Not So Pleasant Surprises 8/?

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Title: Not So Pleasant Surprises (8/?)
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
Chapter 6
Chapter 7

Chapter 8

They walked out of the small room, and they trudged slowly down the hall, out the big revolving door to Frank’s car.  He let Gerard into the passenger side first before jogging around to his own door.  Frank took his seat and started the car.

“Gerard…” Frank started to talk interrupting the silence in the car.

Gerard looked at Frank.  It started to thunder loudly outside the car, the raindrops beginning to pepper down onto the windshield. 

They just sort of sat there looking at each other, with Gerard wondering what he was going to ask.

“I…” Frank paused, unsure how to phrase his words.

Gerard’s puffy eyes blinked waiting patiently for the next words to come out.

“I know I’m the father.”  Frank finally managed to make a full sentence.

Gerard turned his gaze out the window beside him.  Tears streaking slowly down his cheeks once again.  He took a deep shaky breath, letting it out slowly before he spoke.

“Yeah… you’d have to be.”  He whispered into the window, causing fog to form on it. 

He brought his finger to the fogged window and drew a little heart in it.  Frank watched this, his own heart breaking a little.  Gerard pressed his head beside the small drawing, rubbing it away with the end of his sleeve.

Frank leaned over and pulled Gerard by the neck towards him. Gerard turned to face him.

Frank took his finger and rubbed a tear from underneath Gerard’s eye. 

“Please don’t cry.”  Frank pleaded gingerly. 

He placed his warm lips to Gerard’s.  Gerard kissed back half-heartedly.

He nibbled Gerard’s lip slightly, and Gerard forgot about everything for a brief moment and grabbed Frank’s face with both hands, pressing their mouths together a little harder. 

Thunder popped again.  This startled them both, stopping the kiss; pulling back they looked at one another.  Frank pressed forward, forcing Gerard into a hug.  They sat there in that position for a moment before Frank let go and backed off.  If they had said anything it wouldn’t have been heard at this point, because of the torrent of rain drenching the small car.

“Not again… pull over!”  Gerard yelled trying to be heard over the monsoon going on around the car.

Frank slammed his foot on the break, pulling to the shoulder of the road.  Gerard flung the door open, hanging out… puke splattering into a puddle.  His head was getting soaked.  Frank leaned into the back pulling something from under the seat.  He hopped from the car pushing the black umbrella open.  He quickly made his way to Gerard holding the open umbrella over him.  Gerard continued to heave, hanging on to the door handle until his knuckles were white. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he growled loudly as he heaved.  It shook his entire body.

He took a deep breath and leaned back into the car whilst the water dripped from his hair onto his dark denim jacket and he panted in exhaustion.

Frank put the umbrella over himself and stood there waiting.

“Sorry,” Gerard said with his eyes closed.

“It is fine.”  Frank’s words were drawn out. 

He was tired of Gerard apologizing for such things as this.

“I think I’ll be ok until we get home.”  Gerard said, nodding his head to make the words more believable.

Frank shut Gerard’s door and got back in the car.  He pulled out into traffic and continued towards his house.  He looked over at Gerard whose eyes were still shut.  He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on Gerard’s thigh.  He had done this many times but now… well now it felt different.  He turned his gaze back to the road.

Gerard looked up and noticed Frank wasn’t looking at him.  He looked down at the hand on his thigh.  He wondered how in the hell it had happened to him... to them.  It had happened.  Didn’t everything happen for a reason? 

Frank didn’t move his hand at all for the next five minutes; until they pulled onto his street.  There was a cab there sitting by the curb outside his house.  Frank tried to rub the fog away from his window as he turned into the drive.  He couldn’t quite make out who was in the cab.

“Who the hell is that?” Gerard whined. 

Frank knew he was up for no visitors. 

They pulled to a stop.  Gerard sat there looking forward.

“Who is it?  Can you see them yet?”  Gerard asked in an ill tone.

“Oh dude it's Mikey.”  Frank observed.

Gerard sighed and rolled his eyes.

“You gonna tell him?”  Frank asked looking over at him.

“NO!”  Gerard snapped.

“Sorry.”  Frank yipped.

They were both startled by a sharp rap on the hood.  They looked up to see Mikey motioning towards the house.  He was getting drenched in the rain. 

Frank jumped out and sprinted to the door unlocking the house.  Mikey ducked inside.  Frank blinked and squinted, hand shielding his eyes from the rain, trying to see what Gerard was still doing in the car.

Gerard sighed.

“Hormone imbalance… yes that’s what it is.  Wait no… my thyroid.  That would make more sense.” Gerard rehearsed. 

He took a deep breath and got out of the car.

He jogged to the door where Frank was waiting.

When they got inside, Gerard bounded through the door, taking the wet coat off.  He hung it by Frank's on the black lacquered rack.

He and Frank exchanged glances quickly. 

“Did you find out anything?”  Mikey asked walking into the family room. 

Frank was starring a hole into Gerard wondering what he was going to say.

“Yeah… It’s my thyroid.  It’s acting up.”  Gerard said loudly looking away from Frank walking into the room with Mikey.

“That’s what is making you so sick?”  Mikey asks.

He’s not one for medical knowledge so who is he to question the diagnosis?

“Yeah,” Gerard said turning his attention to Frank who had joined them.

“I have to eat I am about to die of starvation.  All I have had all day is coke.”  Gerard explained falling back on the couch in a dramatic motion.

He realized his shirt had ridden up and was exposing his mid-section.  He quickly yanked it back down.  It was as if Mikey would see through him and know his secret.

Gerard had gotten really thin from being on tour so long.  His thickening waist wasn’t that noticeable, but now he was conscious of it.

Frank watched still quiet.

“Where’s Jamia?”  Mikey asked turning his attention to the quiet man.

“She’s visiting family with her Mom,” Frank said without hesitation.

There was an uncomfortable presence in the room.  Normally there would be much more chatting than this.  Gerard was doing his best to act normal.  It was killing him not to bite his nails.

“Okay I’m going to the kitchen to get a snack.”  Gerard said getting off the couch. 

Frank noticed him stretching his slim cut tee as far down below his pant line as possible.

“What you doing in Newark?”  Frank asked Mikey trying to gage how long he would be staying. 

The clock was ticking; it was already 4:00pm.  The doctor would be calling at five.

“I just stopped by here first to see if Gerard had gotten home from the doctor.  I’m heading to Mom’s to pick up a few things.  When they moved to the new house she boxed up several of my things and thought I might like to have them.  I think she has a box for Gerard too.”  Mikey said

“Oh cool,” Frank tried to sound interested.

Gerard returned from the kitchen carrying a plate of canned sausages and a bag of Doritos.  Frank sort of gagged at the sight of him cramming this into his mouth.

“This is so good.”  Gerard said with a mouth full of food.

“Jesus, Gerard that is nasty.  How in the hell are you eating those with Doritos?”  Mikey asked scrunching his nose.

Frank shivered at the sight.

“Does your thyroid make you eat weird shit like that?”  Mikey asked shaking his head.

“Yeah, you got a problem with it?” Gerard snapped.

“Uhh… no just asking.”  Mikey chuckled, not knowing what to make of Gerard’s odd mood.

“Did mom call you about your box?”  Mikey changed the subject.

“Yeah,” Gerard mumbled turning up a glass of orange juice. 

“Is that orange juice?”  Mikey asked catching a glimpse of the orange colored liquid Gerard was drinking.

Gerard shot him a go-to-hell look.

“Yes she did call me.” Gerard continued ignoring the question about his drink.

Frank’s mouth fell open and he gagged a bit thinking about the combination of the orange juice, sausages and chips.  He shook his head trying to rid his mind of the horrible thought.

“You wouldn’t get my box for me would you?”  Gerard asked. 

“I don’t want to go over there.  I don’t feel like telling them all about this thyroid issue.” Gerard said in a sloppy manner, cramming more food into his mouth.

“Sure, I will just drop it back by on my way out of town.”  Mikey told Gerard standing to his feet.

“You leaving?” Gerard asked putting his plate of funky foods down. 

“Yeah you know how it is with Mom; it will take me forever to get away from there.”  Mikey said buttoning his pea coat.

He moved for the door.  Gerard followed.

“I will see you in a few hours. It will probably be around 6:30 before I make it back by here.”  Mikey told them.

Frank had made his way to the corridor.

“See ya.”  Mikey said walking out the door and down to the corner. 

“Bye,” Gerard called after him.

Frank closed the door.