Live-in Nanny Wanted!

It was the day Gerard was going to start moving his things into the house, and I had just gotten done putting up random cool shit whenever my phone rang in my pocket. I looked down at the caller.

“Hey, Gerard,” I answered.

“Hey, Frank. I’m on my way. The girls awake or do I have to Assassin’s Creed my way into your house?” He asked. Oh, God, yes. Video game references. I gave a laugh in response.

“They’re awake, but they’re currently resting in the crib,” I answered.

“All right. Well, I’m here anyways. Come out,” he said. I quickly made my way downstairs.

“What have I told you about that?” I scolded playfully. I opened the door and saw him pulling into my driveway. I saw him smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Safety and all that,” he laughed before getting out the car and waving as he hung up the phone. I gasped.

“Did you just hang up on me?” I asked, making my way over to him.

“Oh, God, you’re right here,” he said, popping his trunk open.

“That’s a sacrilegious thing to say, Gerard,” I laughed as I grabbed a box and a couple of extra bags from the back.

“Finally! You’ve actually said something punk!” He exclaimed, following behind me with two boxes stacked on top of one another. I walked inside, chuckling more to myself than him at his words, and made my way upstairs.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and decorated your room with shit I thought you’d like. I could always take it down if you don’t,” I explained as I opened the door to his new room. I let him walk inside first and studied his facial expression.

“Fuck, Frank, this is awesome!” He said as he put the boxes on the floor next to his bed. As a last minute decision, I went to the store and bought a red bedspread for him along with a black comforter. I was actually jealous of the fucker. This was the kind of room I’d always wanted, but my parents always told me that it was too dark for their liking and something about being under their roof, whatever. It also didn’t occur to me until right this second, that I could take my happy ass to the store and buy the same thing for me.

“This is, like, my dream room. Even the posters! How do you know me so well?” He asked, turning to me and smiling. I almost stopped breathing. He was so pretty. Oh, shit, Frank. Answer the dude, you’re just staring!

“Please, Gerard, we like the same things. It would’ve been terrible to give you a completely blank room. Also, um, well, I left that wall right there completely bare, because I thought maybe you’d want to, like, paint your own design or something,” I offered. His eyes seemed to brighten and it made my chest swell with happiness. I put the boxes down on the floor and the bags on his bed.

“You’re amazing, Frank. Thank you so much,” he said. I turned back toward him and found myself very surprised as a pair of arms wrapped around my neck and a body was pressed against mine. I stood there for a moment before finally hugging him back.

“You’re welcome,” I answered, stepping back. “I’ll let you unpack and I’ll get dinner going, okay? If you need help, I’m just down stairs.” He nodded and I turned and left the room, closing the door behind me. I let out a breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. Oh, fuck, that was the best hug I’ve ever had from another man, I thought. I made my way downstairs and looked through my fridge.

“Okay, so, what would he like?” I muttered to myself, rummaging through different ingredients. “I wonder if he’d like to eat burgers tonight.” I closed the door to the fridge and walked back upstairs. I passed by my room, seeing the twins cuddling with each other and couldn’t resist myself. I grabbed my phone and snapped a quick picture. They were so cute, especially when they slept, that I could just cry. I sent the picture to Jamia and pocketed my phone once more. I slowly crept out of the room and shut the lights off, leaving to the room next door. I knocked on the door and waited.

“Gerard?” I called out. No answer. Hm… I slowly opened the door and found him sleeping on the bed, still in his clothes. I unfolded the blanket at his feet and put it over him, briefly stroking his hair. Once I realized what I was doing, I pulled my hand away and walked out of the room, turning off the lights and closing the door on the way out.

“Well, burgers it is,” I laughed. I went back to the kitchen to set the girls’ high chairs up against the counter so they could watch before running back up to get them. They cooed and giggled in my arms, and the sound itself caused me to smile big. These two little angels were mine and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Thinking back, I never really saw myself having a family, because band, band, band is all I thought about. It never occurred to me that I could meet someone who would want to start a family with me. Sadly, I couldn’t even stay in the relationship, but it was okay because Jamia was still my best friend. And I know she always will be.

“I hope you two never grow up,” I smiled at them as I put them in their chairs one by one. I lightly tapped them on their noses, smiling more once they giggled at me, and then turned around to get the things needed to make me and Gerard’s dinner. As the patties were cooking, I grabbed the girls food and propped myself up on the stool in from of them and fed them slowly. Even though they liked to put their hands in their mouth after taking little mouthfuls of the baby food, I didn’t try to stop them because how could I resist those little toothless smiles and squinted eyes. I took my phone out once more and snapped a couple of pictures before sending them to Jamia. She was probably working or something, but she’d see them later. I got up to flip the burgers before getting out the buns, lettuce, tomatoes, mayo, whatever else you would put on your burger.

“Maybe I should go wake up Gerard. What do you think girls? Wanna see Gerard?” I asked them. They looked up at me, making a high pitched giggling sound which I gladly took as a yes. “Yeah, I wanna see him, too,” I mumbled in agreement. I turned to walk out of the kitchen when I came face to face with Gerard, causing me to jump back with my hand to my chest.

“Jesus Christ, Gerard! You scared me!” I said, trying to catch my breath. He smirked at me. “I thought you were still sleeping?” I said, though it sounded more like a question.

“No. I did doze off, but I woke up a bit whenever you put the blanket over me,” he explained. I instantly froze. Fuck me with my own fist! I smiled nervously at him.

“Oh, really? Then why didn’t you get up?” I let out a breathy laugh as I lightly punched him in the chest. I picked up my cup of now-lukewarm coffee and took a huge gulp.

“I find it relaxing whenever people pet my head,” he stated bluntly. I coughed on the liquid in my mouth, barely managing to swallow it down. After it was down, I coughed violently for a few seconds, bringing tears to my eyes before it finally settled down. Shit, what do I say?

“Oh, that’s nice,” I answered. I mentally facepalmed.

“Yeah, you should do that more.” I only nodded and flipped the burgers again.

“Sure. So the patties are done. Make it however you like,” I said with a smile before turning back to the girls and resumed feeding them. Instead of taking my offer, he pulled up a stool next to me and grabbed the jar I was using for Lily and started feeding her himself. I gave him a questioning look.

“What? The girls always come first,” he stated simply. That was too sweet. I could almost kiss the fuck out of him for that.

“Thanks, Gerard,” I mumbled to him. I felt his hand touch the middle of my back. It was a gesture of acknowledgement, but it felt so wonderful. Maybe one day in the future it could become a romantic gesture. I could see myself holding his hand as our other arms were carrying the girls. Maybe they could call him ‘dad,’ too. I shook my head. No, clearly that wasn’t an option. He had dreams to achieve first. I could expect him to stay with me forever.

Notes

Short chapter, sorry ;-; I still hope it was enjoyable.

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