Not So Pleasant Surprises (5/?)

Title: Not So Pleasant Surprises (5/?)
Author: Kizzymie
Rating: NC-17 later on 
Pairing: Gerard/Frank and mentions of the women they keep.
POV: 3rd i think sort of Gerard centric in most places
Summary: They think they know him... but they have no idea.  The surprises just keep coming.
Disclaimer: MCR, Their wives, gf's and others are not mine.  If I owned MCR i would be rich and wouldnt be here writing this.
Author's Notes: This is my first mpreg so be gentle.  There is a bit of a back story in chapter 3 so hang in there with me!
Beta:  oh_i_swear... I suppose this is dedicated to you as well since you started my new obsession!

Chapter 1
Chapter 2 
Chapter 3 
Chapter 4

Chapter 5

As he stepped out of the clinic he realized he was going to have to stay at the hotel again tonight.  He had been on tour since he married.  He and his wife had been living out of hotel suites when they were on brief breaks.  They had yet to set up house.

There was Mikey and Alicia’s place, but they were in Brooklyn.  His appointment was in Newark so that would be a pain in the ass to go there and try and get back for the ultrasound.  He also needed to tell someone what was going on, but he didn’t want to worry his parents. 

If he had to have surgery someone would need to know.  He thought for a few minutes and decided it was best to tell Frank.  He flipped open his phone and dialed Frank’s cell, taking a seat on a near by bench and waited for him to answer.

“Hey!” Frank answered, having seen who was calling.

“What did the doctor say?”  Frank continued not letting Gerard say a word.

“Chill out.  I’m gonna tell you.”  Gerard said a little agitated.

“Well I have been worried sick about you.”  Frank said in a concerned voice.

“Listen is there any way I could stay with you guys tonight?  I have another appointment tomorrow and I really don’t feel like staying at the hotel.”  Gerard asked in a depressed tone.

“Sure, wait another appointment as in another doctor’s appointment?”  Frank questioned.

“Yes… I will explain it all to you when I get to your house.  Are you sure Jamia isn’t going to mind?”  Gerard asked knowing that she wouldn’t, but he wanted to be polite about it.

“Oh yeah, she’s not here anyway.  She’s visiting family with her mom in Connecticut this week.”  He explained.

“Ok, I will be there in a bit. Later.”  Gerard said as he closed his phone and hailed a cab.

After many repeats of the same sentences, Gerard hoped he had explained the full scope of the situation. 

Frank uttered several 'huh's, 'what's, and shot many shocked looks at Gerard.  He hoped that Frank now understood what was going on, and going to happen the next day.

“I understand if you are upset and grossed out.”  Gerard said lowering his eyes to the ground.  He started to bite his nails nervously.

“Surprised yes, shocked a little, but grossed out?  No way, I love every bit of you, even your girly parts.”  Frank giggled, moving next to Gerard on the couch. 

He was smiling.  That had to be a good sign, Gerard thought to himself.

“Look I am going to go with you tomorrow.  You shouldn’t go alone.”  Frank said pulling Gerard into a playful head lock.

Gerard pulled away.  “I don’t want you to have to go sit and wait and watch all that.  If anything it’s embarrassing.”

Frank put his hands on his hips, “Embarrassing?  What?  Whatever you nut!  You are talking to the guy who held your hair while you puked, the guy who cleaned you up after you puked, the guy who bathed you when you were so drunk you couldn’t function enough to clean yourself!  It’s me babe… Frankie.  Nothing you can say, do or have in you is going to embarrass you or me.  I am going and that’s final.” 

Gerard didn’t argue. 

“I’m craving spaghetti,” Gerard suddenly stated.

“Well damn, you are about to puke your guts up one minute and craving pasta the next.  You are definitely a woman!” Frank said pouncing on Gerard pinning him to the couch. 

Gerard rolls his eyes.  Frank kissed Gerard’s lips gently.  He stopped, jumping off the man to his feet.  “Let’s get you some food.” 

They returned to the house and were all alone.  It had been three weeks since they had been technically together, and frankly… Frank was a bit horny.

Gerard pulled off his tight jeans and threw them into the corner of the bedroom.  He replaced them with a pair of ivory colored pajama pants, with little lime green Christmas trees and pink snow flakes all over them.  He removed his jacket and tossed it on top of his jeans.

Frank’s in boxers and socks by now, no pajamas for him.  He hops in the bed. 

“Come to Butthead…”  Frank says making a come hither motion with his index finger. 

Gerard laughs.  “You are fucked in the head man.” 

Frank pouts. 

“I don’t like sleeping in this bed with you.”  Gerard says standing next to the bed.

“Well fuck you too.”  Frank spit, his mouth returning to the pouty shape it held before.

“Shut up… I mean this is her bed technically.  I don’t know if we should.  Should I just go to the guest bedroom?  You could come too.”  Gerard suggests.

“Hell no my TV is in here.  Besides, she knows how we are.  She could give a shit.  We have an agreement.  She does her thing, I do mine and we are married.  End of story.”  Frank says flicking on the TV.

Gerard shrugged his shoulders.  He folded the covers back and slipped underneath.  He pulled the cool sheet and comforter under his chin scooting closer to Frank.   It was a large bed, and it took some doing, getting over to him.  He didn’t want to be alone on his side.  He was worried about the appointment the next day.

Frank flipped over, lying face to face with him.

“Whatcha thinking about?”  He asked softly.

“Just sort of worried about the possibility of surgery… the doctor seemed pretty sure it was a fibroid and it would have to be removed.  He just wanted to confirm it with the ultrasound.  So I figure I will be set up for surgery tomorrow afternoon.”  Gerard said with a sigh.

Frank took his hand off the pillow and brushed the stray strands of hair off Gerard’s brow.  He repeated this motion gazing into his eyes.

“Babe, it’s going to be okay.  I promise.   You will be fine regardless if you have to have surgery or not.”  Frank said lowly, slipping his hand onto Gerard’s jaw. 

He leaned in close pressing their soft lips together.  No longer was there a lip ring to get tangled.  He had removed it some time ago.  Just soft lips were all that were touching.  Warm lips entangled with the love they shared for each other.  A deep love, no one really knew how deep.  It was times like these Gerard wished he didn’t have a wife.

Gerard broke the kiss and sucked in a deep breath squeezing his eyes shut.  “Oh god…” He said grabbing his mouth.  He flung the covers off him and disappeared in an instance.  Frank jumped up to follow and before he even got out of the bedroom he heard him hurling the dinner they had just eaten into the toilet.  Frank just shook his head and made his way into the bathroom. 

He walked up behind Gerard who was practically curled around the white, cold porcelain bowl.  He opened a drawer pulling out a band for his black hair.  He hovered over him pulling his hair back into a small pony tail.  Frank stood there rubbing his back as he puked every single ounce of food in his stomach, into the toilet.   Poor guy, Frank thought as he continued to comfort him.

He stopped, long enough to fetch Gerard a damp cloth.  He squatted near him and waited.  The room was filled with the aroma of spaghetti and stomach acid.  A pungent smell but nothing Frank couldn’t handle. 

Gerard slumped into the floor away from the toilet.  “It was good while it lasted.” 

“What?” Frank asked looking very confused.

“The spaghetti… it was good while it lasted.”  Gerard said blandly.

Frank laughed out loud.

“Sorry… You think you’re gonna be ok?”  Frank asked extending a hand to help him up.

Gerard grabbed his hand and pulled himself to stand. 

“I just need to go lay back down.”  Gerard said in a hoarse voice. 

Frank followed him back to the bed.  He tucked him in and climbed up the end of the bed and rested his body right next to Gerard.  The sick man looked exhausted. 

“Just sleep baby… just sleep.”  Frank whispered to him, kissing his cheek.