We Aren't So Different, You and Me

I woke up the next morning with Gerard's arms around me. I looked up to see he was still asleep and sighed happily. My head was pounding from all the crying last night and my thighs, arms, and chest still hurt from Adam.

Adam..

I whimpered, trying to not wake Gerard with my sobbing. It didn't work and soon, his arms were locked around me tighter. His fingers swam through my hair as his lips connected to my neck. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear as I cried softly. Eventually, I stopped crying and got up for the day, making my way to the shower. After I was done and had a few Tylenol in my system, I sauntered down stairs where Lindsey was making breakfast.

"Morning, honey," she smiled, kissing my forehead.
"Morning," I mumbled, sniffling.
"Did you sleep okay?"
"I guess. Dad slept with me all night."
"I noticed."

Bandit came in from outside, her cute little rain boots dowsed in mud, with Susan right behind her. Susan shook violently, splattering water and mud in the doorway. Bandit giggled, petting her behind her ears. I helped B out of her raincoat and let her hop on my back as I walked back into the kitchen. Linds was making French Toast, which just happened to be my favorite. B and I sat at the table, enjoying our little meal with our little family. B laughed as Gerard pulled some funny faces, making funny voices to make her smile. Lindsey rolled her eyes jokingly, pinching his cheek. I chuckled softly, running my fingers over Lindsey's hand lightly, smiling as she squeezed them.

**

Gerard and I were sitting outside that night on the patio as Lindsey was at Jimmy's, doing some last minute band things. Bandit was asleep inside and things were peaceful between Gee and I. I yawned, crawling on top of him as he laid back on the lawn chair. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. I smiled slightly, lacing my fingers with his. I looked up at him and bit my lip softly, letting our eyes lock. He leaned down and kissed my nose, running his fingers over my bare back.

"Do you know that you called me Dad last night?"
"I did?"
"Mmhmm."
"Does that bother you?"
"Not at all, Taylor."
"So it's okay if I call you that more often?"
"You can call me that every day, if it'll make you happy."
I laughed and nodded, booping his nose. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby," he sighed, squeezing me. "So much."

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