The Wedding:
Third Person POV.

Gerard stood at the altar, everyone else was sitting down, except for Ray, Bob, Mikey, and Alice. They stood to the side of Gerard. This wasn't a usual wedding, seeing as Gerard and Frank did not have many friends and wanted a small wedding.

Then it happened.

Frank walked down the aisle, led by his mother. Frank wore a beautiful crimson suit with a black tie and black pants. The pianist started playing the wedding march and everyone stood up to acknowledge him. Gerard wore a black tuxedo with a red tie, not a common thing at weddings, and he had his hair cut once more seeing he looked like a bum with his regular haircut.

When Frank was at the altar, his mother gave him to Gerard and kissed her son on his head, whispering how proud of him she was. She sat back down and Gerard took Frank's hand and the faced the pastor.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the marriage of these two men. We shall begin."

"Gerard Arthur Way, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, now and forever?"

"I do."

"And do you, Franklin Anthony Iero, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, now and forever?"

(I know I skipped a lot, I can't remember the entire process.)

"I do, now and forever."

"Then by the power invested in me by the Holy Father, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Gerard took Frank's hand and dipped him, sealing their everlasting love in their most loving kiss yet. He stood Frank up straight once more, and led him out of the church, to begin their new lives together.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Nine Months Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frankie:

I awoke with a sharp pain in my stomach. I also felt something wet and cold underneath me. My water broke! I'm having the baby! I started shaking Gerard, hoping to wake him up. He jumped up and looked at me with worry glazing over his beautiful eyes.

"Frankie, honey, what's wrong?"

"I think, I think the baby's coming."

"Shit. Okay, just hang in there for a minute."

Gerard ran around the room frantically searching for clothes for us to wear. He threw on some skinny jeans and a t-shirt, attempting to put on his shoes, he stumbled over to me and tried helping me up. I shooed his hands away and stood up, putting on my clothes while still in pain. Gerard took my hand when I was done and rushed me into the car, driving what I believe was twenty miles over the speed limit to the hospital.

"Gerard slow down, if you don't, we'll both be in the hospital."

"Sorry baby."

He slowed down a bit and after what felt like minutes, we were at the hospital. He flew out of the car and ran to my side and flung the door open, picking me up, seeing as I would slow both of us down. He raced inside and sped up to the receptionist.

"My husband's in labor, he has a rare condition where he can have children. We need help!"

"Right away sir."

She rushed us into the E.R and that was when the pain started to get to me. I screamed out in agony, trying hard not to cry, but the tears threatened to spill out, so I let them go. Gerard stood by me and held my small hand in his larger one.

"There, there, honey, they're going to help you as much as possible. Okay?"

"It hurts Gerard."

"I know Frankie, but you have to hold on. We're going to be parents in a while. Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"

"I have a feeling that they'll be a boy..."

"Really? How so?"

"They have one hell of a good kick."

"Huh, well, what do you want to name him, or her? Come on Frankie, focus, you have to stay awake. Don't close your eyes on me."

I should probably explain that since I am a man with a baby carriage, I can have children, but I am more likely to go into a coma or even die if I'm not strong enough. I tried to think about the baby, our baby, our family in our small home, watching a movie or just enjoying each other's company.

"I, I think we should name him Charlie."

"Charlie? I like that name, but why not Beanie?" He joked.

"Ha-ow-ha. Very-ngh- funny."

Gerard held my hand tighter. By now the doctor's were already preparing for our baby to be born, I can't believe that I missed so much of this just talking to Gerard, he sure does know how to keep my mind off of things going on around us.

"Mr. Way?"

"Yes?" We said in unison.

"Oops, Mrs. Way. Sorry 'bout that."

"It's okay. What Doctor?"

"We need you to push."

"Okay. I'll-AHGH!!"

I screamed in pure agony, it felt like my entire body was on fire. I tried to calm down, but it hurt to much I couldn't focus on anything anymore. All I could hear or see was Gerard screaming for me to stay awake, his eyes spilling over with salty tears, and the doctors trying to shoo him out of the room, having to drag him by his arms and legs. Then, there was darkness.

Gerard:

I screamed at Frankie, trying to get him to wake up. He was staring at me, or through me. The doctor's dragged me out of the room, not letting me know if he'd be alright. I'm not much of a religious man, but at that moment, I got on my knees and prayed. I prayed that both of my babies would get out of there alive, and happy. I waited about an hour and a half before a nurse came out and sat next to me on the bench where I now perch.

"Mr. Way, I have good news, and I have bad news."

"Is Frank, is he, dead?"

"No, both of them are perfectly fine. It's just, Frank's lost a lot of blood from undergoing labor and he's told the doctor that you're a match to his blood type but that you're also afraid of needles. We would need you to donate blood for him."

"I'll do anything, just, make sure I can take him home, happy, alive, and not in a casket. Both of them."

"Oh, also, you're now a father of a bouncing baby boy. We checked to make sure. Congratulations."

"Thank you nurse."

"Call me Trish."

"Okay, Trish."

She escorted me to get my blood drawn and when they were done, I walked into Frank's room where he sat on the bed, cradling Charlie in his inked arms.

"Gerard, I'd like to introduce to you our new addition to the family."

I walked over to them and I wrapped them both in my arms, kissing Frank's forehead, my eyes pricking with tears. These weren't sad tears, no, they were the exact opposite. These were joyful tears. And I was filled with just that. Joy. Hope. Love. I honestly thought that I lost Frankie today, but I didn't. I had Frankie and now I had a new boy to take care of. I have something new to live for. Frankie and I were now proud parents of a beautiful boy with bright hazel eyes and a stuck up nose. He looked like us a lot.

"Frankie, how did I get so lucky?"

"Well Gerard, some people say that God sends people hope when they need it the most, but I say that we got lucky because we found each other, and we were made for each other."

"You have a beautiful mind, Mrs. Way."

"So do you, Mr. Way."

I kissed both of my boys and held them there for what felt like hours, and I was never letting go again.

Notes

HOLY CRAPOLI!!! That chapter has to be one of my longest. I honestly almost gave up on this story because I couldn't think of anything, but now, with the baby being born I just can't give up! No, no, I, Screaming Tears, plan on writing this story until you all get bored of it. (Which hopefully, won't be for a LONG time.)

So, anywhore, question of the Day/Night:

What's for Thanksgiving?

My family is having my grandparents over and we are having Cherry, Apple, and Pumpkin pie along with cranberry sauce, turkey, stuffing, casserole, and sparkling cider to top it off. We have this every year but it never gets old. I hope you all have a fantastic Thanksgiving and go into turkey comas, or another type of foodly coma if you're a vegetarian, and I will see you next time!

Sweet Terrors and Horrific Dreams,
XOXO
Tears
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