Live-in Nanny Wanted!

I did the gentlemen-y thing and opened the door for Gerard. He thanked me with that cute fucking blush on his cheeks and climbed in. He looked very nice, as he always did and I was thankful for the tight pants he was wearing. Not that that was the only thing I cared about, but, hey, the dude had a nice ass and I wasn’t going to be rude by not acknowledging it. I got in the driver’s side and buckled in before starting the car.

“Ready?” I asked him. He looked over at me shyly and nodded his head. I put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. I drove in the direction of the movie theater, humming along to whatever song was on the radio, which happened to be Culture Club’s Karma Chameleon. Gerard, at one point, reached over and put his hand over mine and held it tightly. I smiled over at him and turned my hand around to hold his properly. The drive wasn’t too bad and I was enjoying it, but I also had a habit of looking in the mirror to see how my girls were, often getting slightly startled when I saw their seats empty. I took a deep breath to calm myself, but I couldn’t help but want to grab my phone and call Mikey to see how they were doing and Mikey was handling them properly. I couldn’t help but worry, even if I knew they were in good hands.

“Frank?” Gerard asked when I hadn’t driven forward at the green light. I snapped to and pressed on the gas, thankful there was no one behind us. “Are you okay?” He asked, squeezing my hand a little tighter. I nodded, smiling sheepishly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just,” I sighed. “I miss the girls.” I saw him nod from the corner of my eye.

“It just seems a little too quiet, yeah,” he said softly. “Do you wanna go back?” He asked. I shook my head.

“It’s our date, Gerard, and the girls are probably being cooed over by Mikey. I trust him.”

“He loves them,” he responded. “We could always go home early, too. We can just make dinner together instead of going out.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Oh, man. I can barely spend a couple of hours without them, how am I gonna cope when they start school?” I groaned, absolutely dreading the thought. “How am I going to go on tour and leave them for months?” I said quietly. A huge part of me was regretting it all, but this was something I’d dreamed about doing my whole life. This was something that was in my blood. But lately I’d found myself thinking that I didn’t need that life. I was struggling so much internally, but I knew that the answer would just come to me when I needed it most, call me superstitious or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

“Frank, you’ll be proud. You’ll see them growing up and probably think to yourself, “wow, they’re getting more and more beautiful every day,” and you’re gonna smile because they’re yours. They’ll call you dad and always go to you for help and that’ll never change,” he said, slightly stumbling over his words. I pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater and parked before turning to look at him.

“You… really don’t think that’ll change? You think they’ll always love me? They won’t grow to hate me?” I asked with slightly wide eyes, as if he had all the answers. I knew he didn’t, but pretending he did really helped me. Gerard shook his head.

“I don’t think they’ll ever hate you, Frankie. You’re going to be the best father; I can already tell. I mean, you took Mikey in and provide for me, him, and your daughters without even batting an eye. You’re a natural caregiver.” I smiled at his words and nodded, pulling him into a tight hug and holding him.

“Thanks, Gerard, that really really means a lot to me,” I said, pulling away to arm’s length. He smiled at me, that small cute blush staining his cheeks in the way that drove me crazy (so, like, every way he blushed, honestly). I gave his cheek a kiss which earned me a giggle. “Let’s get inside. It’s starting to get colder,” I said as I opened the door and stepped out. Unfortunately, he didn’t wait for me and got out himself. I sent him a pout and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What?” He raised a brow.

“You’re making it awfully hard to be a gentleman when you’re doing shit on your own.” He rolled his eyes playfully with a fond smile on his face.

“Oh, how charming of you. You must drive all the men and women crazy for you,” he teased. I smiled smugly.

“Have you seen this jawline?” I asked, pointing it out. Gerard giggled. “I’m just kidding. I’m not that full of myself.”

“No, but you definitely should be. You’re absolutely beautiful,” he admitted shyly. I blushed this time, trying to hide my cheeks by coughing and covering half my face with my hand. I knew he saw, but he just gave me a grin and I was thankfully for that. I held my arm out for him and led him to the theater doors. When we got to the booth, I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and paid for our tickets to the screening of Pulp Fiction.

“Best date movie, ever,” I chuckled as we went to find seat. We both decided to not get any snacks so we could save room for our dinner.

“Agreed,” he laughed softly. “Who wouldn’t wanna see that famous What scene?” I bit back a smile at the thought and nodded.

“Oh, yeah. I’m hoping they’ll have a Wizard of Oz screening soon,” I added. He gave me a curious look.

“Why that movie? It’s so overrated.” I gasped and put my hand to my chest.

“How dare you,” I said, glaring softly at him. “The movie is quite underrated! I don’t think anyone realizes exactly how amazing a movie in technicolor was in nineteen-thirty-nine!” He exclaimed.

“Wow, you really like this movie, don’t you?” He smirked. I nodded.

“Fuck yeah! Who wouldn’t? My girls are gonna be quoting that movie with me one day.” I felt proud of that thought, wanting nothing more than to spend my Sunday mornings doing that. Gerard shook his head, a fond smile on his lips.

“I’d like to be part of that one day,” he said softly as he grabbed my hand tightly. I looked up at him, staring into his eyes, and tried biting back a smile, but he knew I was excited about that idea. A life with Gerard would make me content. I knew this kid for a few weeks and I turned into a cliché fuck and fell in love at first sight. I guess it does only happen once, if at all. I didn’t think I would be married to Jamia the first time we met, us being together just made sense because we’d always been very close, but when I saw Gerard standing on my doorstep slightly out of breath, I felt that something could actually happen with him. And it has. There hasn’t been anything more reassuring that the feel of his hand in mine, or the way he smiled at me. There was nothing more reassuring to me than Gerard Way.

Notes

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I've been having a bunch of trouble writing lately. If this keeps up, then I'll have no choice but to go on a hiatus for who knows how long... Writing is something I find solace in, but it's become difficult for me.

I want to give a special thank you to two people on here who have come to mean the world to me. They have helped me through so much and deal with me, being the emotional roller coaster than I am, and listened to me when I needed an ear. I feel like I don't thank them as much as I should, but they should know that I love them with all my heart:
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Much love,
-OAIF <3