I sighed as I looked over the description I’d typed in the nanny website before submitting it. I looked behind me over at my two sleeping little girls and smiled softly. Seeing their arms wrapped around each other even as infants was the cutest thing I’d ever seen. I wanted to get a closer look, so I stood and walked over to them, watching them closely.

“I made you two. I helped make you two very beautiful girls. You’re both mine, and I love you both so much,” I whispered as I caressed both of their little cheeks lightly so as not to wake them up. Cherry yawned softly and stretched, accidentally hitting Lily in the face. I froze, hoping that it wouldn’t wake her up. Just as my luck would have it, Lily woke up and started crying causing Cherry to cry as well. I started panicking as I picked them both up, and tried to soothe them both.

“I can’t do this on my own! Goddamn it, Jamia!” I cursed under my breath as the crying grew louder. Just then, my computer dinged and I checked to see if it were from the nanny site. Yes! I set my kids back down in their crib and dialed the number. It rang a few times before a hesitant voice spoke.

“Hello?” His voice was quite nice, I’ll admit.

“This is Frank Iero. You just requested an interview. If you can get here in, like, 10 minutes and calm my children down, that’ll be part of the interview. Deal?” I said, feeling a headache coming on with their cries growing louder as time passed.

“Deal,” he spoke without hesitation. I gave him my address and we hung up. I put my phone down and rushed back to my girls trying to see what it was. Were they hungry? Did they need to be changed? Oh, God, how do you change a diaper? Where did Jamia leave the diapers?

“I’m not cut out to be a father…” I mumbled to myself as I put my head in my hands. It was then that I heard a knock at my door. I rushed to open it and there stood a man, obviously taller than me, dressed in all black with black eyeliner rimming his eyes.

“I’m Gerard. Where are your kids?” I was too stunned by how pretty he looked that I couldn’t speak so I just pulled him inside and brought him over to the crib. He wasted no time in hoisting them up in his arms. He hummed softly, walking around with a bounce in his step. They’re crying died down eventually and just became little hiccups. That was when he softly began to sing,

“Somewhere over the rainbow,
Way up high,
There’s a land that I heard of once in lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dared to dream really do come true.
Someday, I’ll wish upon a star,
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemons drops,
Way above the chimney top,
That’s where you’ll find me…”

I stared in awe at the amazing voice this kid had. Soon, my girls were fast asleep and he set them down carefully before turning to me and smiling.

“Hey, I’m Gerard. You’re Frank, right? It’s nice to meet you,” he said lowly as to not wake the twins. He held his hand out for me to shake and I slowly took it. Shivering at how warm and strong it felt. What’s wrong with me? This kid was only 18. Legal, yeah, but too young.

“It’s nice to meet you as well. Thank you for calming my girls down. You seem really great with kids,” I answered. Gerard’s face seemed to light up as I said this and he nodded eagerly causing me to chuckle softly.

“Well, let’s finish the rest of your interview, then,” I said. He smiled and nodded once more. I led him into the kitchen and told him to take a seat at the table as I took the seat across from him.

“Okay, tell me about yourself.” I noticed the way Gerard shifted uncomfortably, but waited for him to continue.

“Well, I’m 18, and I recently graduated as Valedictorian. I love kids and I love to sing. I would have liked to pursue a career as a singer, but then I wouldn’t have time to take care of anyone’s kids. I know that sounds a little odd, but kids are so fragile and tiny and innocent that they can’t just be left in the presence of anyone.” He spoke so passionately about kids that I wanted to pinch his cheeks.

"I love children despite how I look. You know, all the black clothes and the eyeliner? Don't let that fool you. People call me a big softie," he explained to me.

"Yeah, the black is really distracting. You know, I don't know if I really want my kids around that," I said. He gave me an 'are-you-serious-look'.

"Mr. Iero, sorry, but you're wearing all black as well, so..." he trailed off. I looked down at myself and quickly put my hand to my forehead, my face heating up in embarrassment. That was when I heard the sweetest thing I'd heard next to the sound Cherry and Lily cooing; his laugh.

“Aren’t you going to be going on tour soon, too..?” He trailed off. I wanted to facetable at that point. We both laughed this time around.

“Yeah, you have a good point. Nevermind. So when can you move in?” I asked. He tapped his chin, thinking to himself.

“Give me a week. I need to get everything settled with my parents. They’re over protective. Mind meeting them?” I shook my head.

“Nah, I don’t mind. Anything for my girls and you seem like a very good influence,” I said. He smiled and looked back towards the living room where they were currently sleeping. We both stood and then he turned to me.

“How long will I be able to take care of them?”

“I’ll be on tour for about a month and a half, so… until then? I’m still working everything out right now,” I laughed, causing him to chuckle.

“I’ll stay as long as I’m needed and also welcome,” he giggled. “So, you have my number. Call me whenever is convenient for you to meet my mom and dad and I’ll be ready anytime. I look forward to helping you with your kids,” he said as he stuck his hand out. I shook it and smiled. He was so professional. I’m glad he could teach Cherry and Lily something good, like manners and even educational things since he was Valedictorian. I walked him out the door after he said a silent ‘see-you-soon’ to my girls.

“You’ll be hearing from me soon,” I told him as he walked to his car. He smiled and nodded his head.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Mr. Iero.” I was going to correct him by saying he should use my first name, but I couldn’t deny the way that title sounded coming from him. I used to feel guilty thinking about a man this way because of my marriage to Jamia. She and I were married for a good five years, marrying when we were both eighteen, but I started noticing that I wasn’t attracted to her anymore about a year ago. I began noticing men a lot more, and, eventually, admitted to myself that I would prefer a man. I was going to tell her, but then she informed me of the twins and I just couldn’t. It wasn’t until she was almost due that I couldn’t hide it anymore. I sat her down one morning and told her everything; she was understanding. She grabbed my hands and held them in her own, stating that she had a feeling, but was waiting until I was comfortable enough with her and even myself to tell her. She and I are still friends, but I have my girls because we agreed that being raised here in a small town was good. Jamia works in the UK, so she relocated herself there.

Speaking of which, I should probably let her know that Gerard will be moving in. Knowing her, she’d want to so some type of meeting with him. Probably over Skype to see how he is. I’d only had a brief conversation with him, but he seemed like a really good person for the twins. Though, I should probably let Gerard know that he has to “meet” her. I’ll call him tomorrow. Hopefully he won’t mind coming back. Lord knows I wouldn’t mind having him. I sighed at my own thoughts as I sat next to the girls’ crib and opened up a good read. Who would even believe I’m in a rock band? I chuckled to myself.

Notes

I've had this idea in my head for months, so I decided to finally put it up.

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-OAIF <3