~Leila’s POV~
I stepped into the church and was greeted by all of Ray’s, Mikey’s and Frankie’s families and a few close friends and family members for me; after all, I didn’t want my mother or father here, they’d just cause a scene here or at the reception later.
I reached the altar and I really got to admire what Frank was wearing: a black tux with a white shirt and a silver tie - exactly the same as Ray. His hair was almost to his shoulders and he put in new lip and nose rings. He looked gorgeous.
We faced each other and locked hands, waiting for the priest to start.
"If anyone has any reason why this man and woman may not be joined in holy matrimony, please speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest read aloud from the book he was holding.
Suddenly, the doors burst open and an 'I object!' echoed through the church. Gasps soon followed.
Everyone turned to the back and I saw two people I really didn't want to: my parents.
"What the heck are you doing here?!" I screamed, making sure not to curse in a church.
"You've been missing for nearly a year! We were worried sick! Thank goodness we know this young man here," my mom exclaimed. She stepped to the side to reveal someone who I expected to be in the pews. Gerard.
"How could you?!" Frank and I exclaimed. I threw my hands down to my sides and balled them into fists in anger. Gerard just looked at us, his short bright red hair blowing in the wind. He cut it? It's so fucking short!
"They kept asking me where you were because I contacted them the minute I knew your last name... just to tell them that you were okay..." Gerard explained, hanging his head low.
"I didn't want them here because I knew they'd cause a freaking scene! And they've succeeded!" I turned to the priest, as did Frank and I locked my hands with his again. "Can we do this? Like now? Ignore 'em," I whispered, loud enough for the priest and Frank to hear over the talking guests but quiet enough so that it was only them that could hear.
"Very well," he replied. He opened his book and continued. "Franklin Anthony Iero, do you take Leila Evans to be your lawfully wedded wife for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health until death do you part?" The priest asked, looking at Frank and he smiled.
"I do!" He exclaimed, squeezing my hands in excitement.
"Do you Leila Evans take Franklin Anthony Iero to-"
"Of course I do!" I interrupted the priest, causing a few people to giggle at my enthusiasm.
"Right then! I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,"
Frank dropped my hands, held my face and crashed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Cheers and rounds of applause emanated from the guests as he continued to kiss me. He pulled away, grabbed my hand and we made our way to our seats to watch Ray and Mikey's ceremony...
I hope this pregnancy goes well; for my sake and Frankie’s… I don’t want a repeat of what happened with Kellin 9 years ago…
--Flashback – 9 years ago--
I walked out of school, hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Kellin Quinn. He sang the whole way home about anything and everything. We passed his place and I was confused as to why he was so happy all of a sudden.
I opened the front door to my house and he practically dragged me up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door behind us.
“What are you doing?” I asked him as he pushed me onto my bed and climbed on top of me, leaning down to place a passionate kiss against my lips. I parted them slightly, wanting air, but he just saw it as an opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth. We started to remove our clothes and, being 14, that’s as far as I thought we were gonna go.
But is seemed that Kellin had other ideas…
*******
He lay next to me, breathing heavily. “I love you Leila,” he said, kissing my nose.
“I love you too Kellin,”
This continued for some time until eventually, I started to worry. It had been six months since the aforementioned incident and I had missed 2 periods. I was contemplating whether or not I was pregnant. I was gonna walk downstairs and talk to mom but I felt puke rise in my throat. I ran to the bathroom and spilled the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
After sorting myself out, I tied my hair up and walked downstairs, into the living room where mom was sat, reading her book.
“Mom?” I asked quietly, approaching her.
“What’s wrong Leila?” She asked in a caring tone.
“I think I need to tell you something,” I said and she looked at me, a confused expression on her face…
--End of flashback--
The pains in my stomach caused me to collapse on the floor in the middle of Ray’s and Mikey’s wedding and gasps filled the air once again. I cried out in pain and almost instantly, Frank, Mikey, Ray and Gerard were by my side, trying to help me back into my chair. “I-I-I think the b-baby is c-coming,” I managed to get out between sharp bursts of pain.
“Shit. Frank, get her to the hospital now,” Gerard demanded and he picked me up bridal-style, walking out of the church and he placed me carefully in Frank’s car.
Frank jumped in the driver’s seat and Gerard sat in the back with me, trying to steady my breathing. He sped the car off in the direction of the hospital. “Is she okay Gerard?” Frank asked; worry filling his voice as he spoke.
“She’s just fine,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Ah! Hurry please!” I shouted at Frank and he nodded, speeding up the car.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, we arrived at the hospital. Gerard picked me up again and Frank ran inside to check me in. When we got inside, there was a wheelchair already waiting for me. Gerard carefully placed me into the wheelchair and they rushed me off to a delivery room.
“So how far are you?” The midwife asked me calmly.
“7 months. I’m scared, I don’t wanna lose another baby,” I said, not realising that Gerard and Frank were stood behind me.
“When did you lose a baby before honey?” Frank said, walking in front of me and crouched down so we were eye-to-eye.
“Please don’t tell me you got pregnant by me and didn’t tell me,” Gerard said and I shook my head.
“No! I would have told you. It was like 9 years ago… with Kellin Quinn. You know, the singer of Sleeping With Sirens,” I said and the guys looked at me, mouths open in shock.
“What! How the fuck did you manage that? He’s famous for crying out loud,” Gerard practically yelled at me.
“He went to my middle and high schools. We dated for a couple years… I lost my virginity to him so suck on that,” I retorted cockily, earning a scoff from Frank and a smirk from Gerard.
“You can sugar… anytime you want,” Gerard said playfully so Frank punched him in the face.
“No she can’t because she’s married to me,” Frank said angrily.
They carried on arguing for a while, with me chipping in every now and again which was stressing me out more.
“Someone get the nurse! Alexa Rose is on her way!” I yelled and Gerard ran out of the room.
“It’s okay sugar, I’m here,” Frank said, grabbing my hands and I squeezed his, due to the amount of pain I was enduring at that moment in time…
A few hours later, a loud cry filled the room and something was wrapped in blankets and handed to me. It wasn’t until it cried again that I knew it was Alexa. Our beautiful baby girl…

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