Accidents Happen, I guess

Frank sighs and shifts from foot to foot. He’s nervous and nauseated and he just wants to go back to his apartment and curl up with Gerard and pizza. But he can’t. Instead he’s outside the home he grew up in and he’s trying to build the courage to knock on the door.

Fuck it. He knocks and stops himself from bolting to his car. His mother needs to know and the sooner she knows the better. Well Frank hopes anyway.

The door opens to reveal his mother. She smiles bright enough to light a dark room and she immediately pulls Frank into a tight hug.

“Frankie! I’ve been so worried about you. Too busy to visit your old mom, ey?” She jokes and Frank chuckles. He always forgets how much he misses her hugs, they feel safe and like
home.

“You’re not old yet mom.” He says seriously and she coos at him, pinching his cheek before bringing them both into the house.

“Coffee? I got some of that new stuff so I’m not sure if you’ll like it.” She says as she leads him to the kitchen. Frank bites his lip.

“Um.. No thanks mom I’m not drinking coffee at the moment. You can make yourself a cup though.” He says and tries to ignore her questioning look, she nods though without question and goes about making herself a cup.

Once she has her coffee she sits him down on the couch with a glass of water, she is a mom after all and she had to give him something, then sits across from him.

“So what do you need to tell me?” She asks after some silence. Frank chokes a little on his water and looks up at her. Of course she would have known he had something to tell her.
This was his mother after all.

“How-” Frank starts asking the obvious question only to be cut off by his mother’s chuckle.

“Well, Frankie, you haven’t looked this nervous since you told me you were gay. Also your friends have been calling me to ask whether I knew what was going on with you.” She shrugs and sips her coffee. Frank silently curses his friends, stupid caring assholes.

“So, are you going to tell me? I’m worried baby.” She says and puts her coffee down on the table. Frank copies her actions and puts his water down too.

“I found out something not too long ago and I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you.” He starts. His mother just nods so he continues. “Mikey made me go to the hospital after I started getting stomach pains. They did some tests and…” He freezes, what the fuck does he say now? He didn’t prepare to get this far honestly.

His mother looks at him with love and worry before whispering, “Are you sick Frankie?” But then her shoulders sag with relief when he shakes his head.

“Not exactly. The doctor told me I’m a carrier.” He rushes out and then squeezes his eyes shut, waiting for the yelling. But the yelling never comes.

“So you aren’t dying or anything?” His mother asks and he opens his eyes to meet the relieved face of his mother.

“No… Wait you don’t care I can have children?” He asks incredulously. His mother looks at him like he’s an idiot.

“Of course I care, there’s a chance I’m getting me some Grandkids. It’s great!” She smiles and takes a hold of his hands.

“Well then you’re going to love this news… Hopefully. I’m Pregnant.” He says and her grip on his hands tightens. She gasps and her eyes well up.

“Really? What happened? So soon?” She rambles and stops when he squeezes her hands in an attempt to calm her.

He explains what happened all the way to the part about hanging around with Gerard. She listens and doesn’t interrupt him once. Her expression shows anger- at the doctor- and happiness- at who the father turned out to be.

“Do you have a copy of the scan?” She asks and when he nods she lets go of his hands so he can retrieve her own copy.

He gets it out of his jacket pocket and hands it to her, pointing to the blob that is his baby. She smiles lovingly down at the picture, eyes welling up with tears once more. His mother was always a bit of a crier, that’s where Frank got it from honestly.

“How far along?” She asks next, still smiling down at the picture. Her thumb stroking where the blob is on the paper.

“I’m almost half way into my second month.” He explains and she nods, not looking overly pleased at how late he left it to tell her.

“Frankie I’m happy for you, not at the situation but it could have gone worse.” She says as she takes one of his hands again. Frank understands what she’s saying. How it happened was unfortunate but it could have ended up worse than it had.

“There is one thing though…” She says.

“What is it?” Frank asks, nervous at the look that comes across her face.

“I want to meet Gerard.”

Notes

Yo Yo Yo homedogs! Sorry it took so long to update I forgot honestly haha. Ive been sick so ive had a terrible headache but im recovering and ready to carry on! WE'LL CARRY ON! WE'LL CARRY ON! Sorry...

Well here ya go haha
-XOXOC