GERARD'S P.O.V

I slowly sat up to be met with the sunlight pouring through the split between the curtains. I let out a long yawn before throwing my legs over the edge of the bed to be met with the cold hardwood floor. I looked up to see the kitchen light glowing softly through the hallway, accompanied with the clattering on pans and quiet chatting.

I slowly rubbed my eyes and rose from the bed, shuffling from my room and down the hall to see someone leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. That's when I saw the curly hair.

"Well speak of the devil." Frankie smiled, looking up at me before turning his attention back down to a skillet full on bacon in his hand.

"Hey, babe. Hi Ray, Bob, Mikey." I greeted, wiggling my way through everyone and to the kitchen table where I plopped down in a chair, facing the people in my kitchen.

"Hey there Gee, how're ya doin'" Ray's higher-than-a-normal-guy's-voice asked as he folded his arms over his chest.

"I'm okay. Yourself?"

"I'm not too bad." he replied before Frankie started piling a plate up with food. He then reached into the oven and pulled out a large bowl of eggs.

"Breakfast boys." He smiled, grabbing plated from the cabinet above him.

"Thank's Frank." the three said in unison before falling into a semi-line and filling up their plates before crowding around the table and digging in.

I got up and got myself a cup of coffee before stating to nibble on a piece of bacon. Frank came over and stood in front of me, his arms locking around my waist.

"You alight?" He whispered. I knew what he was hinting to but I just nodded.

"We'll talk ab out it later." I replied. I felt him sigh before he nodded gently, laying his head on my chest.

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I didn't do much of any talking with the guys. I just kept thinking about my dream and fighting with myself about the fact that I almost subconsciously shot my own father. I couldn't decide if I really truly wanted him dead, or if I was just over-thinking things.

Once Frank had everyone out the door, he sighed and looked over to me before slowly walking over and sitting down next to me.

"So, you ready to tell me what had you so worked up?" He whispered, taking one of my hands in his. I let out a silent sigh and looked to him.

"I-I....I had a dream last night...wh-where my father was al-almost shot.." I started.

"Well, that's not so bad--" he started before I cut him off.

"You don't understand, Frank. I almost shot my father. I woke up right before the bullet hit him. And I-I've had this dream before and never once have I pulled the t-trigger...but last night....but last night I did." I finished, feeling the tears start burning behind my eyes.

"Oh, Gerard. Everyone has dreams like that or something like that...I'm sure everything is going to be okay.." he replied, trying to his best to reassure me. I looked away, taking in deep breaths in a poor attempt of keeping myself from crying.

"What if I want him to die?" I whispered through gritted teeth.

"What?"

"What if I want Dad to die?" I said again, looking back to my husband as the tears start trickling down my cheeks. Frank didn't say anything. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled my body into his as the floodgates let loose.

I knew at that point I did want my father dead, and now, Frank knew it too.

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"Frank, come look at this." I called from the bedroom.

"What?' he replied, appearing through the doorway.

"I found a website for an adoption agency not 10 minutes from here. And they have the kind of adoptions that we're looking for." I replied, looking up from my computer screen. I couldn't help but chuckle at the huge smile growing across his face as he nearly skipped over to the bed, falling down on his side next to me. I set the laptop down in front of him and the smile one grew before he looked up at me, a twinkle gracing his eyes.

"Gee, this could be it. That could be what we're looking for!" He yelped, getting to his knees before pouncing at me, his arms throwing themselves around my neck as I fell back.

"I know. How about tomorrow afternoon we go down and check it out?" I asked though a chuckle as he nodded.

"Then it's settled." I smiled. Frank nodded once again before leaning in and smashing our lips together, pushing my back once again. I thought he would pull back but that moment never came. Instead, his tongue started flicking across my bottom lip, a feeling I hadn't been pleasured with in what feels like forever now. But I wasn't complaining in the slightest.

I chuckled into the connected before parting my lips, letting him in to explore the forgotten territory. Soon, our flesh started dancing together in a frenzy of saliva and pants as Frank draped one leg over my waist before he broke the connection and started kissing his way down my chin before reaching the crook of my neck.

I smirked slightly and worked my hands up his shirt, pulling it from is body as he started doing the same to me.

"You ready?' Frank panted, pulling his head up and looking down at me. He hadn't been in the lead in a while so I found myself simply nodded as a smirk pulled across his wet lips. He pulled himself up so he was kneeling over me before working at his buckle, undoing it and pushing his pants and boxers down, kicking them off and then doing the same with mine.

I looked over to the nightstand and started aimlessly started fumbling around in the drawer for a plastic tub. When I finally had the lube, I tossed it to Frank where he promptly threw the lid aside and scooped out a health amount with his fingers. He rubbed hit between his hands before rubbing up and down his length and then around my hole.

I let out a hiss of pain as he started pushing himself into me. I let my back arch from the bed and my fists clutch the sheets as he began to slowly thrust, pants already escaping his lips.

"Faster Goddamn it." I gasped.

"As you wish." I could hear his smirk as he started thrusting faster and faster. The silence of the room was soon engulfed with moans and pants, partnered with the occasional yelp. That is of course, before Frankie found my prostate.

"I-I....I'm cl-cl-close." I stammer out between voice hitches. I look up slightly to see his head fallen back as his fingertips started digging into my hips. I could tell he was close too.

Frank hit my sweet spot one last time and I felt a hot release push its way out, landing all over the both of us. Soon after Frank shot into me with a breathy moan before he slowly started to pull out. He let himself fall down next to me as I rolled over, landing a lingering kiss to his parted lips.

As I pulled back Frank's eye fluttered open as he smile to me before i scooted closer, laying my head on his chest. I listened to his heavy heart beat as he pushed his fingers through my locks. Soon, his breath evened out and so did mine, and we just lay there.

That's when I was hit with the realization that this could be one of the last times we have sex. That is, if we do decide to let another pair of little feet start running around in this place.

Notes

Sorry, I just don't like this chapter at all but I wanted to update.