Not So Pleasant Surprises 13/?

Title: Not So Pleasant Surprises (13/?)
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
Chapter 9b
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Gerard unbuttoned his tight pants and collapsed back on the pillow.  He lay there looking at the ceiling fan.  He didn’t really like this room.  The bed wasn’t as soft and there was no TV.  He now knew why Frank hated it. 

His thoughts turned to Lindsey.  He didn’t really want to think about her.  He knew this was going to hurt her.  He didn’t want to be the reason for her pain. 

For better or worse… he thought to himself.  Those were the words he spoke outside that night.  This would definitely be the 'worse' part of it.  He felt extremely out of sorts.  He couldn’t control that and he did not like it one bit.

He pulled his hands from behind his head and rested them unconsciously on his stomach.

He was suddenly aware of the slight bump below his hands.

It was very small but when lying like this he could tell he had the starting of one.  He was almost afraid to move his hands, afraid he might damage something if he touched it too hard.

One thing was certain after the trip to the clinic he wouldn’t be the one to cause it harm. 

He took both of his hands and pushed the band of his boxers below the slope of his stomach.  He pressed his fingers on either side of the curve and mashed slightly.  He could feel the firm mound beneath his skin, his baby. 

He didn’t know how to feel.  He continued to press lightly - his curiosity had got the best of him.  He rolled onto his side.  He grabbed the best seller book, or so it claimed, and looked it over.

“What To Expect When You’re Expecting,” He whispered. 

The title seemed to imply that the book would tell him just what to expect and he needed to know. 

He flipped it open to the index, scanning the entries he found 14 weeks, about what he was now. 

He backed the pages up until he found his place.

The Fourth Month, approximately 14 to 18 weeks, he read. 

He stopped and thought in months. His eyes got stretched wide.  He had thought it would be 9 months.  By the books calculation it would only be 5 months.  Only five months until they had a living breathing human that was part Frank and part him.  Only five months before they guys knew his disgusting secret.  Only five months before he was so big he couldn’t see his feet.  He grimaced at the thought.  He never really had any aversions to his chubbiness but this wasn’t going to even come close to being considered chubby.  He would be huge.  Could he hide it, he wondered?  How would you hide something like that?  Could he make it without telling the guys until he absolutely had to?  They were on a break an extended one at that.  They had a few more concerts to perform in late January and early February.

He counted on his fingers.  Six months he realized.  Would he be huge then or would he still be able to conceal it?  Someone had to tell management to stop booking shows and really soon.

His mind was churning with things that had to be taken care of now.  He jumped off the bed running to tell Frank they had to stop everything.  He started to see spots and everything went black.

Next thing he realized was someone calling his name.  It sounded as if he was in a tunnel.

“Hey he’s starting to come around.”  Someone said above him.

He heard another voice off to the side of him, “I just walked in and he was out cold in the floor.”

His vision was fuzzy so was his mind.  He brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes.

“What the fuck happened?”  Gerard asked not remembering how he got on the floor.

The baby, Gerard thought to himself.

He shot up into a sitting position making him dizzy all over again.

“Whoa!  You need to slow down.”  Jamia said squatting down in front of him. 

“Okay thank you.”  He heard Frank say from across the room.

Gerard watched as he hung up the phone.

“That was the doctor.  He said that you are more than likely fine and he felt the baby was too.  He said your increased blood volume can cause you to get light headed and even pass out.  He also told me, you need to take it easy that you are overdoing it; and if you were cramping or had any severe pain to go to the Medical Center at once.”  Frank informed him. 

It was Saturday the doctor’s office was closed.  His only choice was to go to the Medical Center. 

“Are you hurting anywhere?”  Frank asked Jamia looking at him trying to access him.

Gerard began taking stock of all his parts.

“I think I'm fine.  My elbow’s a little sore.  I must have hit it.”  Gerard said rubbing his aching elbow.

“What were you trying to do before you passed out?”  Jamia asked putting Gerard’s arm around her neck and helping him stand. 

“Here sit down on the bed.”  Jamia guided him back to it.

Gerard blinked trying to think.

“I’m not sure… Oh wait I remember.”  He said looking at Frank.

“I was coming to tell you that we had to make some calls and get management to stop booking dates for us to perform.  We already have some booked up until my sixth month and that’s getting pretty late in the game.  I don’t know if I can cover it up that far gone.”  Gerard said not caring a bit if Jamia was sitting there.

“Oh wow, yeah, I didn’t think about that.  What are we going to use as the reason?  You know they will want one.”  Frank said in deep thought.

“My thyroid, that’s what we told Mikey so why not carry on with that.  I can be sick, so to speak.”  Gerard said.

Frank nodded agreeing with the idea.

“Here get a drink of water.”  Jamia said as she handed Gerard a glass of water.

He took a few sips and handed it back to her. 

“Okay here’s the deal.  You need to rest, you have two choices.  You can hole up in here and we can bring in a TV or you can camp out on the couch and watch movies.  Either way you aren’t getting up for a while.”  Frank said with his arms crossed with a no nonsense look on his face.

“What if I need to pee?”  Gerard said with his crooked grin.

Jamia rolled her eyes.

“Seriously babe, you need to chill out.”  Frank said ruffling Gerard’s hair with a hand. 

Jamia got up and left the room. 

“Frankie,” Gerard started, “I think I’m going to need new jeans soon.”

Gerard raised his shirt showing Frank how he had to unbutton them to be comfortable. 

“Like get a bigger size maybe?” Frank questioned.

“Yeah I guess.  I’m gonna stop wearing these snug t-shirts and shit too.”  Gerard said pulling on the tee he had on.

“Just take ‘em off and get under the covers.  You don’t have to stay dressed.  Jamia don’t give a shit.”  Frank said.

Gerard thought about it for a moment before deciding that was what he needed to do.

He dropped his pants and hopped into bed quickly.  He still had his boxers on but didn’t want to be caught like that by her.

Gerard looks at the book on the bed opened, “Oh yeah I forgot I had been reading.” 

Frank looked over Gerard to the open book. 

“Yeah… learn anything new?”  Frank asked as he flipping the covers up over Gerard.

“Ha… yeah and I got a lot more to learn.  I know nothing.”  Gerard said picking up the book he had been reading, feeling overwhelmed by its thickness.

“I wonder though, if all this really applies to me?”  Gerard pondered grabbing all the pages and letting them fall out of his fingers slowly. 

Frank leaned near him with one hand on the headboard and the other on the mattress near his leg.  He kissed him on the head.

“The doctor did say you had normal organs for this sort of thing, so I would imagine it does apply to you.”  Frank said trying to be kind about Gerard’s differences.

“Yeah, true.”  Gerard said finding his place in the book once more. 

He flipped a few pages over finding the drawing of a naked and five months, pregnant woman.

“Shit that is how big you are at five months!” Gerard exclaimed loudly.

Frank looked down and his eyes grew large, “I don’t know about your stomach but that would be awesome if your tits got big like that.  It would be the best of both worlds.”  Frank said jokingly.

“I’m serious.”  Gerard said ignoring the tit comment.

“That is really big.  How can you pop out like that in a month?”  Gerard asked still looking at the image.

“Well it’s growing.  What do you expect, crazy?”  Frank said standing upright.

“I’m just worried is all.”  Gerard said closing the book.

“I’m going to go get you the TV out of the garage.  It’s our old one, but I think it still works.”  Frank said with his arms crossed again.

“Wait… I got this for you.  I thought it was a good idea at the time but... well here.”  Gerard said picking up one of the other books holding it out for Frank.

Frank took it from him and scanned the front, “Pickles and Ice Cream, A Father’s Guide to Pregnancy,” he sort of mumbled.

“Cool!”  Frank smiled wide, flipping the book over to see the summary on back.

“It’s the only one I could find that might fit such a situation.  I mean they didn’t have a 'When You Get Your Boyfriend Pregnant This is What’s Going to Happen' one.  So I figured this was the next best thing.”  Gerard said making a joke but never cracking a smile.

He tried making light of the situation but this always proved difficult. 

Frank chuckled, “No this is great thank you!”

Gerard just smiled a half smile, embarrassed that he even needed to buy a book for Frank like that.

“Seriously, I have so many questions.  I am so glad you got this.  I had considered looking for one myself.  But look you thought about it for me.”  Frank said beaming.

Frank walked near Gerard and hugged his head to his chest.  

“Thank you sweetie so much.”  He kissed the top of his head.

He was interrupted by the sound of huffing behind them.

“Oh damn Jamia you are going to kill yourself.”  Frank said letting go of Gerard, walking to her.

She had brought the TV in for Gerard, but she was none too happy to see Frank being so affectionate with him again.

Frank took one end of the TV and helped her move it over to the top of the dresser.  He still had the book in his hand.  He laid it down in order to adjust the position of the TV and plug it in the wall.

“What the hell is this?”  Jamia said picking up the book looking at its cover.

Gerard glanced up and quickly squeezed his eyes closed, lowering his head again.

“Pickles and Ice Cream, oh my god.”  She scoffed looking up from the book to Frank. 

Frank shot her a look. 

Gerard tried to ignore everything going on by keeping his nose in his book.

“You two can’t be serious.  I mean come on these books are for women and their husbands.”  She said tossing the book back on the dresser.

Gerard felt completely humiliated but he didn’t dare say a word or make a move.  He hoped if he willed himself to hard enough, he would vaporize into a mist.

“Just what do you two think you are going to do during this pregnancy?”  Jamia insisted with her hands on her hip. 

“You gonna start attending birthing classes and Lamaze together next?”  She asked with a mocking tone.

“Jamia that’s enough.”  Frank said with a raised voice.

“I’m just saying you two need to be realistic.  You are both married.”  She said walking into the other room.

Gerard’s eyes had welled up with tears.  He wouldn’t blink.  He didn’t want them to fall down his cheeks and be seen.  She was right.  They were completely mental for even being remotely happy about this.  He wished he was dead.

Gerard wanted to crawl under the bed. 

When she was out of sight, Gerard threw the book down on the bed and shoved his entire body, head and all underneath the covers.  His tears flooded his face and the sheets in front of it.  He wasn’t making a sound.

“Gee... come on man.  Don’t listen to her she’s just… hell I don’t even know what the fuck she is.”  Frank said walking over to the bed, attempting to pull the covers off of Gerard’s head.

“All that was completely uncalled for and rude.  It’s not like we know what the fuck we are doing.  Hell we have only been at this for what… forty-eight hours now.”  Frank said seating himself beside the covered form on the bed.

Gerard gritted his teeth and growled, still holding the cover taught over his head. 

“Okay, I am going to let you rest.  I am going to just order out tonight for dinner and then I will have a talk with her.  Is there anything specific you want?”  Frank asked waiting for a response.

Finally Gerard muttered a response, “No.” 

“Okay then… I’m just going to make a call and run get something.  You gonna be okay until I get back?”  Frank asked as he stood from the bed.

Still fully covered, Gerard assured him with a muffled 'yes' that he would be perfectly fine.

Frank took a deep breath and went on his way.