New kids

*Mikey’s POV*

“Mikey, you’re pregnant.”
“Wait what!” I say practically yelling, “I can’t be I was told that I couldn’t and I-“
“Mikey you are, I’m not wrong. According to my results you are about two months along.”
“Oh my god.” I hear Frank whisper quietly and suddenly I’m engulfed by two pairs of arms from behind.
“Oh my god Mikey this is amazing and the best day of my life!” Gerard exclaims kissing me on the cheek while him and Frank practically squeeze me to death.
“Wait,” said Frank, “I don’t get one thing though I thought you said that you couldn’t get pregnant?”
“I thought that too…” I say trailing off and then looking to the doctor for an explanation.
The doctor furrows his eyebrows and pauses for a few moments, “Do you remember what happened after you were tested for fertility and how old you were?”
“Um…I think I was about 12?” I look to Gerard for comfirmation, “And I don’t really remember much afterward.”
“I remember,” said Gerard, “You were really sick for a week, I was really worried.”
The doctor nods, “That explains it. Sometimes if the paitent it becoming sick before their fertility test it can interfere with the scans and cause the result to say they’re unfertile.”
“So we’re going to have a baby!” Frank says excitedly jumping up and down.
“Yes come back once every month for a checkup and I should be able to determine the sex at four months.” Says the doctor smiling.
Gerard, Frank, and I leave the doctor’s office and get in the car and Frank and Gerard immediately start talking about names and what we should buy for the baby, but all I still can’t believe I’m actually going to have a baby. I’ve lived my whole life believing that I was going to disappoint my mate and not be able to have the joy of having a child. I was always afraid that one day my mate would get sick of me and reject me. I guess I never put any thought into the fact that the tests might have been wrong.
My whole life I thought I was a failure. I thought Gerard secretly hated me. I was almost positive my parents hated me. I thought the whole world was against me. I almost didn’t make it one year. I just got so low and down and just…I didn’t feel like me anymore and I wanted to change that. So I did something I consider stupid now. Luckily Gerard was there though. He saved my life in more ways than one. Without him I wouldn’t be alive today.
“Mikey?” Gerard asks.
“Yeah?” I reply.
“You okay?”
“Yeah….just….yeah.”
“It’s going to be okay Mikey.” Gerard says, “Me and Frank will take care of you, okay?”
I smile tentatively, “Okay.”
Frank hugs me tight and no one says anything for several minutes until Frank breaks the silence.
“So Mikey do you have any ideas for baby names?” he asks excitedly.
“Isn’t it a bit early for that?” I ask.
“No we all have to agree, so any ideas, Gerard thinks the name should be Bandit if it’s a girl, and I think that it should be Cherry or Lily and if it’s a boy Miles.”
“I don’t know.” I say, “Those all actually sound like really good names. Maybe you two should choose.”
“Aw come on Mikey,” Gerard says playfully, “You’re a part of this two, this biggest part actually, you have the most say.”
“I’ll think about it.” I say cracking a genuine smile.
“There’s the Mikey I know!” Frank says and hugs me tighter.
“You’re like an octopus.” I say, “Are you ever going to let go?”
Gerard laughs and Frank just replies with a simple no and nuzzles into my side.
‘God I’m so lucky.’ I think to myself.
“Yes you are.” Gerard replies.
“I said that out loud?” I say blushing.
“Yep.” Frank says popping the p.
The rest of the car ride is spent laughing and playfully arguing about what we’re going to buy for the baby. Finally we get home and Frank goes to the kitchen saying he’s going to make a celebratory dinner for all of us and Gerard cuddles with me on the couch. Honestly today has been one of the best days of my life. Finding out I can bear children, knowing I won’t disappoint my mates. Everything is working out, but I can’t help but be nervous.
“Mikey, come on, something’s been bothering you all day, what’s wrong.”
I sigh and give in to Gerard’s questioning, “I’m just scared I guess.”
“Why Mikey, you’re going to be a great dad.”
“That’s not it…well that’s part of it.” I pause trying to figure out how to say it, “I’m scared that I won’t be strong enough, mentally.”
“Oh Mikey.” Gerard says.
“I just, you know I’ve always struggled and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to be good for the baby and just,” I let out a small sob and Gerard pulls me close and rubs my back, “Seriously I’ve tried commiting suicide before and just I’m going to be horrible and mess everything up like I always do.”
“Mikey.” I snap my head up at the sound of Frank’s voice, he has tears in his eyes.
“Uh…you weren’t supposed to hear that.” I manage to get out, oh my god Frank’s going to hate me now and he’s going to leave—
My thoughts are cut off by a pair of lips gently kissing mine, “Mikey I love you and you’re not horrible and you don’t mess everything up. You. Are. Perfect.” Frank punctuates each word with a kiss, “You are going to be an amazing Father just like you’re an amazing mate.”
I let out a few more sniffles, “You really think so?” I ask timidly.
“We know so.” Gerard and Frank say at the same time and we all laugh.
“Thank you so much for being there for me guys.” I say.
“We’ll always be here for you Mikey, we love you.”

Notes

Sorry it took me so long I've been struggling with a lot of stuff. Love you all.

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