[Short Oneshot- Gerard] In a matter of a few months, Gerard Arthur Way was going to be a father. And it scared the living shit out of him.
Four in a row. Chain-smoking, he believed it was called. After years of sobriety, he'd never quit smoking. Of course not; they were his vice. He'd have nothing to hold onto sanity with if it weren't for these cancer-sticks. In other words, to quit smoking was to fall back into his old ways. And that just couldn't happen. He wouldn't let it.
Besides, he was Gerard Way; Hero of the Year 2006 and 2007, Sexiest Male of 2006, the writer of an Esiner-winning comic book, lead singer to a world-famous band named My Chemical Romance, and so many more things. None of that mattered to him at the moment, though. Because, along with all these amazing things, he was about to become something life-changing. In a matter of a few months, Gerard Arthur Way was going to be a father. And it scared the living shit out of him.
There was no possible way that Gerard could take care of another human life- especially a small, helpless one that's life depended on him. He could barely take care of himself- the proof was in his lungs. Gerard was slowly killing himself with his addiction; surely he could do the same to this baby.
The sound of groaning filled his ears, something he thought he'd be used to by now. Crushing the cigarette in the ashtray, Gerard blew out the remaining puff of smoke in his lungs before walking over to his wife. As much as she meant to him, he honestly didn't know if he could ever quit.
Lindsey looked up at him before smiling- a smile that made his heart melt. She was so amazing that Gerard could never fathom the words to describe her. Beautiful; there, he found a word. "Hey, Gee," she whispered, moving over on the couch she was lying down on. "The baby's moving around."
His eyes lighting up, Gerard almost jumped around in excitement. Almost. "Kicking? Already?" Gerard was amazed and scared at the same time. It was a beautiful thing, really, that the baby was kicking... but was he actually ready to own up to being this baby's father?
"No, Gee, our kid is running a marathon." she laughed before clutching her stomach. "Ow. But it sure fucking feels like it." Lindsey cringed slightly as the 'mountain' she called her baby kicked again, a small bump appearing where it attempted to rip her open. Gerard inwardly cursed himself. Sure, he'd always wanted a family- but if it caused his wife pain, he'd rather pull a Brangelina. He knew how much Lindsey was trying to hide her morning sickness, shifting around the bed to be comfortable, and the effort if took to just stand. He did this to her. He put this baby inside her. Gerard couldn't figure out whether to be excited or angry at himself.
"Can I... can I feel?"
"Fuck yeah, you can feel. What sort of wife wouldn't let their husband feel their baby kicking up a storm?" A smile on her face, Lindsey grabbed Gerard's hand and placed it on top of her ever-growing belly. She knew about Gerard's doubts; how he always hesitated to ask about the baby. He refused to be told it's sex- he was so worried. Lindsey couldn't understand it, though. In the two years they'd been married, she'd always pictured Gerard as the perfect father-figure. He was a role model to so many teenagers and young adults... why couldn't he picture being that for his baby? Lindsey's thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain where Gerard's hand rested and a rather loud gasp. "Y'feel it?"
Gerard was at a loss for words. There was no mistaking it, now. He'd felt his baby, kicking away at his wife's insides. There was no doubt that this baby was real, and coming faster than he expected.
At that moment, Gerard felt accomplished. Receiving silver, gold or even platinum records seemed like nothing compared to this. Winning a Grammy sounded immature. Going to the recording studio next week seemed to be so far away, and he was glad for that. For every little thing Gerard ever did to feel successful, this feeling beat it by a landslide. He'd toured the world, inspired and saved the lives of millions- but none of that meant anything. He had helped create a life. A real, living, breathing human being. He felt important.
Looking back at his pack of Newports, Gerard felt like throwing them out the window. If he wanted to have this baby, there was no chance in Hell he would ever let that poison near it. And he would quit, he decided. If not for himself, then for Lindsey and their baby. Gerard planned on staying around for quite a long time if he wanted to see his baby grow up. And he'd start today, with a pack of Nicorette.
Gerard Arthur Way was going to be a father, and he couldn't be any more excited.
So, how was it? I hope it wasn't that bad, 'cause this one brought me back to some fond memories. But fuck my rambling... ratings & reviews, please!
PS- Sorry about the repost; I wanted to make this a 'real life' series of all five boys.
PPS- I need help/ideas on who to write next. Bob, Mikey, Ray or Frank?