Mr. Way - Frerard

One week later, Frank and I were just arriving in New York City, and had checked in to our hotel. It was nothing special, but wasn't filth. As it was already late, and we had an early start the next day, Frank and I got into our pyjamas - or lack of - and got into bed.

The next morning, I woke up to the sight of Frank, with a mix between bed hair and sex hair, and I couldn't help but gaze at him, his mouth slightly agape and his amber eyes hidden by soft, pale lids that were as perfect as the rest of him. I resisted the strong urge to kiss him, touch him, anything to feel closer to him, and got out of bed. After dressing myself, I found the nearest coffee shop and returned to the hotel bearing two coffees.

"Morning, sleeping beauty. We got a big day ahead of us," I greeted him upon seeing that he had awakened. He mumbled a 'good morning' in return, and I saw his face brighten when he noticed the cup in my hand. He made a 'gimme' motion with his hands and I handed him one. My mouth watered at the sight of a shirtless Frank, his tattoos showing and begging me to stroke them, to examine every one, but I knew I couldn't as we had to leave soon, to meet my daughter.

Time drew on, and before I knew it I was clutching onto Frank's hand as if it were my lifeline and we were approaching the cafe where I was to meet my ex-girlfriend and daughter.

"Frank, wait," I said to him, and we stopped. "I-I don't know if I can do this"

"Of course you can, Gee, it's going to be okay. I promise," he said to me soothingly.

"No, Frank, I can't, I'm not parent-material. Maybe we should just go back home. I'm sorry for dragging you out here like this," I stuttered nervously, running a hand through my combed hair.

"No, Gerard. We're doing this, okay? It's going to be fine and you're gonna be a great dad, and I'll be here with you every minute," he said to me, and I knew he wasn't going to let me back down, so I grabbed his hand tighter and let him lead me into the small cafe.

I immediately spotted them at a table close to the back of the place, and I took deep breaths as we walked over to them.

"Gerard. Hi," I heard her say in the voice I hadn't heard for so many years, the voice that brought back so many memories.

"H-Hey," I replied. Next to her sat a small girl, who looked shy and was quiet, and my first thought was that she had my eyes.

"Hi," I said to her. "You must be Bandit, right?" She nodded, looking up at me. "It’s okay, B. This is your daddy," Lindsey urged her, but got no other response.

We took our seats opposite them, and I introduced Frank. I noticed Lindsey give Frank an uncomfortable look, but chose to ignore it.

The four of us spent the day together, and Bandit grew less shy as the day went on, even giving me a hug when we said goodbye at the end of the day. Frank and I returned to our hotel and I felt a lot lighter than I did at the start of the day. I fell asleep happy, with Frank in my arms and a new daughter in my thoughts.

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