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Melody's POV
The past week had passed by normally. Neither Gerard nor I had mentioned the New Year's Eve mishap and as far as I knew Frank had not confronted Gerard on the subject. Alicia has been around almost everyday this week to see both Mikey and myself. I was more than happy to see Mikey getting happier with each passing day and I was glad I finally had a girl around to talk to. What I wasn't looking forward to was tomorrow morning. Not only would I have to resume my schooling but Frank had to fly out to Los Angeles and he wouldn't return until late Friday night. I have admittedly become more and more dependent upon Frank and I hate when he has to leave for long periods of time.
I lay on the couch with my head resting on Frank's lap while his fingers danced lazily across my stomach. I thought about his early departure tomorrow morning and frowned, letting a heavy sigh fall from my lips. Or course, Frank noticed something was bothering me and he glanced down at me with a frown of his own etched across his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"Come on, Mel, something is wrong. Please tell me."
"I'm fine, just a little tired."
He sighed. "Is it because I have to go to LA?"
"Do you have to go?"
"Mel, I-"
"I know, I know. 'It's part of the job' but it still sucks."
"I'm sorry, Mel. You know I would take you with me if I could but it would be like feeding you to sharks. The media is vicious and besides, you have school."
"I know but it's going to suck without you. It's going to be impossible to sleep without you." I mumbled but then quickly realized what I had said. "I-I mean without, you know, the tummy rubs." I stammered, blushing slightly.
"You know I hate this just as much as you do. I am going to be a fucking mess all week, constantly worrying about you and the baby."
"Yeah." I mumbled, frowning once again.
"You are making it so hard for me to leave." He groaned. "I wish I could send someone else but I can't, Mel, this is important. This is part of the job."
"I know, Frankie. I'm sorry I am being so difficult."
"Hey, no, you're not being difficult. I know this is hard for you, too."
"Yeah."
"Cheer up. Just think about it this way, when I get home on Friday we only have to wait one more week until the Fall Out Boy concert."
I grinned up at him. "I can't wait. Where exactly is the concert?"
"It's in New York at Madison Square Garden."
"Really? I have never been there but I heard it's amazing."
He nodded. "It is amazing. I booked us a hotel for Friday night because the concert won't be over until late and I'll be too tired to drive back home plus, I thought it would be fun to spend Saturday in New York."
"That does sound fun and I can't wait. Thanks Frankie." I mumbled through a yawn. Frank chuckled.
"Yeah, it will be fun but I think for now we should get to bed. Its late and I have to get up early."
"Yeah, okay."
I rolled off of Frank's lap and he clicked off the television before following me into our room. We both crawled into bed and he pulled me back against his chest. He wrapped an arm around my middle, sliding his hand up my shirt where his icy fingertips began stroking gently across the stretched skin and causing me to shiver. Frank sighed in content and nuzzled his face into my hair.
"G'Night, Mel."
" 'Night, Frankie."
While Frank drifted easily into a content slumber I lay awake staring holes through the darkness. My mind raced from thought to thought. I thought about Frank's week long absence. I thought about our daughter. I even wandered about the future but there was one thought in particular lurking in the back of my mind. One thought buzzing frantically, pushing its way to the forefront and tugging obnoxiously at my brain.
I have feelings for Frank. Actual feelings and honestly, I don't feel like it's just because we are having a child together. It's real, butterfly-inducing, skin-tingling, heart-racing feelings. For Frank. I can feel it every time his fingers graze my skin, every time he smiles at me, every night he holds me against his chest.
Of course, I haven't uttered a word to Frank. I know he will never reciprocate these feelings, No, the only person I have entrusted with this information is Alicia. She practically begged me to tell Frank how I feel but I can't I don't want to ruin what we have. I can't ruin what we have, not with our daughter due only a few months away. It would kill me if I lost Frank. No, I just have to bury these feelings and move on.
I sighed heavily, snuggling back into Frank's chest, and doing the best I could to squash the butterflies in my stomach so I could actually get some sleep.
I was awoken the next morning when I felt icy fingertips stroke along my stomach and down my side.
"Mel? Mel, time to wake up."
"Mmm....no."
"Yes. I have to leave soon."
"I don't want you to go, Frankie."
I heard him sigh and I finally cracked my eyes open to look at him. He frowned back at me.
"I'm sorry, Frank. I promise I'm not trying to make you feel bad. It just sucks."
"I know, it's okay. Come eat breakfast with me."
"Okay."
I slipped out of the warm bed and trudged after Frank into the kitchen where there were two plates of pancakes waiting for us.
"It smells good. Did you make it?"
"Yep. Mikey isn't the only one around here that can cook." He winked as he took his seat.
I chuckled as I took the seat across from him. We ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk until we had finished our breakfast and cleaned our dishes. Afterward, we made our way back into our room where Frank gathered his bags and moved them into the living room. I followed along behind him in silence.
"How are you getting to the airport?"
"Mikey is taking me."
"Yeah." I mumbled.
Frank wrapped me in a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of my head and sighed heavily.
"I'll be back before you know it, Mel."
"Okay."
"I promise I will call everyday, okay?"
"Okay."
I felt him press a kiss to my forehead before kneeling before me and placing several kisses to my round stomach. I couldn't stop myself from smiling despite my bad mood. Thirty minutes later I found myself slumped onto the couch listening to Gerard drone on and on about some war in history. Honestly, I couldn't be fucked to even listen to him. After history came calculus and then finally a break for lunch. I now found myself seated on the counter beside the stove while Gerard made us french fries and chicken nuggets for lunch.
"Is everything okay, Mel, you seem kind of out of it today?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, just peachy."
Gerard shot me an unconvinced glance. "If you say so."
I poked him in the forehead and he scoffed at me.
"Hush you and make my food."
"Don't make me tickle you." He warned playfully.
"Whatever you say, Gee-tard."
"Gee-tard, huh? I'll show you Gee-tard."
He wormed his way between my legs, successfully trapping me against the counter before digging his fingers into my sides. I let out a squeal of surprise and burst into a fit of giggles, squirming to get away from his fingers.
"Gee! Gee, stop! G-Gee!" I shrieked between giggles.
Several minutes and constant pleas for him to stop later he finally released my sides. I struggled to regain my breath from the constant laughter while he only chuckled at me.
"Mel?"
"Hmm?"
"Friday, I-"
"Gee, don't worry about it, it was just a mistake. You were drunk."
"But I....I don't regret it."
"What? Gee, we-" I started but didn't get a chance to finish, considering I now had a pair of soft, warm lips pressed against my own.
I pushed at his shoulders, trying to separate our lips but as he ran his tongue across my bottom lip I couldn't stop myself as I melted into him and allowed him to invade my mouth. It wasn't until I felt his hands trail up my thighs and settle on my hips did my brain finally scream at me to stop. I shoved him away harshly, disconnecting our lips and earning a confused look from him.
"Gerard, we can't. It's not right."
"Mel, I-"
"Gerard!"
Both Gerard and I startled at the new voice and turned abruptly to find Mikey in the entryway looking considerably pissed.
"Mikey, I-I-" I stuttered.
"Gerard, can I speak with you alone?" Mikey growled.
"I, uh....y-yeah."
I watched fearfully as Gerard sulked away after Mikey. I stood in the kitchen frozen to my spot, mentally slapping myself for letting that happen. Fucking hormones.
A big thanks to bloodless_souls for her awesome ideas.
xo britt
The past week had passed by normally. Neither Gerard nor I had mentioned the New Year's Eve mishap and as far as I knew Frank had not confronted Gerard on the subject. Alicia has been around almost everyday this week to see both Mikey and myself. I was more than happy to see Mikey getting happier with each passing day and I was glad I finally had a girl around to talk to. What I wasn't looking forward to was tomorrow morning. Not only would I have to resume my schooling but Frank had to fly out to Los Angeles and he wouldn't return until late Friday night. I have admittedly become more and more dependent upon Frank and I hate when he has to leave for long periods of time.
I lay on the couch with my head resting on Frank's lap while his fingers danced lazily across my stomach. I thought about his early departure tomorrow morning and frowned, letting a heavy sigh fall from my lips. Or course, Frank noticed something was bothering me and he glanced down at me with a frown of his own etched across his face.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I mumbled.
"Come on, Mel, something is wrong. Please tell me."
"I'm fine, just a little tired."
He sighed. "Is it because I have to go to LA?"
"Do you have to go?"
"Mel, I-"
"I know, I know. 'It's part of the job' but it still sucks."
"I'm sorry, Mel. You know I would take you with me if I could but it would be like feeding you to sharks. The media is vicious and besides, you have school."
"I know but it's going to suck without you. It's going to be impossible to sleep without you." I mumbled but then quickly realized what I had said. "I-I mean without, you know, the tummy rubs." I stammered, blushing slightly.
"You know I hate this just as much as you do. I am going to be a fucking mess all week, constantly worrying about you and the baby."
"Yeah." I mumbled, frowning once again.
"You are making it so hard for me to leave." He groaned. "I wish I could send someone else but I can't, Mel, this is important. This is part of the job."
"I know, Frankie. I'm sorry I am being so difficult."
"Hey, no, you're not being difficult. I know this is hard for you, too."
"Yeah."
"Cheer up. Just think about it this way, when I get home on Friday we only have to wait one more week until the Fall Out Boy concert."
I grinned up at him. "I can't wait. Where exactly is the concert?"
"It's in New York at Madison Square Garden."
"Really? I have never been there but I heard it's amazing."
He nodded. "It is amazing. I booked us a hotel for Friday night because the concert won't be over until late and I'll be too tired to drive back home plus, I thought it would be fun to spend Saturday in New York."
"That does sound fun and I can't wait. Thanks Frankie." I mumbled through a yawn. Frank chuckled.
"Yeah, it will be fun but I think for now we should get to bed. Its late and I have to get up early."
"Yeah, okay."
I rolled off of Frank's lap and he clicked off the television before following me into our room. We both crawled into bed and he pulled me back against his chest. He wrapped an arm around my middle, sliding his hand up my shirt where his icy fingertips began stroking gently across the stretched skin and causing me to shiver. Frank sighed in content and nuzzled his face into my hair.
"G'Night, Mel."
" 'Night, Frankie."
While Frank drifted easily into a content slumber I lay awake staring holes through the darkness. My mind raced from thought to thought. I thought about Frank's week long absence. I thought about our daughter. I even wandered about the future but there was one thought in particular lurking in the back of my mind. One thought buzzing frantically, pushing its way to the forefront and tugging obnoxiously at my brain.
I have feelings for Frank. Actual feelings and honestly, I don't feel like it's just because we are having a child together. It's real, butterfly-inducing, skin-tingling, heart-racing feelings. For Frank. I can feel it every time his fingers graze my skin, every time he smiles at me, every night he holds me against his chest.
Of course, I haven't uttered a word to Frank. I know he will never reciprocate these feelings, No, the only person I have entrusted with this information is Alicia. She practically begged me to tell Frank how I feel but I can't I don't want to ruin what we have. I can't ruin what we have, not with our daughter due only a few months away. It would kill me if I lost Frank. No, I just have to bury these feelings and move on.
I sighed heavily, snuggling back into Frank's chest, and doing the best I could to squash the butterflies in my stomach so I could actually get some sleep.
I was awoken the next morning when I felt icy fingertips stroke along my stomach and down my side.
"Mel? Mel, time to wake up."
"Mmm....no."
"Yes. I have to leave soon."
"I don't want you to go, Frankie."
I heard him sigh and I finally cracked my eyes open to look at him. He frowned back at me.
"I'm sorry, Frank. I promise I'm not trying to make you feel bad. It just sucks."
"I know, it's okay. Come eat breakfast with me."
"Okay."
I slipped out of the warm bed and trudged after Frank into the kitchen where there were two plates of pancakes waiting for us.
"It smells good. Did you make it?"
"Yep. Mikey isn't the only one around here that can cook." He winked as he took his seat.
I chuckled as I took the seat across from him. We ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk until we had finished our breakfast and cleaned our dishes. Afterward, we made our way back into our room where Frank gathered his bags and moved them into the living room. I followed along behind him in silence.
"How are you getting to the airport?"
"Mikey is taking me."
"Yeah." I mumbled.
Frank wrapped me in a tight embrace, resting his chin on the top of my head and sighed heavily.
"I'll be back before you know it, Mel."
"Okay."
"I promise I will call everyday, okay?"
"Okay."
I felt him press a kiss to my forehead before kneeling before me and placing several kisses to my round stomach. I couldn't stop myself from smiling despite my bad mood. Thirty minutes later I found myself slumped onto the couch listening to Gerard drone on and on about some war in history. Honestly, I couldn't be fucked to even listen to him. After history came calculus and then finally a break for lunch. I now found myself seated on the counter beside the stove while Gerard made us french fries and chicken nuggets for lunch.
"Is everything okay, Mel, you seem kind of out of it today?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, just peachy."
Gerard shot me an unconvinced glance. "If you say so."
I poked him in the forehead and he scoffed at me.
"Hush you and make my food."
"Don't make me tickle you." He warned playfully.
"Whatever you say, Gee-tard."
"Gee-tard, huh? I'll show you Gee-tard."
He wormed his way between my legs, successfully trapping me against the counter before digging his fingers into my sides. I let out a squeal of surprise and burst into a fit of giggles, squirming to get away from his fingers.
"Gee! Gee, stop! G-Gee!" I shrieked between giggles.
Several minutes and constant pleas for him to stop later he finally released my sides. I struggled to regain my breath from the constant laughter while he only chuckled at me.
"Mel?"
"Hmm?"
"Friday, I-"
"Gee, don't worry about it, it was just a mistake. You were drunk."
"But I....I don't regret it."
"What? Gee, we-" I started but didn't get a chance to finish, considering I now had a pair of soft, warm lips pressed against my own.
I pushed at his shoulders, trying to separate our lips but as he ran his tongue across my bottom lip I couldn't stop myself as I melted into him and allowed him to invade my mouth. It wasn't until I felt his hands trail up my thighs and settle on my hips did my brain finally scream at me to stop. I shoved him away harshly, disconnecting our lips and earning a confused look from him.
"Gerard, we can't. It's not right."
"Mel, I-"
"Gerard!"
Both Gerard and I startled at the new voice and turned abruptly to find Mikey in the entryway looking considerably pissed.
"Mikey, I-I-" I stuttered.
"Gerard, can I speak with you alone?" Mikey growled.
"I, uh....y-yeah."
I watched fearfully as Gerard sulked away after Mikey. I stood in the kitchen frozen to my spot, mentally slapping myself for letting that happen. Fucking hormones.
A big thanks to bloodless_souls for her awesome ideas.
xo britt
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