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Frank's POV
Relief washed over me as I pulled into Gerard's driveway. He was home and I couldn't be more grateful. I needed someone to talk to about this. I got out of my car and went inside. I didn't bother with knocking. I knew Gerard wouldn't care anyway. I found him outside under a tree sketching.
"Gee?"
I obviously startled him because he nearly jumped a foot into the air and his sketch pad went flying across the lawn. Had I not been so upset it would have been humorous.
"Dammit Frank! You scared the fuck out of me."
I frowned. "Sorry Gee."
"Uh-oh. I know that look. What's wrong?"
"It's Secret. She's....pregnant."
"What's wrong with that? Shouldn't you be happy?"
"Her being pregnant isn't the problem."
"Come here, sit down." He patted the spot beside him and I sat down. He slung an arm around my shoulders. "Now, tell Dr. Gee what the problem is."
I chuckled dryly at his choice of words and then sighed as I mentally prepared myself for what I was going to reveal to him. " The babies might not be mine."
"What?! Then whose........Pete." He gasped in realization.
"Yeah." I sighed as I buried my head in my hands.
"Frankie, I'm sorry."
"What am I going to do?"
"I don't know."
"What if these babies are Pete's? How can I ever look at Secret the same way again? How will we explain this to Rayne and Lyric?"
"I'm sorry Frankie but I really can't answer those questions for you."
I sighed and slumped against Gerard's shoulder. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Gerard spoke.
"Frankie?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you love Secret?"
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I love her. I love her more than life itself."
"Then you should talk to her. You need to be there for her through this."
"How Gerard? She cheated on me and now we don't even know the paternity of these unborn babies."
"Frankie, you are one of my best friends and you have been for a long time and because of this I love you. I consider you my family more so than some of my own family members. Now, I am not saying what Secret did was right by no means. In fact, it was fucking shitty but Frank this is your fault too. If you wouldn't have cheated then she wouldn't have either. You do know that, right?"
"I know, Gerard but I am not the one who ended up pregnant or better yet got anyone else pregnant."
"But what if they are your babies? Wouldn't you feel like shit for abandoning them like that?"
I sighed heavily. He had a point but then again what if I did stick by her side and the babies were not mine?
"Yeah Gee but what if I do stick by her side through this and they are not mine?"
"I'm going to ask you another question and I want you to think about it for a minute. Okay?" I nodded.
"Do you love Pete?"
I snorted. "Not at the moment."
"Think about it, Frankie."
I debated with myself in my head for a few minutes before finally sighing and looking at Gerard.
"Of course, Gee. Pete is one of my best friends. I love him like a brother but I am not ready to forgive him if that's what you are implying."
"That's not where I am going with this. Now, if Pete had kids how would you feel about them?"
"I would love them. I would be their Uncle Frankie but Gee...."
"Now, say these are Pete's twins and not yours, does that mean you should love them any less? Because regardless of what happens they are babies, Frank. Innocent bystanders in this fucked up mess."
"I know, Gee. It's just hard to accept. I just can't get my head around it. I feel like my world is crumbling around me and there is nothing I can do about it."
"I'm sorry, Frankie. Honestly, if it was me I wouldn't know what to do either. I am not here to judge you. I am just offering some advice."
"Yeah, I know. So, would you mind if I crashed here for awhile?"
"Of course not. You know you are always welcome here."
"Thanks Gee."
"You're welcome. You know where everything is so make yourself at home."
"Yeah. I think I'll just go inside. I need to be alone." I muttered as I stood and walked toward the house.
"Frankie?" Gerard called and I looked over my shoulder at him.
"Yeah?"
"If I know you as well as I think I do then I know you didn't bother to bring any clothes so help yourself."
I smiled sheepishly at him. "Thanks Gee. You do know me well." He nodded and I turned back to the house.
I went straight to one of the spare bedrooms and stripped to my boxers then sprawled across the bed. Normally, I would probably be crying like a fucking pansy but right now I could only feel anger and betrayal. Anger and betrayal toward both Secret and Pete for what they had done. For how fucked up this situation had become. After all, I had just been able to put their betrayal behind me. I had just been able to forgive them. Most of all though, I felt anger toward myself. Gerard was right. If I hadn't gotten drunk and fucked up so badly none of this would have happened. In the end I only had myself to blame. Just as the stress and exhaustion began to overtake my body my cell rang. I retrieved it from my pants pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Frank?"
"Yep."
"It's Zacky."
"Oh. Hey Zacky. What's up?"
"We have a problem that's what's up."
I frowned to myself. "Why? What's going on?"
"You remember the stripper?"
I snorted. "How could I forget? She's part of the reason my life is going to shit."
"Well, it's only going to get worse in a moment, my friend."
"What do you mean?"
"She claims that she is pregnant and that one of us has to be the father."
I felt the color drain from my face as I held the phone in trembling hands. "A-Are you s-sure?"
"That's what she is saying. She wants a paternity test when the kid is born."
"Fucking hell!"
"I'm sorry man."
"I've gotta go, Zacky. I guess keep me informed."
"Will do. Bye Frank."
"Yeah. Bye Zacky."
Anger filled me as I sent my phone flying across the room where it hit the wall and shattered. Just when I thought it couldn't get any fucking worse the universe decides to spit in my fucking face. Now what would I do? Now it seemed I was in the same predicament as Secret. Shit! How am I going to tell her? She'll be crushed.
xo britt
Relief washed over me as I pulled into Gerard's driveway. He was home and I couldn't be more grateful. I needed someone to talk to about this. I got out of my car and went inside. I didn't bother with knocking. I knew Gerard wouldn't care anyway. I found him outside under a tree sketching.
"Gee?"
I obviously startled him because he nearly jumped a foot into the air and his sketch pad went flying across the lawn. Had I not been so upset it would have been humorous.
"Dammit Frank! You scared the fuck out of me."
I frowned. "Sorry Gee."
"Uh-oh. I know that look. What's wrong?"
"It's Secret. She's....pregnant."
"What's wrong with that? Shouldn't you be happy?"
"Her being pregnant isn't the problem."
"Come here, sit down." He patted the spot beside him and I sat down. He slung an arm around my shoulders. "Now, tell Dr. Gee what the problem is."
I chuckled dryly at his choice of words and then sighed as I mentally prepared myself for what I was going to reveal to him. " The babies might not be mine."
"What?! Then whose........Pete." He gasped in realization.
"Yeah." I sighed as I buried my head in my hands.
"Frankie, I'm sorry."
"What am I going to do?"
"I don't know."
"What if these babies are Pete's? How can I ever look at Secret the same way again? How will we explain this to Rayne and Lyric?"
"I'm sorry Frankie but I really can't answer those questions for you."
I sighed and slumped against Gerard's shoulder. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Gerard spoke.
"Frankie?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you love Secret?"
"What kind of a question is that? Of course I love her. I love her more than life itself."
"Then you should talk to her. You need to be there for her through this."
"How Gerard? She cheated on me and now we don't even know the paternity of these unborn babies."
"Frankie, you are one of my best friends and you have been for a long time and because of this I love you. I consider you my family more so than some of my own family members. Now, I am not saying what Secret did was right by no means. In fact, it was fucking shitty but Frank this is your fault too. If you wouldn't have cheated then she wouldn't have either. You do know that, right?"
"I know, Gerard but I am not the one who ended up pregnant or better yet got anyone else pregnant."
"But what if they are your babies? Wouldn't you feel like shit for abandoning them like that?"
I sighed heavily. He had a point but then again what if I did stick by her side and the babies were not mine?
"Yeah Gee but what if I do stick by her side through this and they are not mine?"
"I'm going to ask you another question and I want you to think about it for a minute. Okay?" I nodded.
"Do you love Pete?"
I snorted. "Not at the moment."
"Think about it, Frankie."
I debated with myself in my head for a few minutes before finally sighing and looking at Gerard.
"Of course, Gee. Pete is one of my best friends. I love him like a brother but I am not ready to forgive him if that's what you are implying."
"That's not where I am going with this. Now, if Pete had kids how would you feel about them?"
"I would love them. I would be their Uncle Frankie but Gee...."
"Now, say these are Pete's twins and not yours, does that mean you should love them any less? Because regardless of what happens they are babies, Frank. Innocent bystanders in this fucked up mess."
"I know, Gee. It's just hard to accept. I just can't get my head around it. I feel like my world is crumbling around me and there is nothing I can do about it."
"I'm sorry, Frankie. Honestly, if it was me I wouldn't know what to do either. I am not here to judge you. I am just offering some advice."
"Yeah, I know. So, would you mind if I crashed here for awhile?"
"Of course not. You know you are always welcome here."
"Thanks Gee."
"You're welcome. You know where everything is so make yourself at home."
"Yeah. I think I'll just go inside. I need to be alone." I muttered as I stood and walked toward the house.
"Frankie?" Gerard called and I looked over my shoulder at him.
"Yeah?"
"If I know you as well as I think I do then I know you didn't bother to bring any clothes so help yourself."
I smiled sheepishly at him. "Thanks Gee. You do know me well." He nodded and I turned back to the house.
I went straight to one of the spare bedrooms and stripped to my boxers then sprawled across the bed. Normally, I would probably be crying like a fucking pansy but right now I could only feel anger and betrayal. Anger and betrayal toward both Secret and Pete for what they had done. For how fucked up this situation had become. After all, I had just been able to put their betrayal behind me. I had just been able to forgive them. Most of all though, I felt anger toward myself. Gerard was right. If I hadn't gotten drunk and fucked up so badly none of this would have happened. In the end I only had myself to blame. Just as the stress and exhaustion began to overtake my body my cell rang. I retrieved it from my pants pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello?"
"Frank?"
"Yep."
"It's Zacky."
"Oh. Hey Zacky. What's up?"
"We have a problem that's what's up."
I frowned to myself. "Why? What's going on?"
"You remember the stripper?"
I snorted. "How could I forget? She's part of the reason my life is going to shit."
"Well, it's only going to get worse in a moment, my friend."
"What do you mean?"
"She claims that she is pregnant and that one of us has to be the father."
I felt the color drain from my face as I held the phone in trembling hands. "A-Are you s-sure?"
"That's what she is saying. She wants a paternity test when the kid is born."
"Fucking hell!"
"I'm sorry man."
"I've gotta go, Zacky. I guess keep me informed."
"Will do. Bye Frank."
"Yeah. Bye Zacky."
Anger filled me as I sent my phone flying across the room where it hit the wall and shattered. Just when I thought it couldn't get any fucking worse the universe decides to spit in my fucking face. Now what would I do? Now it seemed I was in the same predicament as Secret. Shit! How am I going to tell her? She'll be crushed.
xo britt
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