“Gerard, with decorations like these, Bandit’s gonna be forced to be just like her dad.” Frank laughs as I hang up the last comic print. He’s blowing this out of proportion. There’s only a few hung up in the living room.
“Well, with your decorating skills, you’re giving her your taste in music.” I say, pointing to above the couch where there’s 5 framed Vinyl’s, in a straight horizontal line. They’re Frank’s absolute favorites, ‘the best albums of all time’ according to him. I agree they’re all great. They were in Frank’s room at his house, but we decided to add both our favorites to the main room of the house. My favorite comics with his favorite albums. There’s also a few drawings of mine framed above the sofa, and a few tattoo sketches of Frank’s.
With this last hanging, our house is complete. We had all the basics unpacked the next day, but we both had to take breaks to work, I spent a day making my office perfect so I could get started immediately, so it took a week for us to get everything decorated and perfect.
There’s several perks to this new house, to name a few:
1.)There’s no stairs.
2.)The master bathroom’s tub is a Jacuzzi.
3.)Our closes neighbor is about half a football field away from us, so I learned that during sex, Frank always struggled to keep his voice down due to my bedroom being next to another’s. Frank is loud. He’s a screamer. And I like it. (you didn’t think we’d go a week without ‘breaking in’ the new house, did you?)
4.)My office space is bigger, it’s the smallest bedroom in the house, but before my office was my large walk-in closet in my bedroom.
5.)Bandit’s room is across the hall from ours. A direct b-line from the bed to where hers will be.
6.)It’s a home. A home. With the love of my life and soon our child.
One thing we incredibly nervous for is Bandit’s room. We decided on a monkey theme, because Frank saw a crib sheet in Target and fell in love with it. So, we’re going cliché, and using baby pink, and these cute little monkeys. I didn’t want to do pink. I feel like that’s forcing her to be girly, but I couldn’t take Frank’s mind off that damn crib sheet and monkeys. I tried to find yellow monkeys, but there’s not a room’s worth of them. I’ve accepted the pink now.
We have a crib ordered online to come in soon. My mom insist we use the bassinet she had for me and Mikey, and she also bought all the bedding for it and the crib, along with matching curtain and a few toys. Mikey and Pete bought us a stroller, rocker. Frank ordered the car seat. Mom wanted us to have a baby shower, but the idea kind of frightened us, so instead she’s told a few family friends. They’re all okay with my sexuality, because they all knew Mikey was gay. And they’ve been giving her gifts like clothes, bottles, medical supplies. We almost have everything, either stacked in her room or on the way here via UPS.
It’s 10am. On a Saturday. Now that most of the house is complete, this weekend is all about Bandit and getting her room perfect. We don’t have everything in yet, but we want to get it to where all we have to do is place it where it belongs and add whatever it needs when we get it.
“Frankie, baby, my love, sweetie, are you sure about the monkeys?” I coo at him, while placing my hands on his hips. We’re at Home Depot picking out the paint color for Bandit’s room.
“Goddamnit, Gee, just accept the monkeys. It’s happening and the pink is happ- OH! GEE BABY. LOOK!” Frank practically screams. While picking up a piece of pastel pink thick paper.
“The perfect color for our perfect little princess.” Frank beams. “What do you think, baby?”
I examine the color. I guess when he kept saying pink, even when he said light pink, I saw bright neon/hot pink. But this pink is light. It’s a sweet pink. It reminds me of the color Frank cheeks turn when he blushes. And with that last thought, I fall in love with it.
“I love it.” I tell Frank, honestly. Frank’s smiles grows even bigger.
“Really?”
“Yeah, baby.” Frank leans in and kisses my cheek before jogging off the counter where a brown headed women stands looking like she just loves her job. The frown is full of so much life! I let out a giggle at myself. I’m funny.
“A gallon of this shade please.” Frank tells the woman. He looks at me. “A gallon should be good right?”
The walls are white, and with how light this shade is, and the size of the room. Hm. I walk over to the counter.
“A gallon and a pint, please. With the primer mixed in, thanks.” I tell the women. She just nods and turns around.
Me and Frank go pick up paint brushes, masking tape, paint tins, and floor covers. We also go look at washers and dryers. The house came with all the main appliances. The kitchen ones being only a few years old and in perfect condition, but the washer and dryers are ancient. And with a baby, we’ll be over working the poor things. Frank and I agree that we’ll be able to come back Friday to get the ones we picked out. We put them on hold, paying the first 50 bucks for them. Frank’s internship is over. He’s now a tattoo artist. Certified and everything.
He gets paid every Friday, plus tips and the 50% of each tattoo he gets to keep right away. I get paid once a month. We agreed he covers groceries and the little necessities we need at random, along with the luxuries like new clothes and dates, and every month, my pay check goes to the bills, and half the extra goes to savings, and the other half to my pocket so I have money for things when Frank’s not with me. Frank likes to have a system. He likes organization. He says he’s a little OCD, and I don’t argue with that. Two days ago, he even started a savings account for Bandit and put 200 dollars in it. He plans to put 50 dollars in every month of her life. It’s amazing how much love he’s already showing for her.
He always says ‘ours’, either talking about bandit or things around the house, even the things that was his or mine before we moved in together. The only thing that is ‘his’ is his clothes, but even that’s changing. I find his boxers loads more comfortable then mine. He has Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Yeah. Who wouldn’t take those?
When the paint’s finished the lady at the counter gives us a funny look before telling us the price.
“May I ask what the paint is for?” She ask, while playing with the cash register.
Frank smiles wide. “We have a little girl on the way!”
“Oh, awe… wait, we? As in you two will be her parents? You two are together?”
Frank grabs my hand and raises them up to show the girl. “Yes.” he says sternly.
The cashier doesn’t say anything for a minute, she takes our money, gives us our change and hands over the paint. Before she takes her grip off the handle she looks at us.
“You’re putting her in a horrible home life from birth. No one should be forced to live with a disgusting abomination like your relationship.” The woman spits at us.
Oh my god. My face turns red hot, not from embarrassment, but from anger. I can’t believe her.
“Thanks for the paint, bitch.” Frank spits back.
“Have fun in hell, sickos. Maybe you can fuck satan there.”
Oh, my god. Word vomit’s coming up.
“We’ll see you there. And give you front row tickets to our threesome with him, cunt.” I slightly yell at her. Her eyes go wide and she scoffs. I grab the paint, while Frank grabs the other, and I tug his arm and pull him away from the bitch. I practically run out of the store and into the car. By the time I go the passenger side, panting. Frank slides in beside me and starts the car.
“I hate people.” Frank states.
And that sends me over edge.
I start crying, bawling my eyes out. I’m breathing heavy and my chest hurts. I feel my lungs coming up my throat and I start choking. Frank’s hand is on my back rubbing soothing circles and he’s mumbling in my ear but I can’t understand a word.
“Take me home, please.” I tell him. He releases me and backs out. I fold my knees up to my chest and rock all the way home, my tears not slowing down. When we get back to the house, I can’t move and Frank notices. He comes to my side and pulls me in to his arms, carrying me bridal style into the house after shutting the door with his bottom. He takes me to our bedroom and lays me down. He’s still whispering things to me.
“Baby, it’s okay. I know you’re not used to this, but it’s only some people. It’s the people who don’t matter. Everyone that matters doesn’t care. They love you.”
But I can’t think about that. All I can hear is “you’re putting her in a horrible home life from birth.” She’s right. I didn’t want a boy for this reason, but a girl won’t be different. She’ll be hated for having two dads. She’ll be picked on and bullied like I was. I was even bullied for having a gay brother. I had friends that wouldn’t come over because they were literally afraid of my brother for his sexuality. I don’t think Mikey let it phase him.
“She’s right, F-frankie. We’re gonna ruin her life. We cant. We can’t have her. I can’t do that to Bandit. I can’t.” I stutter out. Franks soothing hands and whispers stop.
“Gerard! We’re not doing anything to her. Gay’s are being accepted more and more each day. By the time she gets old enough for people to actually notice she’ll have two dads, most of the homophobes will be gone. Gee, you don’t know what you’re saying.”
Instead of replying I just try to sleep. I close my eyes and cuddle into Frankie’s warm chest. I know he’s right. But now I’m scared. I love that little girl to much already to do anything to harm her.
“M-mikey. All my friends hated him and people hated me cause my brother! My fucking brother! What will they say to her.” I finally say, after 5 minutes of attempting to sleep.
“Baby, it’s okay. C’mon. You just need to calm down and sleep it off. She’ll be okay. We’ll raise her to be strong and not put up with shit. We love her, and she’ll know that. And that’s all that matters. She’ll have bomb ass parents, baby.” I giggle at this and it calms my crying.
I take this as a chance to sleep, and after a few more minutes, I finally doze off.

I wake up a few hours later, and my eyes shoot open. There’s no one beside me, and it makes me feel slightly empty. I check the clock on the side of the bed. It’s 3 in the afternoon. I get up from bed, feeling slightly better from my breakdown earlier. That’s the first time I’ve actually had someone tell me my sexuality is bad. Dirty looks are easy to get over, but that… That hit me hard. I hate that bitch. I’m never going into that store again.
I wonder down to the door, which is already open and smell coffee. I smile. I notice something blue in Bandit’s room and see that the masking tape is done, along with the plastic for cover. The room is already to paint.
I go in to the kitchen and find Frank sitting at the island with two hot mugs of coffee infront of him. I go and grab one, immediately taking a sip of the goodness. Frank looks over at me, but I speak first.
“I’m sorry… for whatever that was.”
“Baby, don’t apologize. That kind of hate takes some getting used to. Trust me… Do… Do you wanna talk about it?”
“No. But I’m okay now. All my doubts are gone. I promise.”
Frank smiles.
“You didn’t have to prepare the room. I could’ve helped.”
“I was bored. I tried to sleep with you, but I was too restless. But, that was a lot of work. Now, I could use a nap.”
“Well, sorry, Babyboy, I’m all napped out.” I lean in for a coffee flavored kiss. “How about we paint tomorrow? I don’t have much work. I’m all caught up. And the calendar says you only have one appointment tomorrow..” I suggest.
“I guess I could pass on taking walk-ins tomorrow.” He tells me. I squeal and kiss his cheek. “We’ve had a pretty hard, busy week. Let’s just order in and watch movies and fuck tonight, eh?”
Before I answer, I realize. I don’t leave for my job except for rare meetings in New York. I’m gonna be the house-dad. I’m perfectly okay with that, too. I guess I’ll draw when Frank’s home and nap times and weekends and Frank won’t have to go in every day. We’ll make it work. I smile at the thought.
“Oh, my little Frankie. Always makes the sweet moments dirty.” I laugh before continuing, “But, that sounds fucking awesome.”
So, we order Chinese. Get it delivered. Eat it while watching Frankenstein. Make-out with sloppy handjobs during the second half. Go to the bedroom where I happily bottom. And then we pass out with our sweaty bodies tangled up.

Notes

HEY GUYS I'M BACK. i'm so sorry for the almost 2 week wait.
long story short: I was at my mom's for the summer, she has wifi. i went home to my dad's for 2 weeks. dad has no wifi. now i'm back at college (i'm a sophomore in college). and we have wifi. but because it is school, updates won't be everyday. so, yeah. thanks for the patience.
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