "Shut up and fuck me harder" he begged.

Ian obliged. He fucked into Mickey harder, hitting his bundle of nerves over and over until the older man's thighs tightened around his muscular frame and began trembling as he came in between their torsos. Ian came hard into him a few thrusts later and laid ontop of him, spent and sated.

Mickey didn't mind that both of them came in less time than normal. He was actually getting hungry and wanted a shower.

"Who was on the phone?" Ian asked.

"The girls" Mickey replied as he wrapped his arms around Ian as the redhead plastered himself to him. "They want us to come for dinner tonight."

"Thats nice of them" Ian replied, pulling Mickey in tighter.

"Guess so" Mickey said.

After a few minutes of their morning routine for the past week, Mickey started talking.

"We need to shower."

"mhm" Ian mumbled as he pulled Mickey into him tighter. The older boy laughed. He held the redhead tighter until he was ready to finally get out of bed.