At the moment I was reading about male fertile birth and labor and it was scaring the shit out of me. The pictures did not make me feel better, to say the least four months (or three it depends on the fertile) I was due May 6th and right now it was January 6th I was getting nervous.

The front door opened and I looked up. I was lounging on the couch with my left hand on my ever growing bump. I was on my left side with a pillow between my legs to take a bit of pressure off my back. Gerard was standing there he smiled at me.

"Hey, Frank wanted me to come get you; he said you needed a little help getting up." My brother walked over to me.

I put my feet on the floor slowly and pushed myself up with my arms. I held my hand out for my brother to pull me up. When I was up I took a few breaths before walking with Gerard to the door.

"Why do you get up so slow?" Gerard asked, as he stood by the door while I tied my shoes and buttoned my coat up.

"If I don't get up slowly and just hop up I could pass out. That and I have to give my body time to adjust to the baby's needs" I told him as I placed one hand where the kicks were going. "Want to feel the baby kick?"

Gerard nodded and gave me his hand; I placed his hand over the spot. Soon enough a kick came. Gerard's eyes lit up.

"Wow" was all that Gerard managed to get out before his phone rang. He picked it up and rolled his eyes "Hello, Frank"

A small pause came from Gerard before he hung up. “Let's go before Frank rips a hole in my throat from over the phone"

Gerard and I had a mini rock out while we drove to 'the place that I was not to know about'. The music caused the baby to do summersaults, and flips I was not a happy camper. When the car pulled up at Gerard's house I was confused. I opened the door and a banner that read 'It's a Girl!' was hung and in bright pink hues. Tables with white tablecloths hung with light pink ribbons wrapped around the rims; held presents of light pinks and yellows.

Frank was standing just between the tables. "Surprise Mikey! I knew that you said that you didn't want to have a baby shower but this is for you Mikey. I know that your back hurts most days now, and how you almost passed out last night when I scarred you. This is just for you and whatever you want to do." Frank smiles that smile that I get every time that I do something that I do something that Frank is proud of.

"Well first I want you to get your ass over here and kiss me and then do something to keep her from kicking she gets any more close to my bladder and I'm going to do something that young ears should not hear" I mumbled as I ran, well wobbled quickly to my husband who laughed.

After Frank hugged me the best he could and patted my ever-growing-belly I all but ran for the bathroom. After peeing and doing the normal cycle of washing my hands, etc... I walk out and for no reason start crying. Frank comes running.

"Mikey what's wrong? Are you ok?" Frank rushed out in a single breath. Panting from the short run he just had.

I simply nodded my dead and sat down in the chair by the door and let the hot salt water roll. "Damn hormones" I muttered

"Mikey you're scaring me, what's wrong?" Frank asked as he slowly walked to me.

"You want to know what’s wrong Frank! I am scared. What if I'm a bad parent or if somethinggoes wrong at birth! What then? I'm scared of giving birth, and if you realize that I'm not good at anything! I can't teach, or draw! I'm fucking useless and I hate that all I'm good for is sex or having kids! Do you know how scared I am? I worry everyday that you will leave me, Frank! I can't support myself and a baby if you were to leave!" I yelled crying harder then I was before, everything I said was 100% true.

"Mikey I would never leave you; it hurts me that you would think that. You’re so good at so many things, you’re not just some kind of plaything I love you. Do you know how scared I amthat your fears are your fears? I just wanted you to have a day off your feet, I know that your reading all the books that you can and so am I. You’re going to be a wonderful parent, hell are baby girl is going to be a daddy's girl I know this Mikey" Frank was crying now to. But he never yelled he just looked hurt. Deeply hurt.

"Frank I'm so sorry, the hormones have my head all messed up. I love to, I now you would never leave me or the baby. We tried way too hard for you just to leave." Words were just coming from my mouth. I tried to get up and failed. "Frank I'm stuck please help me up"

After Frank helped me up and I kissed him. The kiss quickly got heated; I was just about to grind my hips on Frank's when a laugh broke out.

"You two are like rabbits, Frank he's already pregnant" Gerard was laughing, while I felt like crying again.

"Gerard if he cries I'm kicking your ass, and then I'm going to kill you slowly" Frank told my brother, shit that was such a turn on.

"Mikey please don't cry!" Gerard squeaked as he tried to run but tripped and fell, causing a high pitched squall to price the air.

"To hell with crying Frank keep that up and you'll have a horny pregnant fertile all over you" I growled

"Michael and Frank get a room, if you’re going to do that and go to your own house I don't want to hear my brother moan oh wait I have and it's weird." Gerard told my husband and I.

"Hate to break it to you big boy, but I have heard you many more times then you have heard me. I heard you all throughout middle and high school." When I heard Gerard the first time I was less than impressed.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah what is your point?" Gerard sassed putting his hand on his hip. For some reason this sent me into a brand new fit, I got the giggles. I sound like a fertile teenage girl.

Oh wait, in a few years that is what I will be raising. Now I feel old, does this ever end?

When Frank and I got home at let's just say three in the morning though in truth it was closer to six-forty. Frank had consumed a full pot of coffee and I had nothing but a headache.

"Mikey do you want to come to school with me? The kids want to ask you questions and just have a fun day." Frank asked his hair still all over the place from when I ruffled it.

"Why that hell not?" I answered, "Just as long as I can run out the door if I need to"

Notes

I'm sorry it took so long. I got sick yesterday and slept 12 hours
-blood splatter