Counting Down The Days To Go (Frerard)

I woke up in the morning for really no reason other than my natural sleep schedule. My arm was still wrapped around a softly snoring Frank. He stirred a bit when I tucked a strand of hair behind his ear but didn't wake. His neck was covered in love bites, as a reminder of last night along with the line of clothes leading from the door to the bed. When I kissed his cheek, his eyes suddenly fluttered open. He smiled weakly when he saw me, murmuring a, "good morning."
"Morning, babe," I replied, feeling a smirk form on my own face. He brought a hand up to cup my face and I saw a glint of the band on his finger.
He sighed. "Fuck, you're beautiful." He leaned forward and softly kissed me on the lips, sweet and chaste. "Wanna get breakfast? I heard this restaurant down the street has amazing food."
"Well, I would, if it wasn't for the fact I don't want to hear you complain about your ass hurting." He scoffed.
"I do not do that!"
I sat up on the bed, my arms behind me to hold me up, and smiled down at him. "You know you do." I ran a hand through my hair to get it out of my face and walked over to our suitcases in the corner. I rummaged through my own until I pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt and quickly slipped them on. "I'm gonna go get some food," I told Frank, "so just stay put and pretty." I kissed his cheek and walked out into the hallway. Taped to our door was a note.

"Congrats!" a part in Patrick's handwriting read. "I thought I would get hitched first, if you want me to be honest. But nope! And you haven't even headed off to college yet. So proud of you."
Below that was a part in Brendon's writing. "I don't have any deep shit to say other than congratulations. Oh, and please make sure you're quiet, I don't want to be able to hear you moaning from halfway across the building." Well, it's probably too late for that. I walked down the stairs until i reached the main floor. We managed to get a fancy hotel to stay in for the few days before the wedding and today. Well, it wasn't exactly fancy, but it has a breakfast bar, a pool, a spa, and a dining room, so it's pretty damn extravagant to me. I made my way to the breakfast bar, filled with people. All the good food was being snatched away by other hotel residents, so I just got me and Frank a bowl of Apple Jacks and went back upstairs to our room. When I opened the door, he was sitting on the bed, marveling at the wedding band he held in his palm with a smile on his face. He didn't notice me until I shut the door with a push of my elbow, and when he did, he clasped the ring in his hands and began to blush. "No need to be embarrassed," I told him as I sat down on the bed and held out the bowl to him. He slipped the ring back on and took the bowl from my hands.
"It's just-" He chuckled and his face grew redder. "I can't believe it."
"What? That Brazil lost the World Cup?" I joked. He pouted and playfully punched my arm.
"You know what I mean!"
I shrugged. "I really don't."
"That we're married."
"Well, I mean, we just have the wedding bands as of now. We still have to fill out all those legal documents and stuff."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Really, Gee? Don't ruin the moment."
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." I took his left hand with my free one and ran my thumb over the wedding band on his ring finger. We didn't want to get something really over-the-top for our bands, since we lose things a lot. So, we just went with plain silver weddings bands with the other's name engraved in it.

There was a lot of crying last night. Not from me, but from the guys. They said they were proud of me, and that was the first time I'd heard that in a while. Frank also cried a bit, and he will probably never forgive me for poking fun at him for it. It was overall an amazing day. We found a small chapel to hold the wedding, and only invited about 30 people, mostly family. I know most people dream of having a huge wedding with hundreds of attendees, but I really loved the simplicity of ours. It reminded me of why I was there to begin with: I fell in love with an amazing man. And I can now call him mine.

My thoughts were interrupted by Frank giggling. "I'm so lucky to have you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, lifting my head up to look at him. "If anyone is lucky here, it's me." He put his bowl down on the nightstand and I did the same before pushing him down on the bed and wrapping my arms around his stomach. "I have the best husband ever."
"I beg to differ, Gerard."
"No, really, I do. He's fucking beautiful, and he has the prettiest eyes, and his laugh. It's adorable."
"Well, my husband is wonderful. I love his little teeth and his pixie nose and the way his eyes light up when he talks about his art."
"Oh, really?"
"Mhmm. He's the sweetest man you could ever meet. And I love him to death."
I buried my face into his neck, feeling myself blush. "Frank Iero-Way."
"Yes, Gerard Way-Iero?" he replied. You could hear the smirk in his voice.
"I love you."
"I love you too."

Notes

and so concludes the fic! thank you to all the readers!
if anyone would like to know the original ending (the bad ending) of the fic, here it is:
So, Frank wouldn't have nearly died so soon in the story. Gerard and him would've gone on a trip to New York after winning a contest, and Gerard would have proposed there. But as it came closer and closer to Gerard's "due date", Frank grew depressed. Gerard would've been put in hospice care, and the day before he is supposed to die, Frank commits suicide. Gerard catches him in the act after sneaking away from the hospital to see him, but Frank bleeds out regardless and dies. Gerard is sent back to the hospital and, upon arriving, is sent into surgery against his will to conduct a new method of tumor removal. He goes through the surgery and becomes cancer-free. Years later, MCR is a thing, and at a meet-and-greet a familiar girl walks up to him. She gives him a notebook and leaves without another word. Gerard looks through the notebook to find it belonged to Frank, who is but a repressed memory for Gerard now, and everything comes flooding back to him. The notebook talks about how much Frank adored Gerard and how he wanted to grow old with him. Gerard is overcome by guilt about the fact Frank would still be alive if it wasn't for him. The story would end with Gerard committing suicide to join Frank.
i'm sure you're glad i didn't go with that.

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