Struggling with more Ways than one

~Gerard's POV~
TWINS?! TWINS?!
I was excited for just one baby, but TWO?! I cant describe how overjoyed and terrified I am at this very moment. Both Fletcher and I are at a loss of words.
"That's great." I say breathlessly, breaking the eerie silence that had filled the room. Fletcher's looks down at me like I just said I drink toilet water.
She smiles weakly a the doctor as he walks out of the room.
"I'm so mad at you right now." She says pouting and crossing her arms.
"Why because I knocked you up with not one, BUT TWO babies?" I laugh.
"Shut up."
"Maybe with two kids calling you mommy and running around the house is a better way of showing you I love you." I grin.
"Yeah but you aren't the one that has to carry them around for 9 months." She rolls her eyes. "Not to mention those 9 months you aren't here so I can make your life a living hell." she smirks.
"I'm sorry baby, you know how much I wish I could be there for you." I say apologetically.
"I know." she mumbles.
"Maybe I can take some off time-"
"No, no I see how much joy it brings you to perform, I don't want to be the one that takes you away from that-"
"But I want to be there for you sugar." I argue.
"I have Kat."
I frown, being a little hurt by her comment.
"But Kat didn't make your babies." I smile.
"Oh my god." She laughs.
I grin playfully.
"Does anyone know we're married?" She whispers.
"Nobody other than Kat and the Band, why?" I ask.
"I think people are following me."
Why would anyone follow Fletcher. She's just a normal girl, Unless...
"I'll be right back." I say hurriedly and leave my phone on the couch.
"Uh Gee..." Mikey Begins, his face pressed against the window.
"We have a problem." Ray says. I draw back the curtains and am instantaneously blinded by the flash of cameras.
"Gerard, Gerard! Is it true?!" One reporter screams.
"Are you married?!" Another shouts.
"Are you having a child?" one yells.
I shut the blinds and slump into the couch.
I wasn't prepared for this much when I signed up to be in a band.
"Go away." I groan.
"Who, and why are all of you guys at the window." Frank says coming up to the window.
"DON'T!" we all chorus.
Too late. Paparazzi's questions and yells flood my ears again. Instead of shying away from them, frank actually goes outside!
"Hey, can you guys get away from the bus please." He asks nicely. They don't listen.
"ALRIGHT LISTEN UP! GET AWAY FROM THE TOUR BUS AND GO HOME OR WE WILL CALL THE POLICE!" He yells. A few retreat but the others start firing off more questions. I can tell that Frankie's getting irritated.
"HEY FUCK FACES, HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF WE TOOK PICTURES OF YOU?!" Bob screams and whips out his phone snapping pictures of the reporters. He gets most of them to get away, one remains.
"Scram." Frank spits. He runs away and bob and frank come back into the tour bus with victorious smiles on their faces.
After we all tidy up we head out to the stage for today's show. I can tell the incident with the reporters got frank a little excited so today during the show I toyed with him a bit.
It was during 'Prison' that I went over and kissed him, it made the fans go crazy. I smiled wide and I look back at Frankie and his eyes are full an emotion I don't recognize, I can tell I got him off though. His jeans are tighter than before, he blushes and I walk back over to the other side of the stage.
*
After the show Frankie was quieter than normal and went to bed early, I followed him back to his bunk to check in on him.
"Everything alright?" I ask concerned.
"Peachy." He mumbles and pulls the covers over himself.
"Frankie." I say laying a hand on his shoulder.
"I liked it okay, but stop teasing me." he says quietly.
"Teasing you?" I ask confused.
"The kiss..."
"Oh."
Sometimes I forget that Frankie's gay, I mean he's so quiet about it and he doesn't really show that he's gay with Mikey, but that's none of my business.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten you off like that." I sigh.
"Can you tell me something though?." He asks turning over, looking me in the eyes.
"Did you enjoy it?"
I smile and debate whether to answer honestly or sarcastically.
"It is interesting kissing someone with a lip ring." I smile.
Frankie smiles too.
"You have something in your eye."
"I do?"
"Yeah lemme get it."
I lean closer and Frank quickly wraps his arms around my neck and crashes my lips onto his. I pull away quickly and look at him angrily. I wry smile plays across his lips.
"I couldn't help myself."
"You little fucker." I laugh and get off of his bed.
"Goodnight Gerard." Frank says.
"Goodnight Frankie."

Notes

I fixed the problem with frank :) Its basically going to end there, but it might go farther in the sequel (which I have prepared) happy valentines day!!

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