Mr. Way - Frerard

I woke up the next morning, and outstretched my hand towards Frank, only to find an empty bed. I frowned, wanting an extra few minutes in bed, but wanting to go in search for Frank more.

I trudged downstairs with a yawn, and paused in the doorway of the kitchen to view the scene in front of me. A stool had been brought up to the oven, and Bandit was stood on it. On one side of her stood Mikey, and on the other was Frank. They were cooking something, and I inhaled. Bacon.

Despite the situation at hand, life seemed pretty perfect at that moment in time. The three most important people in my life, being happy and getting on well with each other.

Bandit turned her head, and saw me. “Daddy!” she squealed delightedly.

“Hey, baby girl. Are you making breakfast?” I asked her, putting an awestruck tone in my voice. She nodded, a grin on her face.

“Frankie and Uncle Mikey are helping me, but I’m doing most of the work,” she told me, a very serious expression on her face. I matched her solemn look and nodded. Frank looked at me, smiling with his eyes crinkled, and I beamed back. He handed me a cup of coffee, and I took it gratefully.

We had a happy breakfast, everyone being cheerful and making jokes. However, there was a black cloud looming over us, and it thundered, telling us that it wasn’t going to last, we didn’t know what we were going to do, and people would already be looking for us.

When we’d finished breakfast, Mikey enlisted Bandit’s help in cleaning the dishes in order to give Frank and I time to talk. We went to the living room together.

“I have like, twenty five missed calls from my Ma,” he said with tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Frank, I’m so sorry I got you into this,” I told him, cupping his face with my hands and gazing into his leafy green orbs.

“Stop saying that! I committed to this relationship too, Gerard. You can’t blame all of this on yourself.”

“You can go back if you want, Frankie. If you don’t think it’s worth it,” I told him quietly. I begged to myself selfishly that he’d never want to leave me, that we could be together forever, even if it had to be in hiding.

“I’ll never leave you. Never ever,” he promised, reaching up to press his soft lips to mine.

Notes

I'm sorry for not updating yesterday, I was out all day