Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours

I wake up to a very smiley Frankie on top of me, straddling my waist, giving me kisses all over my face. I groan and look at him.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY” He screams. Shit.
“How did you know?” I ask. Quite shocked.
“Your mom told me yesterday. Why didn’t you want me to know?” Frank face looks kind of sad, like he’s hurt. I don’t like my birthday. I always avoid telling friends. And clearly significant others. It’s not that I hate aging, it’s the festivities. I love making everyone’s birthday special but could care less about mine. I guess I just hate all attention on me. To think I was almost a vocalist for a band. (A/N: hahaha, I’m funny.)
“Baby, I just don’t like birthdays. Let’s not make it a big deal, okay?”
He smiles down at me and I take the opportunity to kiss him.
“Okay. But you only turn 25 once. You’re lucky I didn’t have time to get you anything.” He smirks.
“You could get me something.”
And those were the magic words. We make out for a while and just when he’s about stripped me down and headed to give me the exact same thing I gave him, I remember something.
“Baby- Ah,” He bites down on my collar bone. Hands wandering on my stomach. “Frankie. Bandit.”
He immediately removes his lips from my skin.
“We get to hold her today.” I say, a little to loudly.
“We do! Shit!” He starts to climb off of me but stops.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna make it a quickie? You’re fully hard, babe.” He smirks.
“I’ll be good. You are too. All I want for my birthday is my baby girl.” Frank smiles at my words and starts to pull on pants. I go to the kitchen to start coffee before finding clothes and putting them on.
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We get to the hospital and Mikey and Pete are already in the waiting room. We told them we’re getting there around 11. We were late from activities that almost happened. Mikey’s smiling like a mad man.
Here it comes.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUU, HAPPY BIR-“ I put my hand over Mikey’s face.
“No. Today’s about Bandit. Not me.” I say.
“Fine.” Pete cuts in, and removes my hand from his boyfriends face. “But we got you something.” Mikey starts jumping up and down at Pete’s words.
“Guys, I’m just 25.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Frank speaks from behind me. “Today’s the day the love of my life was born, and I think that’s worth celebrating.”
Frank makes me blush and I lean in to kiss him, before turning back to Mikey. He’s holding out a black bag, with black tissue paper. I’m liking it already. I take the bag from him and begin to dig inside. I pull out the first thing my hand touches. It’s a printout of my comic I released a few months ago, Umbrella Academy.
“Thanks, guys!” I say, slightly confused, but trying to sound enthusiastic.
“Gerard.” Mikey states.
“Yes?”
“It’s the 10,000 copy ever sold of your comic.” What.
What. Why was I not made aware of this. 10,000 copies?! Something I wrote sold 10,000 copies? That’s… that’s…
“OHMYGOD!” I yell, everyone in the waiting room’s eyes are on me but I couldn’t care less. I’m so happy right now. Frank’s arm wrap around my middle.
“Congrats, baby.” He says into my hair. I pull back and kiss him passionately.
“C’mon. We gotta tell Bandit.” I pull his arm towards the desk, getting permission to go back. I wave for Mikey and Pete to follow.
“Thanks, bro.” I say to Mikey, who smiles in reply.
My comic sold 10,000 copies and I’m holding my baby girl for the first time. This is a pretty good birthday. Maybe I’ll start liking them.
We walk through the hospital corridor towards the infant center. Upon entering, Bandit’s nurse is standing behind the desk.
“Hey, guys. Come back here.” She gestures towards the small door to the side.
Since Bandit is premature, she can’t get any type of infection or virus. Her body couldn’t fight it very well. So we have to put on a long sleeve gown and gloves. I don’t care. Anything to keep Bandit healthy during this process. The nurse tells us in a bout week she should be significantly less prone to get sick.
I go over to Bandit’s Incubator. She’s awake. And from what it looks like she’s trying to smile.
She’s beyond perfect.
“Hi, sweetie.” She looks up. Her eyes connect to mine. Her beautiful brown eyes. Just like Lindsey’s.
“Look at her, Frankie. She’s beautiful.”
“She’s beyond beautiful.” He replies.
“Okay, gentlemen. Want to hold your daughter?” the nurse ask, me and Frank start frantically shaking out head. She laughs and does a bunch of confusing shit. After a few minutes, the incubator opens.
The nurse, also dressed like us, gently picks Bandit up. Frank puts his hand on the small of my back and I step up. I fold my arms in the position to hold her, and my breathe hitches as the nurse gently lays her in my arms. My hand moves to her head for support.
I’m holding her. My Bandit Lee. My princess. My life. She’s looking up at me with those orbs of brown, they have golden specks throughout them, making them brighter like… like Frankie’s. I smile at this thought. She resembles him even if he’s not connected by blood. Mine and Frank’s child.
After a few minutes of just staring, Mikey coughs. Frank’s connected to my by the hip looking down at Bandit too. I look up.
“Photo time!” Mikey cheers. He gets his phone out. Frank moves closer to me and slants himself to be closer to Bandit. I hold her up a little higher and look at the camera, smiling.
“3… 2… 1…” Click. I look back down to Bandit then up at Frankie. He kisses me.
Click.
We both look up laughing.
“I’ll send those to you.”
“Gerard, can it be my turn?” Frank ask, sounding like a little kid. I nod and place Bandit in his arms.
I can’t help but to smile at the sight. So much love in this little room. I don’t think I’ll ever be sad again. Not with Bandit and Frank in my life. I’ll never be alone.
After Frank holds her for a little bit, Mikey and Pete take turns. When the parents come, it’s a mad house. Mikey tells them not to freak over my birthday, and so mom just offers me a small birthday wish and a hug. That’s all I really want anyways.
We spend hours in there with Bandit. And then there’s news.
“Dr. Urie!” I hear Frank say happily.
“Hello, guys. I see you’ve already fallen head over heels.”
“Yes. Yes we have.” Mikey speaks up. I introduce everyone to Brendon before he ask to talk to me and Frank outside.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Well, with Bandit. Yes. She’s developing perfectly. But, Lindsey fell into a coma this morning. She never woke up from all the pain killers yesterday after Bandit’s delivery. I’m so sorry. There’s not much I can tell you right now. She just lost too much blood and nutrients. There’s no guesses when she’ll wake up as of right now. I’ll keep you posted. You can go see her if you’d like. Room 346. I see you guys around.” And with that Brendon walks away. Leaving me stunned.
I don’t know how long I stand there before the tears come. I’m crying like a mad man. At some point Frank wraps his arms around me and just holds me, whispering calming words in my ears. Mikey and Pete comes out eventually. And Frank explains to them.
That’s when I sneak away from them.
Straight to 346. She has to wake up.
I run. Catch an elevator. I know they probably realized my absence, but I have a feeling Frank will know and give me some time.
There’s the door. And there’s a pale black haired women in the bed. I creek the door open. I’m not sure why I’m being so quiet. I think my minds trying to convince myself that she’s just sleeping.
I sit in the chair next to her, cautiously taking her hand.
“Linds. You have to wake up. I know you won’t be able to be the mother you wanted to be, but you can still be in Bandit’s life. I don’t know the shit I need to know. What type of Tampons should I get her? What bra size first? I don’t know that stuff, I don’t think Frank knows that stuff. No matter how much it seems like we don’t, we need you. Bandit needs you. God, Lindsey. Wake the fuck up!” I shout the last sentence. Crying on her arm, soaking that part of her blanket.
“I don’t want her calling you mom. She’ll get confused… and hurt, probably, but you could be that really cool aunt that every girl wants. You know? That’d be awesome. Lindsey. I’m sorry. I’m sorry some bitch had to stab you. Who the fuck stabs a pregnant women. Goddamn, Linds. Why were you fighting anyways? Did you not care about Bandit? About me? Frank? I’m pretty sure loosing Bandit would have destroyed Frank and me. And the relationship. Fuck, Linds. Why? Fucking why?!” My volume slowly increased. And it’s then I feel arms wrap around my middle.
“It’ll be okay, baby.” Frank whispers in my ears, kissing my cheek.
I don’t say anything. He always respects my need to be silence sometimes. I just let him hold me, and eventually move him to my lap, so we’re holding each other. Both of us just staring at Lindsey. I don’t bother asking how much he heard. I’m guessing most of it. But that’s okay. He knows everything I said is true. We don’t know shit about being a girl, that Bandit’s gonna need to know. We can do this without Lindsey. But I don’t want to have to do this without Lindsey.

The following week is spent just like my Birthday. Bandit, scream at Lindsey to wake up, Bandit. We got home around 9 each night so we had dinner late and I was up until the crack of dawn doing the comics that had to get done. Frank went to work for the appointments. We only had contact when we were with Bandit. I’ve barely kissed him in the past week, just before we go to bed each night. Too much going on to even think about stuff like that. He’d have to go back and start taking walk-ins next week. Bandit should be home in a week in a half. Everything should be back to normal soon. I hope.

Notes

I FINALLY UPDATED. i'm sorry for the wait.
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