Cemetery Drive

"Baby wake up." Gerard whispered as he stroked my face with his warm hand.

"No, baby is tired." I told him and snuggled into his side. He laughed at me before gently rubbing the kicking girl inside of me.

"So have you decided where you want to set up the nursery?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to do it at my house," I told him carefully,

"Oh."

"Are you upset?" I asked as I stroked his face.

"No, this is your decision. But I do have a question, why?"

"I just want to be near my parents when I have her." I lied.

"Frankie, don't lie."

"I'm not."

"Sure you're not." He said then spit on his hand.

I was going to ask why he did that but I didn't get the chance. His hand wrapped around the base of my soft dick and he started to pump it at an incredible sped.

"Oh shit." I moaned as he buckled my hips up to his hand.

He jerked me off at such an alarming rate; words couldn't form in my mouth. If being with Gerard meant having early morning intense jerk off sessions, then let's rent a chapel right now! The speed he was going at was pure bliss and every once in a while he would flick his wrist or thumb my slit and I was just moaning like a whore. Gerard leaned over and kissed up neck and he knows how crazy that makes me.

"Why are you lying to me Frankie?" He asked as he nipped at my neck.

"I-I'm not." I shuddered before I
moaned out again, I was getting closer and he knew that as well.

"Baby." He moaned out and I moaned out even louder.

"I'm close." I whimpered as I closed my eyes.

"Good. Now tell me." He commanded in his bedroom voice.

"I'm afraid that if I have the nursery here and we found out we aren't mates you'll want us to leave." I confessed in one breath before cumming. Gerard finished me off and remained silent, it took me a few minutes before I came down from my high to see he was sitting up on his bed with his back facing me.

"Gee." I apprehensively said, pulling the covers up and covering my body. "I'm sorry." I said as I touched his back.

"I don't understand. I've tried everything to convince you I'm here for your child, our child, Frank I even adopting her, mates or not I'm here to stay, for the both of you."

"I know, I just-"

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He said and without another word he got up and walked into the bathroom that connected to his room.

I sat there with silent tears streaming down my face. I know I shouldn't be feeling like this and that Gerard has done way more than anyone can ever ask for someone who's carrying someone else baby. It just that I was so hurt and it's hard to trust people, especially when it comes to my daughter. As I thought about my actions and how I was feeling I slowly put my clothes back on; soon enough Gerard came out fully dressed with wet hair. He didn't say anything to me, he just walked over to his desk and started to draw in his book, I know I deserve the silent treatment but it doesn't make it feel any better. After about twenty minutes of just the sound of pencil against paper I decided I should just give him some space.

"Gee, I'm gonna go home." I told him, he hummed in response but did say or do anything else.

I let out a sigh and decided to take a risk by going over to him, I gently put my hand on his shoulder then leaned down and kissed his temple, as I did so my enlarged stomach lightly brushed against him. When I kissed him he squeezed his eyes shut and his movements against the paper stilled but nothing else happened. I pulled away and grabbed my things before heading downstairs, but before I shut his bedroom door I heard the faint sound of the pencil moving against the paper again. I headed downstairs and saw Pete and Mikey talking to each other, I tried to past by unnoticed but they both saw me.

"Hey Frankie!" Mikey said then came over to hug me; I hugged him back then gave Pete one as well.

"So where you headed?" Pete asked.

"Home." I simply answered.

"Is Gee giving you a ride?" Mikey asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I said in a small voice and looked at my feet, well tried to look at my feet, it was blocked by my stomach.

"Oh, well you're five months pregnant; you shouldn't be walking all the way to your house. Come on, Mikey and I will drop you off." Pete offered. I nodded and went with them, the entire car drive I kept to myself and they respected that and I was silently thankful. When we arrive at my house we said our goodbyes and parted ways. As I made my way inside I had my arms wrapped around myself in a protective manner.

"Frank are you okay?" My dad asked.

"Yeah." I said in a small voice.

"Are you sure? Did Gerard hurt you?" He asked in an alarmed tone.

"No. I hurt him." I said before heading upstairs and into my room.

Notes

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