Not So Pleasant Surprises 9b/?

Title: Not So Pleasant Surprises (9b/?)
Author: Kizzymie
Rating: NC-17 later on 
Pairing: Gerard/Frank and mentions of the women they keep.
POV: 3rd i think
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: First mpreg be gentle =)
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
Chapter 9a

a/n:  sorry i had to divide this chapter it was too long to post =(

 

Gerard hesitated and eventually took the phone.  Everything seemed to be in slow motion.

“Hello,” Gerard croaked clearing his throat afterwards.

“Yes… Okay… so that was the correct date?”  Gerard continued talking.

Frank was biting his lower lip wondering what was being said.

“Well,” Gerard paused, “I think that would be best.” 

“Yes I realize that.”  Gerard stated. 

Frank’s eyes darted back and forth with nervous energy.

“What?” Frank whispered.

Gerard stuck up his finger asking Frank to wait.  Frank sighed loudly in return.

Frank trotted his leg, watching Gerard bite his nails.

“Ok so do I need to just come there tomorrow since it won’t be actual surgery?”  Gerard asked. 

Frank held his breath.

“Is that the time you do things like this, so early?”  Gerard asked. 

“Ok six it is then.  Thank you, bye.”  Gerard said closing his phone.

Frank let out a little puff of air, “so?” 

“So what?”  Gerard asked avoiding the question he knew he would have to answer.

“Soooo, what did he say?”  Frank asked pulling his cigarettes out of the drawer next to the bed.

“I have to be back at his office no later than 6 in the morning.”  Gerard informed him.

“What was that about a date?”  Frank asked more interested in that information.

“Oh the date of the fetus would be term.”  Gerard said.

“Your due date.”  Frank said taking a drag off his cigarette.

“No… the date the fetus would be term.”  Gerard stated again.

“Well what is the date?”  Frank asked forcing Gerard to tell him.

Gerard huffed.

“June the 12^th.  Are you happy now?”  Gerard asked.

“Ok now why do you have to go in tomorrow?”  Frank asked curious as to why he would need to go right back tomorrow after all that had gone on that day.

“He is going to go ahead and take care of this tomorrow.”  Gerard stated looking away from Frank’s eyes picking up his pack of cigarettes.

He took one from the pack and put it too his lips. 

Frank snatched it away, flicking it across the bed.  It rolled off the other side onto the carpet.

“What the fuck?  That was a perfectly good cigarette you asshole.”  Gerard said really pissed.

“It’s not good for the kid.”  Frank said causing Gerard to get very agitated.

“It’s not a kid!  It’s a fetus and it’s in a messed up body that its not supposed to be in and its going to get the fuck out of me tomorrow!” Gerard shouted at Frank.

Frank wanted to grab him and shake him until he snapped his neck.  He knew nothing he said would matter.  There was no changing Gerard’s mind when he made it up.

Gerard slid to the bottom of the bed and bounced off it too his socked feet.  He looked quite weird standing there; gray socks, ivory and pink pajama pants, in a tight black tee that kept rolling up above his waist band… wild with anger and confusion.  The train was headed down the hill and Frank knew it was only a matter of minutes before it derailed.

Gerard began to pace at the end of the bed.  He was biting his nails on one hand and rubbing the other through his hair.  The wheels were turning and the babbling began.

“Will I have any ill effects from tomorrow? I didn’t even ask about that!  What if something goes wrong?  What if they botch it leaving me mangled for life?”  Gerard’s words continued to increase in speed.

“What will she think… Lindsey… oh my god what will she say?  I won’t be what she married!  What am I saying?  I’m not what she married.  She thinks she’s married to Gerard the man, the man with the plan. The man in general, I can’t even say I am that anymore.  I have never been that.  I have always been the thing.  How am I to know this thing inside me won’t turn out just like me?  What if it has all my deformities?  It has to be gotten rid of.  It’s a freak just like me.  It could be eating me from the inside as we speak!”  He was getting louder and louder.

Frank stood up he couldn’t hear anymore.

Putting his cigarette on the ash tray beside him, he walked to the end of the bed.  He grabbed Gerard by the shoulders and shook him as hard as he could.

“Gerard!”  He yelled, “Stop, and stop it right now.  You aren’t dying.  You aren’t going to die from this.  You may think you are but you’re not.  The baby isn’t eating your insides.  You are freaking out and you need to just stop… take a deep breath.” 

Gerard tried to twist away from his grip, but Frank had a strong hold on him.

“No, NO!  You have to calm down.  You are going to hyperventilate.”  Frank said not letting him go.

“Look lets just go in there, get some coffee and take our minds off this for a bit.”  Frank said a bit shaken himself.

“Oh yeah like that’s going to happen, chyeah.” Gerard huffed.

“Come on.”  Frank said pulling Gerard’s arm, stopped by Gerard’s resistance.

“That’s easy for you to say; you don’t have an alien threatening to eat its way out of you.”  Gerard said with his feet planted firmly into the carpet.

“Now!”  Frank commanded. 

When Frank raised his voice Gerard tended to listen.  He trudged behind the other man who was holding his wrist tightly.

He pushed Gerard by the wrist into a chair at the breakfast table. “Sit.”  Frank insisted.

Gerard did as he was told. 

“Now is it one cream and 2 sugars?”  Frank asked trying to remember.

“No!  God no, do you want me to puke right here on the table?”  Gerard asked making a gagging noise.

“So what, now you allergic to coffee?”  Frank asked starring at him unimpressed. 

“No asshole, sweet things make me nauseous.”  Gerard said frowning.

“Oh sorry.”  Frank said as he realized it was legit, and not Gerard being dramatic, something the man tended to be often.

“Black, I will try it that way and see if I manage.”  Gerard said thinking. 

If there was nothing in it really, how could it make him sick?  But then again, lots of nothings made him sick these days.

Frank handed Gerard the skeleton crew mug.  Gerard picked it up looking at it.

“Dipping into the inventory?”  Gerard asked noting it was a promo mug.

Frank didn’t remark.

Gerard took in a deep breath and blew it out, puffing his cheeks.

Frank looked at him.

“I can’t stay pregnant.  Yeah I am, but I can’t stay that way.  It’s just better for everyone and everything if I don’t.”  No longer was acting like a mental patient, Gerard making sense again.

“I can’t even imagine the number of interviews I would have to do.  How the world would react to such a situation.  Not only because I am a man but because I am the lead singer of a very popular music group.  There are others to think about, many others.”  Gerard paused looking for a reaction from Frank.

Frank toyed with the spoon lying beside his coffee cup.

Gerard continued his reasoning.

“I don’t want to even have to begin to explain this to anyone much less everyone.  For Christ sakes Mikey doesn’t even know about my additional organs.”  Gerard said making quotation marks with his fingers as he explains.

Listening intently Frank took a sugar packet from the stack in the small bowl, opening it.  He poured it on the dark wood table.

“God he would be so mad that I had kept this secret, I’m not sure he would even talk to me again.  And then if I added the statement, ‘oh yeah and I'm having Frank's baby’ on top of it all, he would disown me.”  Gerard said with a worried tone. 

He always felt guilty for keeping secrets from Mikey, but he knew it was sometimes best.

“He would not.”  Frank interjected.

“Ok Frank… what would you do if you were me?”  Gerard asked, seeing how Frank had other feelings on the matter.

This was Frank’s chance… his chance to say what he wanted to do about the matter.

“First off I would not do anything as soon as tomorrow morning.  Second, I would realize the thing inside you, I mean me, for what it is; a baby.  Third, I would survey the situation a little more closely.”  Frank offered.

“Are you telling me if you were me you would have this thing?”  Gerard asked.

Frank noted the disgust in Gerard’s voice.

“Actually, I probably would.  Sure it’s not the best thing that could happen to a guy but hey you gotta roll with the punches that are thrown at you.  You are all about saving lives.”  Frank said looking at the sugar he had spread on the table, drawing little doodles in it. 

“Now you have a life in your hands…  You are the sole authority of it.  It has no choice.  You decide whether it lives or dies.  Why would you not save its life?”  Frank asks with the most serious tone he has ever voiced.

He rose from his seat, placed his cup in the sink and walked out of the room.

Gerard sat there in disbelief, the words swirling in his head.

He wanted to run after Frank and pop him one good time in the back of the head.  It pissed him off that Frank thought things to be so simple.  It was more than just the thing’s so-called life.  This could ruin him, the band, and his wife.  And what the fuck was Frank thinking?  It could ruin him as well.

“You just have it all worked out don’t you.”  Gerard yelled walking down the hall with his hands on his hips.

Frank had taken a seat in the over sized chair, propping his feet on the table in front of him.

“Yes, yes I do.”  Frank said calmly.

He didn’t look at Gerard.  He knew he was pissing the hormonal man off and that was his intention.  His intention was to make him think, to make him realize it wasn’t just something he should do away with so quickly.

“You piss me off so bad you have no idea!”  Gerard yelled at the side of Frank’s head.

“You shouldn’t go tomorrow.”  Frank said casually, not taking his eyes off the Harry Potter novel in his hand.

Gerard growled at this statement and stomped off to the back of the house.

Frank decided to leave him be and let him stew on it for a while.  He realized it was Gerard’s ultimate decision, but he would be damned if he didn’t have a say so in what happened to his flesh and blood.  And as fucked up as it was… it was his flesh and blood. 

Frank giggled to himself.  He couldn’t help it.  He pictured Gerard with a huge belly and tits.  “Oh that would be very interesting.”  Frank laughed out loud.

He sat there quietly.  Random thoughts popped into his head between J.K. Rowling’s sentences. 

He wondered who the child would look like.  Would it have his thick lips or Gerard’s?   Would it have the little flipped up nose?

He shook the thoughts from his mind and tried to concentrate on the story.  He heard the back door open.  He looked up from his book and listened.  He heard the door slam.  Gerard.  He knew it had to be him, still pissed.

Outside Gerard huffed and puffed his way to a lawn chair.  It was cold, Gerard shivered.  He wrapped the blanket he’d brought out, around his shoulders.

“Mother fucker I will slap him.  He just doesn’t know who he’s messing with.  I am not going to take that shit.  This is my life, my fucked up body.  He keeps on I will hit him.  He won’t know what’s coming.”  Gerard spouted off to himself.

He takes out a cigarette and lights it up.  “I will make him wish he hadn’t taken that cigarette out of my hand.”

He takes a big drag off it.  He looks at it and thinks.  He bends down to the leg of the chair and snuffs out the barely used cigarette.  He hears the door slowly open behind him.

“Hey,” Frank says.

“What?” Gerard snaps rolling his eyes.

“Mikey is back from your Mom’s, he has your box.”  Frank tells him going back inside the house.