Make Me Really Smile, Again.

"Gerard, I ran out of your basement because Bob's my rapist," the words spill out of my mouth like a facet spilling out water. Did I really just say that. I can't believe I just said that... But he deserved to know.

He broke the hug but kept his hands on my sides, his face was red. I mean RED! His eyes seemed to flicker in anger and his teeth were clenched together. he was way over pissed he was down right infuriated. Oh, shit...
"What!?" He snapped in a hiss he's voice that once soothed me sounded like pens and needles to my ears. "Bob's your rapist!? Why the bloody fucking hell is he not in jail!? Why the fuck didn't you tell me!?"

Ok, so, 'infuriated' was an understatement... He was exasperated... Very exasperated... And I didn't like it at all!
"Yes. His rich ass parents bailed him out." I tried to lighten the mood (A/N Yes I know Bob wasn't rich but it's for the story's purpose.) "And I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be all fucking pissed off."

I spent an hour sitting there trying to calm him down and when I finally did, we got back on topic to the babies.
"So, what names are you thinking of naming them?" He asks all excitedly. I'm actually getting excited about having twins now because instead of one bundle of joy I'll have two bundles of joys!
"Well, so if I'm going to have both girls I was thinking Lyric and Escape." (A/N cool as shit girl names. Am I right?) I say with way too exhilaration, "if I'm having both boys Brent and Dante. And finally if I have one of each I'm going to have both all I can say is that the boy will be named Dante, I don't know about which girl name I'd pick."
"Escape, is cool as shit, man. That name would be awesome! I'd probably always say 'Escape The Fait' to her," he chuckles. "But what do you think you're having? Boy, boy? Girl, girl? Boy, girl?"
"I think I'm having two boys... But I'd rather have both... There's a fifty percent chance I'm having both and a twenty- five percent chance I'm having boy, boy or girl, girl, though... So I might just get lucky," I say with a wide smile, looking down at my toes, "hey, let's go get some Starbucks. I'm craving Starbucks and potato chips right now."
Gerard laughs and after begging for a double chocolatey chip frappuccino from Starbucks he finally took me (after I got a bag of potato chips from the pantry.)

Notes

Does this chapter sound better or worse than the other chapters? Sorry I didn't update this weekend the only free time I had was when I was getting changed and going to bed. Just so you don't get confused I'm going to start doing this in present tense. I'm sorry if I was doing it in past tense! If I do it in past tense again it's a flash back... I promise. And umm... If you're wondering why I put down the name of the frappuccino then click HERE.
Bye I'll update again tomorrow!

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