Frank POV

I wake up, still enveloped by the warmth of Gerard's body. I smile and look up to see that he is still asleep. I should probably go and get him some painkillers for when he wakes up... I know just how much pain he will be in. I kiss Gerard's pale chest, which is covered in bruises, some given by me out of love whilst others were given by Daryn's disciples out of hatred. I slowly slide his arms away from me, as not to rouse him. I change into my fresh boxers and Nirvana Tshirt which I'd packed yesterday.

I ascend the stairs to the kitchen and put on the coffee maker, it may be weird for someone who isn't well known to be in the kitchen as if they live there but who cares when they are providing coffee! I grab the cups from the kitchen cabinet situated above the coffee maker.
Whilst I am waiting for the coffee, I go to the bathroom and raid the draws and cupboards for painkillers. Eventually I find some in the cabinet beside the sink. I go back to the kitchen, pouring the coffees out and adding appropriate amounts of sugar and milk for me and Gee. I walk back downstairs, Coffee and painkillers in hand. I place the coffee and pills on Gee's bedside table before I climb back into his bed, back into his warm embrace.

I simple snuggle up into him for about five minutes before I decide that he needs to be awake to drink his coffee... and snuggle me back. "Gee, wakey wakey," I whisper gently against his chest, where my head is nestled. I appear to have been too subtle so I try a different tact. I move up again and swing my leg over Gerard's body, straddling his hips. I smirk as I move my hands down to his body. I slowly move my fingers over his stomach before I start tickling him. Gerard starts thrashing around, trying to get me off.

"Fucking stop!" he shouts, grabbing my hands before he opens his eyes. Our eyes lock and I chuckle lightly. Gerard's grumpy morning expression transforms into a smile as he locks our fingers together and leans up to give me a sweet innocent kiss. "Morning, Baby," he says softly once he moves back, still smiling sweetlly.

"Hey, Babe, sleep well?" I ask, leaning down to snuggle into his soft skin. He laughs affectionately at my movement.

"Yeah, I slept fucking excellent, just like every time I get to cuddle you to sleep, how about you?" he replies. That cheesy little shit.

"Same here, I feel so safe and content with you holding me," ... okay so I'm cheesy too, sue me.

Gerard kisses the top of my head. He sits us up and throws his legs over the bed but winces. "Shit, Frankie, you've like destroyed me," he chuckles into my hair.

"Oh my God, shut up... you did the same to me!" I joke. "Plus I got you coffee and painkillers," I say pointing at the bedside table and leaning back to smile at Gerard.

"And that is what makes you so perfect," he says with a look of adoration. I just blush and tuck my head back into his chest, which makes him laugh again. He pulls me back and cups my face in his hands. "Listen to me, Fairy, I love you and you're perfect and stop being so shy... even if it is adorable," he says with a chuckle which just makes me blush more. Using those artistic hands of his, he brings our faces together and graces my lips with a gentle yet passionate kiss.

"I love you too, Geebear," I say once he pulls his lips off of mine. He smiles at me then shuffles us along and grabs our coffees. He gives me mine and I get up from his lap and sit myself beside him. He pops the pills from the packet before taking them with aide of his coffee. I move his free arm, the one closer to me, and snuggle into his side, wrapping his arm around me. The sit drinking and cuddling in a beautiful silence. I finish my coffee and place it back on the bedside table, wrapping my arms around Gerard. Gerard hums before placing his, now empty, cup down beside mine and leaning us back to cuddle some more.

Before this whole relationship I would never have pegged Gerard as a cuddler or an affectionate boyfriend, yet here he is, holding me tight and placing kisses in my hairline. "Y'know what time it is?" Gerard asks with his face nestled in my hair.

"Nope, I forgot to check... but it wouldn't hurt to get up and shower!" I chirp. Gee laughs into my hair.

"Okay, Baby, let's go and shower... no funny business!" he jokes.

"Shut up and go turn on your shower!" I say with a small hit to his chest. He laughs more before carefully shuffling out from under me. He jogs into the bathroom and I smile as I watch him disappear behind the white door. I sit up and make my way to yesterdays discarded clothes, including the boxers I changed out of this morning. I fold the clothes, grabbing my phone from my pocket. I put the clothes in my backpack and look at my phone. It is 10:32AM... the funeral is at 2PM so we have like three hours before we have to leave for my Dad's house, where we'll follow the coffin to the graveyard. I am really not looking forward to today...

"Franks, the water is warm," I hear Gerard call from the shower. I put my phone on the bed and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. When I turn around I see throw the glass door that Gerard is already showering, all naked and wet... fuck... we don't have time for this... but he looks so good... but we need to get ready... fuck...

Gerard turns around, biting his lip. "C'mon, Baby," he says, opening the shower door and extending a hand to me with the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth. For fucks sake, Gerard, why are you so irresistible? I quickly shed my clothing and climb into the shower quickly. Actually, too quickly because I slip and end up pinning Gerard against the shower wall. Fucking wow, I had to make things worse. I'm going to die of being overly turned on... we don't have time to resolve the problem that being pressed against Gee is creating. "Shit, Frankie," he gasps in my ear. Not helping.

"Gee, we don't have time for this," I say into his neck, the hot air against his wet skin making him moan.

"Then stop turning me on," he whines.

"I'm not the wet and naked one," I defend.

"Yes, Frankie, you are... we both are... it tends to be attributes of someone who is showering..." Gee jokes.

"Shut the fuck up, smart-arse!" I joke.

"Fine, fine," he says, raising his hands in a sign of surrender. "Get off of me, Frankie, unless you want to be late," he warns and I can tell that he means it. I kiss his neck gently then move back, steadying myself on my own two feet. "Okay, umm... I'm going to just grab the body wash," he says, reaching around me to grab it, pushing us close together and making my breath hitch.

Once Gee has the body wash he squirts some in his hands and hands it to me. I try my best to ignore him and focus on cleaning myself. But have you ever been in a tiny shower with your sexy boyfriend who just so happens to be naked and wet and lathering their body? If not then I'm sure that you can at least imagine my difficulty in ignoring every movement of his hands.






Gerard POV

I can feel Frank's eyes on me but decide that I should at least attempt to have some restraint and not just give into my wants. I wash my body facing away from Frank. When I get to my waist I feel arms encompassing my waist.

"Want some help?" Frank whispers into my ear, his breath fanning across my neck. My body shudders and hums as it nods in approval without seeking my permission first. Frank is now spreading the shower gel that he had on his hands across my torso.

"Frankie, we haven't got time," I whisper, as if I don't want him to stop. Who am I kidding? I don't want him to stop. But I have to.

"We do if we're quick," he says, biting softly on my neck as he rakes his nails down my body. Fuck. He knows what I like which really isn't helping me say no.

"Frankie," I whimper... fuck, I was meant to sound assertive. Why does he have such an affect on me? Oh right, because he is fucking gorgeous and sweet and funny and smart and knows what to do with his body... he is so perfect. Damn him.

"Shh," he whispers against my neck before he bites down hard, causing me to moan. And if he wasn't turning me on before then he really fucking is now. I decide that I'm fighting a losing battle and just relax against Frank, wrapping my arms behind me and into his hair, tugging lightly. I feel him grin against my shoulder... he knows that he has won. I feel his hands move down to my hips, he pulls them back against his and I can feel just how hard he is which in turn only makes me harder. I moan softly when he starts massaging my hip with one hand whilst the other is running across my thigh.

"Frank, if we didn't even have time for this then we definitely don't have time for..." I stop talking when an animalistic moan escapes my mouth as the hand from my thigh grasps my erection.

"What was that, Gee?" he asks and I can literally hear his smirk. I just shake my head as he starts moving his hand fast, wasting no time.

"Shit, Frank," I gasp when I feel him begin to rut up against me. His hand is twisting just the right amount as it goes over the head and he is hitting all of the most sensitive spots as if we do this a lot when in reality we rarely even get the chance to, and when we are about to progress to doing stuff we are always interrupted.

Frank it biting down on my shoulder now and one of my hands leaves his hair to hold me up against the wall as I pull his hair harder with the hand that is still threaded through his wet hair. This only increases the speed of his ministrations and to stop him from massaging my hip, instead digging his nails into it, scratching me.

"Fuck, Franks, I'm close," I gasp as I feel that familiar feeling building up in my stomach. His hand starts moving faster and now my hips are thrusting to meet his hand with every stroke. "Frank, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." I finish with a moan as I cum all over Frank's hand and I blank out in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. Once I reach reality again Frank's hand is slowing. He lets go of my dick and grips my hips, gently, with both hands. I hum as he starts littering my shoulders and neck with gentle kisses. I rotate gently in his arms so that I'm facing him, arms winding around his waist, as do his arms around mine. "Your turn," I smile and as I'm about to move my hand down to his erection I realise that he doesn't actually have an erection. He is 100% soft... what the hell? I look up at him, confused, asking silently 'What the fuck?' Frank blushes and bites his lip.

"Well I was humping you and when you came and moaned it pushed me over the edge too..." he admits. I move a hand to grip his chin gently. I raise his chin so that I can kiss him. I kiss him gently and slow. We really don't need to be adding heat to this kiss.

"Don't be embarrassed," I say against his lips as one hand strokes his face as the other massages his hip. "That is actually quite hot," I say with a wink. Frank giggles and kisses me quickly. "Right, lets actually fucking wash," I suggest to which Frank agrees.

Frank and I assist eachother washing, actually just washing this time, before we step out and dry off. We decide that it would be smarter to do our hair and make up before putting on our suits. We put our boxers on and I get out my make up, hair straighteners, hairspray and hair dryer. I start with my make up whilst Frank does his hair. I apply a small amount of eyeliner to my waterline and a touch of black eyeshadow, I don't want to overdo it... Me and Frank swap tasks. I admire Frank for a few moments as he begins applying eyeliner. His hair is perfectly straight, covering one eye. He is so beautiful. I get on with drying and straightening my hair in a way so that it frames my face. I use some hairspray to keep my hair in place and turn off my hair straighteners. I grab my suit and change into it , making sure that my tie is straight.

"Ready, Franks?" I ask, looking over at Frank. He has eyeliner the whole way around his eyes, a bit thicker than mine, and some red eyeshadow on and, I think, some mascara. His suit shirt is only half done up, he has his suit jacket and trousers on fully though. Wow, he looks pretty fucking hot. He hums as he continues doing up his shirt. He throws his tie around his neck and tries to do it up but fails quite miserably.

"Gee, can you help me?" he asks with a sigh. I smile and walk over to him, tying and adjusting the article of clothing.

"There, all done," I say once I finish adjusting the knot of the tie.

"Thanks, Gee, you're the best," he says with a soft smile. I frame his face with my hands and kiss him softly as I caress his cheeks with my thumbs.

"You're welcome, Sugar," I say, smiling back at him. "And you look really fucking hot, by the way," I whisper into his ear, nibbling his ear lobe. He blushes and murmurs a 'Thanks, you too,' I just chuckle at his shyness. "Ready to head to your Dad's? We have like fourty minutes to get there and it'll take fifteen minutes to walk there... plus we need to make sure that everyone else is ready," I say and Frank's smile falls and he nods. I cup his face in my hands again and make his gaze meet mine. "Franks, it's okay, I'll be by your side all day, okay?" I say and he nods and kisses me quickly. "Okay, I'll go and get Mikey and Ray, I think they're at Ray's across the road, okay?" he nods again and grabs his back pack, sighing.

I knock on Ray's door and wait patiently but there is no answer. Typical, they're still fucking sleeping. I knock louder and hear a grumble from somewhere up the stairs. Ray answers the door. He looks like shit. Seriously. His fro is a mess and he is in nothing but boxers. "Ray! What the fuck!?" I shout. He looks at me confused for a moment before he remembers.

"Shit, the funeral!" he gasps.

"Yep! Does Mikey have his suit here?" I ask and Ray nods. "Okay, then let's get you two ready!" I order as I barge past Ray and up the stairs. "Which room is yours?"

"Uh... the one on the left but you don't want to go in there..." he says is a sorry tone.

"What? Why not?" I ask confused and flustered.

"Umm... Mikey isn't exactly dressed..." he says awkwardly.

"Why the fuck n..." I stop once I realise. "Eww... Go and get him up and in some boxers then!" I order and a flustered Ray does as I say. Within twenty seconds I'm being called in to help. Ray dresses himself whilst I help Mikey to do his tie and I brush his hair so that it looks less ridiculous. Whilst applying a thin ring of the eyeliner that he bought I search for his glasses. Once I find them we rush out of the house. When we get into mine a scared looking Frank is sat on the stairs.

"What's up, Fairy?" I ask, concerned.

"I'm really fucking nervous, don't worry. Ready to go?" we all nod in response and once I grab my keys and mine and Frank's phones, which he'd left on my bed, we make way to his Dad's. When we get there we can hear shouting before we even get inside. I grab Frank's keys from his bag, kiss him on the forehead and make my way into the house alone.

"OI!" I shout and the arguing stops. A tearful Katelynne and an angry Kellin look over at me from the living room. "Today is not the fucking time for this shit, okay? We are burying someone today and I do not need Frank any more upset because you two are bickering. This shit can wait until tomorrow. You have two fucking months until the baby is even born, right?" Katelynne shakes her head and Kellin shrugs, causing Katelynne to huff.

"We have three weeks until I'm due. I just fucking told you that, how can you already have forgotten?" she shouts before she cries more... fucking hell, I don't have the time for this shit!

"Shut the fuck up!" I shout, causing her to cry more... oops. "I mean, please stop arguing, for Frank. I will help you sort this out tomorrow, okay?" I say as I rub Katelynne's arm. She wipes her eyes and nods. "Okay, I see that at least you two are dressed. If you plan on wearing make up then you should do it now, the coffin will be here in twenty minutes," I explain and Katelynne nods, running - well waddling - upstairs. "Kellin, go and check that Hayley, your mum and Frank's dad are ready please?" he nods and runs upstairs. I head back outside and call everyone in. Frank hugs me once I shut the door.

"Thank you," he whispers against my shoulder. I just rub his back, letting him know that I understand.






Frank POV

Once Gee has walked into my house alone the shouting stops. I look over and Ray and Mikey who are whispering things to eachother. At first I think that they're talking dirty to eachother until they walk over to me. Ray wraps an arm around me, as does Mikey.

"It's okay, Frank," Ray says to me and I just shake my head.

"But it's not is it? My mum is fucking dead!" I shout as I fall onto my knees on the floor, crying. "No one understands, no one even tries to, everyone just pities me!" I cry.

"That's not true. We don't pity you, Izzy doesn't pity you, Bob doesn't pity you, your dad doesn't pity you, your step-mum doesn't pity you, your step-siblings don't pity you, and Gee... well Gee certainly doesn't pity you." Mikey soothes, rubbing circles on my back. I realise that everything he has done and is doing for me today isn't out of pity but love.

"Okay," I whisper and I slowly stand up, looking at Ray and Mikey, smiling solemnly. Mikey's hand wipes at my cheeks gently.

"Fixing your eyeliner," he explains with a smile. I thank him and then Gerard calls us in. I grab my bag, which had fallen at some point. We all walk in and I realise that I should thank Gee for everything that he's done for me. I hug him as soon as he shuts the door.

"Thank you," I whisper, muffled by where my mouth is at his shoulder. I try to expand on what I was saying but he rubs soothing circle into my back and I instantly know that he understands and that it'll be okay. He always comforts me so much, even without meaning to. I hold tighter around his waist.

Our embrace is interrupted by a knock on the door. I pull back from Gerard and am about to answer the door when he says that he's got it. I thank him with a kiss on the cheek and walk into the living room where Katelynne, Kellin, Hayley, Dad, Carly, Mikey and Ray are all sat, talking quietly. I sit on the armchair, waiting for Gee to come and cuddle me. I need my Geebear. I feel everyone looking at me but can't bring myself to talk to them

"Frankenstein," I hear called from beside me. I instantly know who it is. Only one person call me Frankenstein... Well my mum did when I was younger but she stopped that about the time that she started to drink. I turn to the side, throwing my arms around Izzy. "Shh, it's okay, honey," she whispers to me. I simply whimper, a result of holding back my tears.

She pulls back and kisses my cheek. I kiss hers back and we smile at eachother. She steps aside and goes to sit with Hayley, the pair greeting eachother with a casual kiss which makes me smile. I'm glad that they have eachother, even if it is a very new development.

"Dude," I hear called from the doorway. I turn to see Bob stood beside Gee. I forgot that I'd invited Bob.

"Hey," I whisper.

"Umm... I am awful at this sort of shit but umm... I'm sorry for your loss," he says with an apologetic smile.

"Thanks," I reply, equally as quiet as before. He nods before walking over to Kellin.






Gerard POV

Bob walks toward Kellin... shit...

"Heya, Kels," Bob says, smiling softly to Kellin, who is having a whispered argument with Katelynne. I'm so glad that Frank has tuned out or that would probably have pissed him off. I walk over to where Frank is sat. He pulls me onto his lap and rests his head in my side. I softly stroke his hair as I continue to look at Kellin, Bob and Katelynne.

"Excuse me, we're kind of busy," Katelynne hisses.

"Kels, who is this?" Bob asks confused.

"No one..." he says before I see that evil glint in his eye. "A mistake," he whispers, grabbing Bob's hand. Oh shit.

"A mistake!?" Katellynne whisper-shouts. Kellin nods as he pulls a confused Bob to his lap. "How could you say that? And who the fuck is this, guy?" she angrily questions.

"This, Katelynne, is Bob," he says before he pulls Bob's face down to his and kisses him passionately. Bob, not knowing that this woman is Kellin's pregnant wife, kisses back, full passion, as he wraps his arms around Kellin's waist. Kellin pulls away, smirking at the stunned expression on Katelynne's face. "He's my boyfriend," Kellin expands. Katelynne's face turns upset, which quickly becomes angry. Bob looks stunned. I doubt they'd even discussed being an actual couple but now Kellin is using him to anger his wife.

"You fucking what!?" Katelynne shouts. Everyone's head snaps to their direction, excluding Frankie who just stares at me with pleading eyes. I kiss his forehead and stand up.

"You two, in the kitchen, now!" I order through gritted teeth to the married couple. Katelynne stops into the kitchen whilst Kellin walks through smugly. I follow them. "Are you two fucking serious?" I ask angrily.

"What are you talking about? I was just introducing her to my boyfriend," Kellin says, looking over at Katelynne who is literally red now.

"Interesting, the way you told her. It seemed vicious..." I say and Kellin shrugs. "That was fucking unfair, Kellin! Do you not fucking understand what I meant when I said to stop fucking arguing! Grow the fuck up!" I shout at him, his smug expression drops.

"I'm sorry, I'll stop," he says and I nod.

"Katelynne, please promise not to get angry at Bob, he's done nothing wrong. And as for you being angry at Kellin, it is entirely justified but can you please put it on hold until later?" I please and she huffs before nodding. "Okay, back into the front room, the coffin will be here any..." I am cut off by a knock at the door. I answer the door and it is the funeral director. I walk into the living room and tell everyone. I hold Frank's hand and he just nods to me before getting up and walking outside to sit in the car at the front of the chain of four cars. We climb in, Frank in the middle.

"Izzy," he whispers. I nod and get Izzy into the car on the other side of Frank before helping everyone else into the cars. Frank's Dad, Carly and Kellin in the second car. The third car has Bob, Ray and Mikey. The last contains Hayley and Katelynne. Each car has a driver, hence only the back seats being used.






Frank POV

Gee climbs in next to me once he has everyone sat in a car. The drive to the graveyard starts. Once we get there everyone climbs out of the car and waits by the doors to the church. With a shaky breath, I climb out of the car too, assisted by Gerard.

"You okay, Baby?" Gee whispers to me and I nod slowly. I need to get this over with. We all enter the building to some classical funeral hymns. Gerard, Izzy and I all sit in the front, everyone else taking a random seat. The reverand starts spouting random shit that you expect at every funeral. 'The departed will be missed', and stuff like that. There are a few hymns and prayers before I am called up to give my eulogy.

"Want me to come up with you?" Gee and Izzy ask together. I shake my head to both of them and make my way to the front, right by my mother's coffin. It is an open casket and, even though she may not have been the kindest of people she was beautiful. The car crash has left her face unscathed and she looks more beautiful and peaceful than I've ever known her to look. Her skin is pale, as it always was, her hair is silken black. She is wearing black eyeliner, red eyeshadow and mascara. Her makeup is pretty much a perfect match to mine. She is in a black dress and is holding red roses. I know that red roses aren't typical for a funeral but they were her favourite flower. After I take a few moments to look at her in a state of peace I step to the alter.

"I know that you're all here for me, to give me comfort. I am so grateful for that but I wish that there was someone here for my mum. She had changed as she got depressed toward the end of her life but in her youth she was always kind hearted, she was sweet and warm.

"I remember when I was a boy how she would always cook me her mother's traditional Italian recipes. And when I was ten she would take me to music lessons. I don't think that anyone here, aside from my Dad of course, know this but I can play guitar. I never really wanted to learn but it was something that she pushed me to do because she said that I needed to expand my abilities or I'd be just like everyone else," I pause and look down at my hands. I take a few slow breaths before continuing.

"She bought me my first guitar when I was twelve. It was beautiful. It was white with Pansy around the bottom in silver. I really loved that guitar..." I trail off, a tear streaking down my cheek.

"She sold it about a month of two ago to pay the bills..." A few more tears escape down my cheek.

"Anyway. My mother has always been a beautiful person on the inside and out... when the depression ate up her personality she became less beautiful inside but I always knew it was there. I knew my mother was still somewhere inside... sadly, before I could find her again, she... she..." I choke up on my tears and throw my head into my hands.

"She died," I finish. "And even though she wasn't present in the months preceding her death I know that she was still there and I will miss her so much," I say with a constant stream of tears down my face. I turn to my mother's coffin.






Gerard POV
Frank's cheeks are streaming with tears as he turns to his mothers coffin. He walks in placing his hand onto that of his mother's corpse. He sobs loudly before he collapses to the floor.

"I love you so much, mum, why did you leave? You'd still be alive today if you didn't change. I miss you so much, mum, I will always miss you!" he whales out. I stand and rush to his side. As soon as my arms are around his distraught body he starts shaking with tears.

"Gee, I need her back. She was always there for me. She would never hurt me or let anyone else. Why did she stop being her, Gee?" he cries.

"I don't know, Baby, I don't know," I say as I rock his broken body in my arms.

"Can you sing now, Gee?" he looks at me, pleading with his eyes. I nod and I stand to walk to the alter. Frank goes and sits by Izzy who hold him into her, comforting him and slowing his tears.

"Frank heard me singing a song that I wrote after mine and Mikey's grandmother passed and he asked me to sing it for his mother. I didn't know you but, having graced this Earth and my life with Frank, I know that you must have been a good person. Thank you for your son and this is for you," I say, looking at the coffin with her lifeless body.

"Long ago
Just like the hearse, you die to get in again
We are so far from you" I start quietly. I look up and see Frank staring at me with a soft smile through the tears. Everyone else is looking to me with a lot of emotion, especially Mikey who is crying into Ray. I start to panic that maybe I shouldn't continue but a look from Ray tells me that Mikey is okay and I should carry on, so I do.

"Burning on just like a match you slide to incinerate
The lives of everyone you know
And what's the worst to take
From every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well, I've been holding on tonight" I sing, more confidently when I see everyone smiling, even though most of them are doing so through tears. Even Frank is still smiling at me. My singing seems to always comfort him.

"What's the worst thing I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

"Came a time
When every star fall brought you to tears again
We are the very hurt you sold

"And what's the worst to take
From every heart you break
And like the blade you stain
Well, I've been holding on tonight

"What's the worst thing I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight" I break off to hold back tears of my own. I couldn't sing this song without thinking about the loss of my grandmother and seeing the love of my life crying because he's lost his mother isn't helping.

"And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long and goodnight

"Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend
To leave? And then
We'll meet again
When both our cars collide." I feel tears threaten to well out over my eyelid but I will them back. And Frank starts to cry again, shit... nice word choice Gerard... I should have changed 'cars collide' seeing as that was the cause of his mother's death.

"What's the worst thing I can say?
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight

"And if you carry on this way
Things are better if I stay
So long and goodnight
So long not goodnight" by the time I sing the last line tears are willingly cascading down my cheeks and I see that Mikey is now curled into Ray in tears and Frank is crying into Izzy whilst Izzy has silent tears streaming down. Obviously, being pregnant, Katelynne is crying a lot too whilst everyone is sat looking very somber.

I move over to Frank and he instantly clings to me. The reverend stands at the front of the room, eyes red.

"Now, it is time to say goodbye to Ms. Iero's body for the final time," he announces. Frank walks forward, he looks back at me and I stand too. I take Frank's hand and he walks us to the coffin.

"Mum, I forgot to introduce you. This is Gerard, he's my boyrfriend and I love him. I know that you never accepted my sexuality and I'm sorry about that but he loves me so much that, even though he was afraid, he sung for you, a stranger, just for me. That is love, mum." he says, looking at me. The stream of tears is moving rapidly now. I smile softly at him and kiss his forehead. He smiles back once I pull away and kissed me gently on the lips. "Goodbye, mum, I'll miss you," he says, his voice cracking, as he leans down and kisses the cold forehead that belongs to the corpse of his mother.

Everyone stands. Izzy, Mr. Iero, Mrs. Iero, Hayley and Katelynne make their way outside whilst Frank, Mikey, Bob, Ray, Kellin and I stay inside to carry the coffin outside. We lift the coffin upon our shoulder and, almost symbolic of the sadness, the heavens open and rain pours as we leave the building, into the graveyard. We carry the coffin silently to the gravestone that read 'Linda Iero' We set the coffin onto the band that are used to lower the coffin. A strong man is holding a side of each of the pieces of material. Slowly the coffin is lowered and Frank cries into my shoulder as it is. The reverend hands Frank, Izzy, Mr Iero and I a rose each. We all drop the rose, one by one.

"Goodbye, mum, I love you," Frank whispers as he throws some dirt over the coffin. He walks over to me and raps his hands around my neck as I hold his waist.

"It'll be okay, Baby, you got me," I soothe.

"Fuck!" someone shouts as the dirt is being lowered in. Everyone looks over to Katelynne, who is clutching her stomach and leaning against Hayley.

"What? What could possibly be so important that you had to interrupt this funeral?" Kellin hisses. Katelynne attempts to talk but instead looks down and starts making pained noises.

"Shit!" Hayley shouts. "Her water just broke!" she says, eyes wide and full of fear.

Well shit.

Notes

I feel like I needed multiple points of view for this... Idk...
I didn't capture the emotion well enough... *sigh*
Anyway, I managed to give myself food poisoning...
Awesome sauce, I'm so talented.
Sorry this update took two day but it was difficult to incorporate the emotion, even though that wasn't done properly, so yeah.
I was fucking crying writing this and I can't write it even nearly as sad as it was in my head so yeah sorry that I am more emotional imagining it than you are reading it...
Anyway...
Thank you for reading.
Charley <3