Frank's head was in between my legs. I opened my eyes, gasping loudly. “Frank!”
He lifted his head and grinned at me. “Hey baby..”
I rolled my eyes and tangled my fingers in his hair gently. “You're annoying sometimes..” I hummed. He purred and leaned up, his hands on my thighs. “Roll over and say that again..”
I giggled and shook my head, sitting up carefully. “Frankie, come on. Chris is home..”
He sighed and sat up, exposing his half hard dick. “I know...but I want you..”
I smiled and stood up off the bed, rubbing my stomach as I tugged a shirt on. “I appreciate it, but maybe later, yeah? Chrissy probably wants cuddles, he hasn't seen much of you lately..”
Frank nodded and pulled me in for a soft kiss. “Okay...I love you..”
I smiled and leaned into his touch slightly. “I love you too, baby bear..”
He grinned and helped me get dressed, then walked me downstairs. Chris was laying on the couch, half asleep. I moved his legs out of the way and sat down, rubbing his hip. “You okay, Chrissy..?” I asked gently. He sat up and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Really tired..”
I nodded and kissed his cheekbone, giggling softly as Frank sat down on his other side. “How about we go see a movie..?”
Chris chuckled and rubbed my back slowly. “How about another time? I think I'll fall asleep..”
I sighed and stroked his cheek. “Maybe you should cut down on your hours a little..”
He shrugged and nuzzled my hand. “I dunno..”
Frank hummed and ran his fingertips over the outside of Chris’s thigh. “If you're this tired, you might be working too much..” He said softly, looking up at the older man seriously. I nodded and kissed Chris’s neck lightly, smiling happily. “You can take a nap, too. That's okay..” I murmured, cuddling up to him. “We can all take a nap together..”

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Over the next week, Chris cut down on his hours and tended to be home a little earlier. I was eating more healthily and Frank was getting worse. Chris kept me away from him in the evenings, often telling me to lock my door.
I was home with Chris when Frank came home one night, at two in the morning. I was sitting on the couch after another nightmare, watching cartoons and being comforted silently by Chris.
Frank slammed the door and nearly stumbled into the wall, swearing as he kicked his shoes off. Chris helped me up and started walking me into the kitchen, towards the stairs. I was shaky, still weak and sleepy and very upset. Chris was between me and the door. I heard Frank walk in and clung to the back of Chris's shirt, a little scared. Frank mumbled something and Chris sighed. “Gerard had another nightmare. You should go to bed, Frank...he doesn't want you around..”
This infuriated Frank, who yelled something unintelligible and body slammed Chris. Chris fell backwards into me, knocking himself out on the counter as he fell. Frank slurred something, managing to stay upright. I fell badly, twisting my ankle, but Frank didn't seem to notice, grabbing me and dragging me to the stairs. I whimpered and tried to pull him back, but he kept mumbling to himself and half carrying me up the stairs. I tried to struggle away and he lost his grip, dropping me. I slipped and the last thing I remember is Frank yelling as I tumbled down the stairs.

I woke up in hospital. Chris was curled up in the bed next to me, fast asleep. There were flowers everywhere, and teddy bears. My stomach hurt, badly. I shifted and cried out in pain, waking Chris, who sat up slightly and made a soft noise. “Lay still..” He murmured sleepily, sadness clouding his eyes as he put a hand on my chest. “You shouldn't be moving...you've been out for three days..”
I blinked repeatedly, trying to block out the oppressive whiteness and focus on Chris's worried face. “What happened..?” I managed, despite how dry my mouth was and how cracked my voice sounded. Chris frowned and stroked my cheek, his fingertips brushing over my jaw. “Frank says you fell down the stairs...I'm um...I was knocked out and he ran cause he was drunk...you um...lost the baby…”
I stared at him in shock, my hands trembling.
“Wh-what?”
I prayed I had heard him wrong. He bit his lip hard and stroked my hair slowly, his eyes filling with tears. “We lost the baby...you were out for so long...you were bleeding, but we didn't know..”
The tears slipped down his cheeks and I just laid there, too frozen to cry. Chris cupped my face in his hands, pressing gentle kisses to my cheeks and jaw. “It's gonna be okay...we can try again, maybe..” He mumbled, his voice as shaky as his fingers. “I love you...Frank loves you…”
I drew in a sharp breath and looked away. “I don't love Frank..”
Chris sighed and laid back down with me, rubbing my side slowly. “He's gonna get sober for us. He's going into rehab….I know you're angry right now, and you have every right to be, but I hope you can forgive him..”
I sniffled and rolled over, burying myself in Chris as the floodgates opened and I broke down completely. Chris held me until I ran out of tears, my sobs trailing off into half choked words and shaky whimpers. He kissed my forehead and rubbed my side again. “I'm gonna give you a quick wipe down, okay..?” He murmured as gently as he could manage. “You've been cleaned since you got here, but not for a couple days..”
I nodded slightly and Chris untied the strings on my hospital gown, carefully lifting it away from my body.
His hands were so soft against my skin, I almost felt like crying again. Chris never touched me like this, not since we were in high school. He was thorough, cleaning every bruise, cut, and tiny patch of dried blood. I kept my eyes closed, focusing in on the feel of his hands instead of the blood crusted on my thighs. “You're so beautiful..” He murmured as he finished and carefully dressed me in warm, soft pajamas.
I rolled over and curled up, Chris laying down in front of me. “I love you..” He murmured, stroking my back. “You're so pretty. You're gonna be a great mom one day..”
I sniffled and buried my face in his neck, shivering. “One day..” I mumbled bitterly. Chris stroked my hair slowly, rocking me slightly. “Yep. We’re gonna try again, when you're ready..” He said, firmly and with forced cheerfulness. “We’re gonna be an amazing family. Frank is gonna get better, I'm gonna get a real job, and we’re gonna have a beautiful baby..”
I sniffled again and wiped the tears off my cheeks. “I don't know if I want to..”
Chris ran his fingers through my hair and lifted my chin, kissing my lips lightly. “Frank and I will be here whatever you choose, but I do think it's worth one more try. The first was a fluke, we know what happened, this time...it was Frank's fault, really. But it's not gonna happen the same way again, you know that. Frank loves you..”

Chris laid me in our bed, rubbing my back gently and kissing the side of my head softly. “You're okay..” He murmured, stroking my hair back from my face. “I'm gonna go take a shower, okay..?”
He squeezed my wrist lightly, his thumb pressing in behind the joint. I relaxed at the gesture and closed my eyes, burying my face in the pillow. Chris rubbed my shoulder when he got back, stroking his fingertips down my spine slowly. “Shh, baby..” He cooed softly, kissing the back of my neck and starting to sing quietly. I knew Frank would be away for another three weeks. That gave Chris and I time to heal on our own, to be adults, and to talk. I knew we needed to talk about my first miscarriage. I felt it was time we told Frank, despite my fear of his distaste.
Chris slipped my shirt off and my pants, leaving me in my boxers, facedown on the bed. I felt his bare chest against my back and tensed. Chris had always refused to sleep in the same bed with me unless at least he was fully clothed. “I'm here, baby..” He hummed, his muscles moving against mine as he carefully cracked my back. I squeaked happily and relaxed, the soothing sensation spreading throughout my body. “So handsome..” He purred, kissing each of the vertebrae in my spine. I pushed up against him, giggling happily. Chris started at my lower back, massaging out the tension as he worked his way up. I laid still for him, making soft noises of pleasure every now and then. I didn't feel turned on at all, there were no sexual undertones in Chris's touches, just love and caring. He kissed my shoulder and smiled against my skin. “Roll over, beautiful..”
I whined softly and turned myself over with a little help from him, yawning. Chris chuckled and kissed me gently, leaning down so his bare, lean, tattooed chest was a couple inches from mine. “Beautiful..” He grinned, starting to kiss over my collarbone. He hit my sweet spot and I smiled, arching my back slightly but stifling a moan. I didn't want him to get freaked out and stop. He sat back and smiled down at me a little sadly. “I feel like sometimes I don't appreciate your body enough...because I don't see you in the same way Frank does...but I truly, honestly, think you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen…”
I blushed deeply and moved my hands to his hips, biting my lip. “Chrissy..?”
He nodded, putting one of his hands over mine. “Yeah babe..?”
“Can we get naked..?” I asked shyly, expecting the answer to be no. Chris sighed and kissed me lightly. “Okay..”
He slipped his boxers off and I nearly made my lip bleed. I'd seen him naked before, but only short glimpses, and a long time ago. He was long, thick, and perfect. I quickly looked up at his face, smiling as I kicked my own boxers away. “I love you..” I murmured, pulling him down into a kiss and tugging him to lay with me. I laid my head against his chest and closed my eyes happily. “Chrissy..?”
He pulled me close, rubbing my lower back and inhaling deeply, enjoying my scent. “Mm?”
I blushed and kissed his neck delicately. “Will you be the father if we have another baby..?”
He tensed and kissed the side of my head. “Don't you wanna mix again..?”
I shook my head and tugged my legs up against my chest, Chris's hands shifting to my upper spine. “No...and I don't want AI either. I hate having that weird shit put up my...yknow. It's creepy…”
Chris took a deep breath. “So you're saying you want me to have sex with you and cum inside you so I can father the kid..?”
I buried my face in his neck and sighed. “It's okay….we can mix again..” I mumbled defeatedly. Chris hugged me a little tighter. “I never said no..” He soothed, rocking me slightly. “It's okay...I’ll think about it, yeah? But it might have to be AI..” I nodded and sniffled quietly. “O-okay..”

Notes

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