Cemetery Drive

***** Month and a half time lapse*****

Nine months, I hit the nine month mark and am now thirty-seven weeks along; most people give birth between thirty-seven weeks and forty-two weeks. Right now I was at Gerard's place in the nursery he set up for when Eliza when we spend the night, his mom and I had gone shopping and bought a bunch of little clothes for her and I was putting them away. Gee was in his room sketching something. We're gonna need a birth plan, or an overnight bag, or something to be ready when she pops out. And hopefully soon, I love her and I love being pregnant but my back is killing me and I gained so much weight, I kinda want her out already.

"Gee," I said while I entered. "We're having a baby."

"Right now?" He asked as he put down his pencil and turned around in his chair.

"No, but soon. Like anytime in the next five weeks." I said rocking on my feet.

"I know baby, look at the size of your stomach, you're about to pop." He said with a smile.

"I know, but I feel like now all we're doing is waiting when we could be doing something to be getting ready." I explained.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" He asked as he scooted the chair closer to me and held my hand. "I'll do anything you want." He said then kissed my hand.

"I want an overnight bag."

"Okay, then let's get one." He told me as he stood up, when he did I had to move my head from looking down to looking almost straight up. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a duffle bag and then one of his black and white flannels.

"You can wear whatever shirt you want but I want you to wear this over it." He said and handed it to me.

I smiled and pulled it on, the sleeves were too big and they hung off past my hands but I still smiled. I inhaled the scent and it smelled just like him, great. I smile crept on my face as Gerard smiled down at me. He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling up and walking into the baby's room. He shuffled around some of her clothes and we ended up deciding on a yellow onesie for her to where with a green headband with a yellow flower on it. We also grabbed a couple of blankets in case it got cold and some diapers just in case. Now it was just a matter of getting my clothes.

"Are you gonna stay here tonight?" He asked as he zipped up the bag.

"No, I wanna go home tonight."

"Fine by me." He said then kissed me.

We left his room and headed down the stairs, when we got to the bottom I was out of breath and I had to take a moment to recover. Pete and Mikey, who were on the sofa were laughing at me, I scowled at them and told Mikey if they keep up what they're doing they're gonna end up like me and that made them shutup and start blushing. Gerard pretended to throw up while I pushed him out the door and into his car, in the back seat there was a pink car seat with butterflies all set up for the baby.

"You gonna be good all by yourself?" He asked when we pulled up to my house.

"Yeah my parents are here, and if I get lonely I'll call Andy."

"And not me?"

"You deserve a Frankie and baby free night." I said then leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Go have a fun guy’s night.

"Alright fine. Don't forget the bag." He said and gave me the bag.

I kissed him before walking inside my house. When I did I saw my parents near the door dressed very nicely, they looked surprise when they saw me.

"Oh Frankie." My mother said, "we thought you were gonna be at Gerard's tonight."

"Yeah but I've been there for three nights in a row and before that he was here for a couple nights. I thought a night with you guys would be nice." I explained.

Both my parents looked at each other with a guilty face, they had plans tonight.

"Oh Frankie baby, we have plans with the Henderson’s tonight. But we can cancel." My mother tried.

"No, you guys deserve a night out. Go have fun." I encouraged them.

"We feel bad about leaving you here, if you go change real quick you can come with us." My father offered.

"No it's fine, I'll call Andy. Have fun."

"Okay buddy, be safe." My dad said then kissed my head and walked out the door, my mom did the same and soon enough I was left alone.

I pulled out my phone and asked if he wanted to come over, in a few minutes he texted back and said he was on his way, he's a great friend. Not even ten minutes later there was a knock on the door and it was Andy carrying a bag of chips and a bottle of whip cream in his hands. Yes whip cream, being pregnant makes me crave some weird things, and lately it's been whip cream on everything. Last week I even put it on a tuna salad sandwich, and it was amazing. I smiled at let him in and we planted ourselves on the sofa and turned on a cheesy horror movie marathon. Three movies into it Andy's head was back against the sofa and his breathing was even so I assumed he was asleep, I leaned back and was started to doze off myself when all of a sudden I felt a wetness between my legs. I looked over to my hand to see if I was holding a drink and spilled it on myself but when I saw my hand was empty a look of confusion spread across my face. I started to shift to inspect the wetness but as I moved my abdomen rang with pain. My water had just broke at 1 in the morning.

Holy shit.

"Andy, wake up." I said slapping his arm.

"What?" He groaned. "I was asleep."

"My water broke."

"Are you sure you didn't just piss yourself?" He asked closing his eyes again, "I hear pregnant people do that a lot, if you did I'm not gonna judge, it's-"

"Andy!" I groaned and wrapped my arms around my stomach.

"Oh shit." He said realizing I was actually going into labor. "Do you have an overnight bag or something you need?" He asked as he stood up.

"Yeah, it's all packed and at the front door." I told him and pointed to it. He nodded and ran over there to pick the bag up; once it was slung over my shoulder he came back to me and helped me up off the sofa and into his car. As we drove to the hospital I took out my phone and called my parents, they said they'd meet us at the hospital. When I called Gerard there was loud pounding music in the background.

"What!?" He screamed.

"I said I'm in labor!" I shouted back.

"I can't hear you Frankie! Text me." He said then hung up. Great.

To Gerard
From Frank at 1:12am

My water broke; Andy is taking me to the hospital.

I sent him the text and he responded in a few minutes.

To Frank
From Gerard at 1:17am

Holy shit! I'm on my way!

I hope he gets here soon.

Notes

I'm sorry for the wait! I used to get like really bad panic attacks but then I got them under control but a few nights ago they stated coming back and I've just been dealing with a lot lately, sorry.

Till next we meet my killjoys