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Lip’s scrolling through Ian’s phone, sliding through the pictures he took of Freddie that day, while Ian took care of him.
There are many, because Ian loves kids, and loves looking after his son.
“There’s a whole album of Fred-pictures if you want to look at ‘em.” Ian tells him through a mouthful of Pop Tart as he mindlessly watches New Girl on the TV.
“Okay.”
With Tami peaking over his shoulder and Fred safely in his portable car seat, ready to leave, he goes to the ‘Albums’ section on the Photos app. It’s immediately in front of him, having been added to so recently, and labelled ‘Fredster’, because Ian’s a massive dork. There’s cute ones of him in the bath with bubbles all over him and sweet ones that Mickey clearly took of Fred sleeping on Ian’s chest. It’s cute. Tami coos over one video where the baby is clapping his hands excitedly. When he exits the folder, something else catches Lip’s eye.
“Why do you have a whole thing titled ‘Mick’?” Lip laughs when he sees it. It’s not just an album, it’s a folder containing many albums, each with different titles.
“Because I like Mickey.” Ian says simply, focused on the telly.
“Mickey - Angry, Mickey - Cute, Mickey - Smiling.” Lip lists off as Tami giggles behind him.
“Gimme it back.” Ian rises from the couch and makes a grab for the phone.
“Mickey - Tattoos, Mickey - Hot.” Lip continues, holding the phone away from Ian’s long, gangly arms.
Mickey traipses through the door, then, with bags of groceries. He takes in the scene of Lip and Ian wrestling with a confused look.
“What the fuck?” He asks Tami, who shrugs, and places the bags on the counter.
“Did you know your husband has a whole photo album dedicated to you? With categories?” Lip cackles as he tries to keep Ian off him.
“No? What?” Mickey looks at Ian quizzically, who blushes but largely ignores him in favour of grabbing for the phone.
“Mickey - Chest, Mickey - Rings, Mickey - Hands.” Lip reads. “Hands? Seriously? You have a whole folder to commemorate your husband’s hands?”
“Shut up, Lip.” Ian gruffly mutters, trying still to tackle his brother.
Tami laughs furiously from her seat at the counter, and Mickey still looks perplexed.
“Mickey - Ass.” Lip’s nose crinkles in disgust.
“Ugh, really, Ian?” Mickey scowls, and Ian responds with a sheepish shrug.
“Mickey - Eyes. Jesus, you’re so soft.”
“Hand it over, Lip.” Ian shoves at him.
“Hold on, there’s more.” Lip wheezes. “Mickey - Dick. Mickey - Thighs. Mickey - Hair, Mickey - Sleeping.”
“Stop taking photos of me when I’m sleepin’!”
“Shut up, Mick.”
“Mickey - Fred, Mickey - Franny, Mickey - Wedding Day. Mickey - Selfies. Mickey - Pretty.” Lip scoffs and Mickey’s frown deepens.
“Ugh, just stop, Lip.”
“I can’t, it’s too funny. There are so fucking many.”
“I wanna see ‘Mickey - Pretty’.” Tami chimes.
“No.” Mickey gives her a stern stare.
“Mickey - Just Woke Up, Mickey - Grumpy, Mickey - Drunk, Mickey - High, Mickey - Baby Pics. You have baby pics?” Lip’s eye brows raise in amusement.
“Mandy sent them to me. Just give it back!” Ian has Lip around the waist as he scrambles for freedom.
“No! Mickey - In My Clothes, Mickey - Arms.” Lip catches Mickey’s little smirk out of the corner of his eye. “Mickey - Blowjob. Ew Ian!” Lip cries.
“I told you to give it back!” Ian reaches again for the phone, and again Lip manages to slip free.
“I’m not done yet! Mickey - Smoking, Mickey - Lighting. What the fuck is that?” Lip clicks on it, scrolling through images of Mickey lighting cigarettes. Jesus Christ. His brother has an obsession.
“Gimme it, Lip. Mickey, fucking help.” Ian orders.
“Give it back, Lip.” Mickey rolls his eyes.
“No fucking way. Mickey - Back, Mickey - Dressed Fancy, Mickey - Annoyed.”
“Stop taking photos of me when I’m fuckin’ pissed off!” Mickey shouts, and gets ignored.
“Mickey - Lying On Me, Mickey - With Mandy, Mickey - With My Family, Mickey - Holding Guns, Mickey - With His Family, Mickey - With Neighbour’s Cat, Mickey - Swimming (Or Trying)” Lip chuckles and Mickey lets out a hearty groan. “Mickey - Cuddly.” Lip and Tami both release harsh laughs and Mickey flames red.
“That’s enough, Lip.” He joins his husband in tackling Lip, both of them scrambling for the phone.
“There’s more - Mickey - Mornings, Mickey - Driving.” Mickey makes a spring for the phone and Lip has to leap to avoid him. “Tami take it!” He says, tossing the device at her. In an honestly impressive move, Ian swerves and grabs for it in mid-air. He covers it with his body like it’s a bomb about to go off. Lip can’t stop laughing.
From the floor, Ian sends him death glares and Mickey gives him a similar look as he pants in front of him.
Tami grins from ear to ear.
“I think it’s time for us to go.” She says lightly, picking up Fred’s seat.
“Yeah, leave. Before I murder you.” Mickey threatens darkly.
“Aw, you won’t murder me. You’re too busy being ‘Mickey - Cuddly’.” Lip snarks.
Before Mickey can actually murder him, though, he quickly makes his exit, closing the door behind him and Tami. They’re still laughing when they get in the car to drive home.