Their Hearts Don't Beat Like Ours

We've been in the Caribbean for two days now, and I think they may qualify as the best two days of my life. Having a 8 month old on the beach is a little difficult, but we've made it work. Most of the time, Frank and I are at the beach, playing with Bandit on the blanket. Mikey and Pete watched her when Frank and I wanted to go snorkeling. But other then that, we can do everything else we want with her.
Or so I think. Mikey comes and barges into the room as I'm getting dressed for dinner.
“Tomorrow, Bandit will be with Pete and I. We wanna spend sometime with her, and y'all need to have some romance time.”
“Mikes, no, it's fine.” I insist. Frank and I get plenty of alone time.
“No, Pete and I have gotten to have our romantic day. You two deserve this. We're on the Caribbean, Gee!”
“Okay, fine. If you insist.”
“Did you hear that Frank?” Mikey yells, facing the bathroom.
“Yep! Thanks, man!” Frank yells from the bathroom. And then Mikey walks out.
The third day of the trip, and we have it to do whatever we like. We already dropped Bandit off with Mikey. I try to think of all the activities we were going to do, but decided we didn't want to put that much on Mikey and Pete. But Frank has an idea. He walks out of the bathroom, hair wet, a towel around his waste. Damn, this man will be the death of me.
“There's a few hot tubs, that you rent to have alone. What do you say?” He smirks at me.
“I say, that sounds wonderful.” I tell him, smiling.
“Great, because I already got it for the day!” Of course he did, instead of replying, I just throw his boxers at him. He laughs, walking towards me, before I turn around and drop my pants and find some shorts.
“Don't forget your trunks, baby.” Frank whispers against my neck. I think his towel must have fallen because I feel his slightly hard member against my ass, only covered by thin boxers. Frank squeezes my ass, hard, and I squeak.
I turn around to see Frank chuckling and sliding his boxers on.
It's not long before we're both ready. I get a small back pack ready with both our trunks and other things we might need depending on what else we decide to do.
Before going to the hot tub, Frank and I get brunch in the Hotel's restaurant. Frank leaves the table early, telling me he needs to make sure his reservations are still there for the hot tub. He tells me which one it is, and I follow him about 5 minutes after with the orders to put on my trunks before entering.
Frank's acting odd. But I push it aside. He probably just wants to give me a good day.
I find the room, with bamboo doors and a mahogany wall with the letter C on the outside. I hear someone moving inside, and open the door.
The only thing I can do is gasp at the sight.
The room is lit by candle light. Candle surrounding the tub, and all over the walls. The hot tub is running and has two champagne glasses and what looks like some type of sparkling juice beside them.
And then there's Frank. Standing in the middle of the room, shirtless with his trunks on. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet with his hands behind his back. He looks nervous. He looks adorable.
“Frankie, you didn't need to do all of this.” I exclaim, walking towards him.
“Yeah, I did, if I wanted this to be special.” Wanted what to be special?
“What are you talking about?” Frank walks towards me, and grabs one of my hands.
“T-this.” He's stuttering.
And then he does the unimaginable.
Frank kneels, on one knee. He holds my right hand tightly. I gasp. Frank's other hand comes from behind his back and reveals a gold band. It's small and simple, but it's the most beautiful ring I've ever seen.
“Gerard Arthur Way. I love you, more then you'll ever know. I know I'm young, but I think we can both agree that I've matured well beyond my years. You've given me a family. A whole family. Not the broken one I always had. You're the reason I'm a dad to the most beautiful baby girl. I'm so happy I found you. I know we've been through hell. You've given me everything I could ever want. And I want to spend the rest of my life giving you everything. Gerard, baby, my love, will you marry me?”
At some point during Frank's monologue, I started crying. But I'm not thinking about that. There's only one word on my mind.
“Yes.” I whisper. Frank's face lights up, a grin spreading from ear to ear, and feel my lips do the same.
He pulls my hand closer to him and slides on the ring, immediately standing up after. I wrap my arms around his waste, and he throws him arm around my neck.
“I love you.” I speak into his ear.
“I love you, too.” He replies, claiming my mouth with his.

Notes

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