Tell Me I'm An Angel

Frank's P.O.V The honeymoon went great after that. Gerard made sure I never had a reason to doubt myself. We spent most of the time cuddled up in bed watching horror movies. The rest of the time we were all over each other. The only time we weren't is when we had to eat or use the facilities. Although we did have amazing sex in just about every inch of the building. But all too soon we were on the road home. "Enjoy our honeymoon, baby?" Gerard asked as he kept his eyes on the road. "It was amazing." I beamed. "You were fucking amazing." He laughed. "Not just amazing, but fucking amazing." He shot me a quick look. "I take it that's a good thing then?" I laughed. "Obviously. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if......that.....hadn't happened. But we agreed to forget it." "Yes we did." He laughed again all of a sudden. I frowned, but smiled. "What's so funny?" He waved his hand as he tried to calm himself down. "I was just imagining the guy's faces if we tell them why my nose is injured." I looked at him, horrified. "God, no." I practically squeaked. "Please tell me your not going to tell them the story." He shook his head. "Not a chance." He rested a hand on my thigh. "That's between us. I was just imagining what their reactions would be. Mikey would be like 'Aww, man. That's gross.'" He mimicked Mikey. Perfectly, to be honest. "Jez, Oli, your Mum and Ray would probably get really uncomfortable. And Bob would be grossed out but still use it against us at every opportunity." I laced my fingers with his on my thigh. "Sounds about right." I sighed. "But what are we going to tell them?" He shrugged. "Dunno, yet." He admitted. "But they'll think the worst if I say I walked into a door. And I don't want them getting the wrong idea." I looked down at our joined hands. "They're going to think I hit you, aren't they?" Gerard squeezed my hand, gently. "No, baby." He assured me. "I will make sure they know it wasn't you. I'll think of something." We sat in silence for a while. Both of us trying to think of a way out of it. "I've got it." Gerard exclaimed all of a sudden, making me jump. "We were attacked by vicious vampires in the middle of the night and one bit my nose. So now I'm a vampire who sucks blood." I laughed. "More like sucks dick." He grinned. "Only yours, baby." He squeezed my hand again. "Wait, no. We got attacked by a pack of werewolves because they were jealous of what we have, the alpha punched me in my nose." I laughed so much as he came up with more and more ridiculous, but hilarious scenarios. Before I knew it, we were parking in our driveway and the guy's were greeting us. "What the fuck happened to your nose, bruv?" Mikey asked, concerned. I looked at Gerard and he looked back at me. We tried to keep a straight face, but we couldn't. "What's so funny?" Oli asked. Gerard pulled me into his arms as he told them one of his ridiculous explanations. "The cabin was over run by zombies." He started. "One that looked like a biker bit my nose. But Frank saved me. He hit it across the head with a frying pan. We had to hide in the shed until the army swooped in and took them all out. Frank is a hero." I was having major problems trying to not to laugh at the looks on everyone's faces. "We should all worship Frank. He's a hero. All praise Frank." I lost it at that. I doubled over, laughing. That only set Gerard off. We had to hold each other for support. Bob shook his head with an amused grin on his face. "They've gone insane." He said. "I was already there." Gerard said between laughing. "Okay. Even more insane." Gerard straightened up and put a hand on his hip. "I've always been certifiable, babe." He said with major sass. "And don't you forget it." I was calming down. But that set me off again. Which in turn set Gerard off again. "I give in." Bob said as he walked back into the house. "There's no way we're going to get any sense out of them tonight." Mikey groaned. "Hopefully they'll have calmed down by the morning." Everyone went back inside. We followed, eventually. Heading straight to our bedroom. "Think they believed me?" Gerard asked as he flopped backwards onto the bed. I laughed as I laid on my back beside him. "Yeah. Totally bought it." "I knew it." He said, grinning. "I should write a book. 'Gerard's fool proof excuses'. We could make a fortune." I turned my head to look at him. He was grinning up at the ceiling. "I could do signings." He continued. "You could be my trophy wife...." "Hey." I interrupted. He looked at me, still grinning. "Your totally the wife in this marriage." He put his hand over his heart and gave me a mock shocked look. "What?" He gasped. "I am so not. I'm the husband. Your the wife." I laughed. "Bullshit, Mr Sass master." I countered. "Or should I say Mrs Sass master? You are the sassiest person I know." He smirked. "Point taken." He agreed. "So if I'm the wife and your the husband, I would like a foot massage. Thank you." I laughed again. "No chance." He kicked his shoes off then pouted at me. "But, baby....." He moaned as he rubbed his foot up my leg. "I love you." That didn't help. It just made me laugh more. So I pinned him to the bed and tickled him. He squirmed and thrashed around as he tried to get away. A bang on the door made us freeze. "Can you two have sex quietly?" Ray shouted. "Your so loud, your interrupting our meal. Your making us want to throw up." Gerard laughed. "What's wrong, Fro?" He asked. "You want to join in? I'm sure Frank wouldn't mind us having a threesome." I punched him in the shoulder as Ray made a gagging sound, then walked away, mumbling.

Notes

Took me a while to write this one. But I managed it. Hope it was okay. Love as always. xxx