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Five Years Later
"Mayla Katelyn Gallagher, you got thirty seconds to get outta that damn bathroom!" Mickey yelled, pounding on the bathroom door as Marley-still looking like the perfect combination of her parents with Ian's green eyes, freckles, strong chin, and slightly turned up nose and Mickey's pitch black hair, full lips, and high cheekbones-did a little "potty dance" next to him. Mayla had recently turned thirteen and had begged her parents to let her start wearing makeup, which caused a lot of problems when you had three other children sharing a bathroom with her. "Go to Mama and Daddy's room and use our bathroom, Lee." Marley quickly ran up the hall-almost slamming straight into Kylan-to Mickey and Ian's bedroom.
"Is May still in the bathroom?" An obviously half asleep Kylan asked.
"I'm done! Sorry, mama." Mayla said as she emerged from the bathroom, her long, black hair braided delicately to the side and light, neutral colored makeup extenuating her vibrant green eyes, pale skin, and full lips. Mickey had no idea why the girl felt the need to wear makeup-she was naturally beautiful-but she did a good job of applying it. "Thought I heard Marley?"
"Girl was about to piss herself waitin' for you to get done so I sent her to our room." Mayla gave Mickey a sheepish look, her full bottom lip sucked into her mouth. "Go brush your teeth, Ky." Mickey sighed before pulling his eldest daughter to him and kissing her forehead. "Look perfect without the makeup, sweet girl."
"Just wanna look nice for Aunt Debbie's wedding." She defended. Mayla had grown up, but was still the sweet, gentle person she'd been at eight. "Do you need me to do Lee's hair?" Debbie had asked her five year-old niece to be her flower girl and the little girl had been thrilled she got to be in the wedding.
"Yeah; don't take too much time, okay? Once Ky's dressed and your dad has Alek in his suit we're leavin'." Mickey was thankful Mandy, Debbie, Fiona, and his mother had taught his daughter to do her hair and makeup, because he knew fuck all about that shit. "Thanks, May." The girl nodded with a bright smile before disappearing into the room she shared with her sister to retrieve what she needed to style Marley's hair.
"I don't gotta wear a suit like Alek, right?" Kylan asked with a scowl that looked completely out of place on his face; Ian's face.
"No, monster; just the shirt and tie dad laid out for you." Mickey said with a little laugh; his son was too much like him, some days. Mickey made his way to his bedroom, finding Mayla sitting on the bed-her pretty, knee-length coral pink dress smoothed out at her sides-with Marley-dressed in a beautiful, cream-colored, knee-length three-quarter sleeve dress-sitting in front of her as she braided her hair like she'd done with her own and Ian tying the grey tie around a fidgety Aleksandr's neck.
"Need some help?" Mickey asked, seeing the struggle his husband was having getting the boy to stand still long enough to get the tie done.
"Please." Ian sighed. Mickey smirked before kneeling in front of his little mini-me.
"Hold still." Mickey said in his authoritative tone that made Aleksandr instantly still. He understood why the boy seemed so nervous; Aleksandr was their shy child-hated any form of attention that came from anyone aside from his parents or siblings-and he was the ring bearer in Debbie's wedding. "It's gonna be okay, little one; just carry the rings and you're done." Mickey soothed, checking the tiny brunette's hair.
"Mama, They're gonna watch me." Aleksandr mumbled shyly, looking down at his little feet. Mickey hated that his baby boy was so afraid of anyone looking at him; he was as sweet as Mayla and their smartest child by far, yet he didn't want anyone seeing it.
"Only for a second, Alek." Aleksandr nodded, still looking at his feet. "You'll be okay, little one." He kissed the boy's cheek, loving that Aleksandr instinctively wrapped in his arms around him.
"Daddy, can you help me?" Kylan asked, walking to the bedroom with his black tie-one that belonged to Ian from his numerous trips to court as a child-untied. Ian stood and helped the boy who could pass for his twin. Mickey smiled, watching his family finish getting ready; his life was nothing like he expected, and he wouldn't change it for the fucking world.