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Melody's POV
I woke alone in the bed Frank and I once shared. It felt weird waking up without Frank next to me, holding me against his chest, keeping me and our baby safe and warm. Instead, I woke up cold, tired, and alone. Frank, true to his word, had slept on the couch last night. I had hoped he would cave at least on that part. I hoped he would miss the feeling of his daughter's kick enough to come back but unfortunately that was not the case.
I sighed to myself as I pulled the blankets back and slid out of the bed. As I made my way into the living room I caught a glimpse of Frank's sleeping form curled up on the couch. He looked so uncomfortable which only made me feel worse about the whole situation. He was sacrificing the warmth and comfort of his own bed so he didn't have to be near me.
I wandered into the kitchen to find Mikey sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a mug of steaming hot coffee. I fixed myself a glass of orange juice and took the seat across from him.
"Good morning, Mikey."
"Morning, Mel."
"Where's Alicia?"
"She had to go into work today."
"Oh."
"How was your appointment?"
"It was...okay, I guess."
"Uh-oh. What happened?" I shrugged.
"Nothing, really. Frank and I had a small disagreement but that's over now. Well, kind of." Mikey sighed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"What about?"
"Gerard, the baby, a little bit of everything."
"The baby? Why were you fighting about her?" I frowned.
"Frank said something that hurt me a lot while we were fighting and I didn't take it so well."
"He said he regretted her, didn't he?"
"Y-Yeah." Mikey sighed heavily as he slid his hand across the table and grasped my hand in his.
"Mel, you know he didn't mean it. Frank tends to say things he doesn't mean when he is upset."
"Yeah, I know. It just really hurt. He promised me he would never regret her no matter what happened."
"That's just how Frank is when he's angry. He lashes out on the ones that mean the most to him and he says things he knows will hurt them the most. I'm not saying it's right, that's just the way he is. Trust me when I say Frank has said some things to me that hurt."
"I know. I'm not really that upset about it anymore. I mean, I am but I'm not mad at him. My only worry is that one day he will slip up and say it in front of her. I never want her to feel like she's not wanted, like she's a mistake because she's not. At least, to me she's not. Even though she wasn't planned I feel like it was meant to be. I can't really explain it, Mikey, but I can feel it deep down in my heart." He smiled, squeezing my hand gently.
"I think you are right about that, Mel. I hate that it has been such a long, hard struggle for you but I believe it is the best thing that has ever happened to Frankie. He has changed so much in the past few months that he is like a completely different person. I have honestly never seen Frank act so much like a grown man. Don't get me wrong, I love Frank's carefree spirit and strong will but it's nice to see he can act like an adult, too."
"It's not so bad, Mikey. I will admit I have made more mistakes in the last six months than I have in my entire life but it's brought me some great things, too. I have the support of some really great people. I don't think I could do this without you or Frank or even Alicia. Sure, I lost a few people along the way but I can't say I miss them. I know that is a horrible thing to say about my parents but they never truly cared about me or Aly. At least I know you guys care about me."
"That we do, Melody. So, are you hungry?"
"No, not really. I've been feeling a little nauseous again."
"Hmm. Have you tried saltine crackers?"
"No."
Mikey slid away from the table and began rummaging through the cabinets, emerging moments later with a box of saltine crackers.
"Here. Just eat a few and see if that helps any." I nodded.
I managed to eat several of the crackers and determined that Mikey was right. The crackers did settle my stomach.
"Thanks, Mikey. I feel better now."
"I'm glad. Just eat a few of those when you feel nauseous and it should help." I nodded.
"You might want to wake Frank up. It's a little after nine now and you have school work to do. In fact, you have a lot of work to do. Your exams are next week which means you and Frank need to work on the study guides and you need to get to studying."
"Shit. That's next week?"
"Yep. Let me know if you need any help. I don't mind." I groaned.
"Thanks, Mikey."
"No problem."
I finished off my glass of orange juice and a couple of more crackers before returning to the living room to wake Frank. Although, as I entered the living room I found Frank folding his blankets and tidying the couch.
"Good morning, Frankie."
He glanced over his shoulder at me, shooting me a weak smile.
"Morning, Mel."
It's then that I noticed just how tired Frank looked. Dark circles dotted each of his eyes and his hair stuck up in random places all over his head. He looked as if he hadn't slept more than a couple of hours.
"Frankie, you don't look so good."
"I'm fine. Did you sleep well?" I frowned.
"No, not really." He sighed.
"I'm sorry, Mel. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to share a bed right now."
"Fine but if you won't sleep in the bed then neither am I." He chuckled.
"And just where do you suppose you will sleep?"
"On the other couch." A frown split his face.
"You will not."
"Yes, I will, Frank."
"No." He deadpanned. I growled in frustration.
"Then I will sleep on the goddamned floor. I am not sleeping in that fucking bed until you do, too."
"Melody, please don't be like that."
"Look Frank, you know I don't sleep well when you're not beside me and neither does she. She knows when you are not there and she knows when we are arguing. She keeps me awake at night when you are not beside me. Please, Frankie, just come back to the bed with me. You don't have to hold me. Hell, you don't even have to acknowledge me but please don't do this."
He sighed heavily, running his hands over his face and through his hair, seemingly contemplating my words. His eyes met mine and we stood locked in an unmoving gaze for several moments before he finally plopped down onto the couch and sighed.
"Fine."
"Thank you."
"Come on, let's get started. Your exams are next week and we have a lot to do today."
I took the empty space beside him just as the baby began kicking frantically.
"Frankie?"
"Hmm?"
"She's kicking. Do you want to feel?" He frowned, gnawing at his bottom lip before nodding.
I leaned back against the arm of the sofa, pulling my shirt up, giving him better access. His fingers gingerly grazed the stretched skin of my abdomen as he began tracing familiar soothing patterns across my tummy. I sighed in content, relaxing beneath the touch I had missed so much over the past few days. Frank pressed his hands firmly against my lower abdomen where our baby was delivering sharp, swift kicks to my insides.
"Wow. She's moving around so much now."
"I told you, Frank, she missed you. She knows when her daddy is gone."
"Do you really think so?" I nodded.
"I know so, Frankie. She hardly moves when you're not around. It's kind of weird actually. I don't really know how she knows other than the fact you're not constantly rubbing my tummy or talking to her but she does."
"I miss you guys so fucking much when I'm gone. It's just not the same anymore when I have to go away. I used to love it. I could go take care of business and then get drunk, high, whatever but now I don't even want to do those things. I don't even think about the drugs or the booze or the sex anymore."
"We miss you, too. It sucks when you go away."
"Next time you're going with me. I can't stand to be away from you guys for such long periods."
Frank continued to rub my stomach as he talked to our daughter. As I watched Frank I realized something. We hadn't even tried to think of names yet.
"Frank?"
"Hmm?"
"Why haven't we thought about names yet?" He frowned.
"I don't know but we need to. Maybe I should pick up one of those baby name books."
"Yeah, maybe. I haven't thought of any good names yet. I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Yeah, me either." His face twisted in thought and then he shrugged. "I'll get a book later. We need to get started on your school work." I groaned.
"I know, I know, it sucks but it has to be done, Mel."
"Yeah, I know." I grumbled.
So, for the next several hours Frank and I worked through the study guides for my exams, only stopping long enough to scarf down lunch. History and Science seemed fairly easy from what I could gather and Literature was the least of my worries. It was the Calculus that made my head hurt. The problems weren't really too bad but the formulas were hell. I seemed to be having trouble memorizing the formulas and knowing which one to use at what time. Even Frank appeared to be getting frustrated with the Calculus section.
"Calculus sucks." Frank muttered.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He glanced toward the clock and sighed.
"It's already a quarter to four. What do you say we call it a day?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving." I grinned. He chuckled.
"Of course you are. You're always hungry."
"What can I say? I am eating for two, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm too tired to cook. Do you want to go out?"
"Sure. That's fine with me."
"Okay. I'll go see if Mikey wants to come. Why don't you call Ray and Chris and see what they are doing tonight?"
"Okay."
Frank disappeared down the hallway toward Mikey's room as I retrieved my cell from Frank's room and dialed Chris' number. He picked up after the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Chris, do you want to meet us for dinner?"
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Uh...I don't know. Let me ask Frank."
Frank wandered back into the living room followed by Mikey and I questioned him about our destination.
"Frank says to meet us at the pizza place in town. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll meet you guys there."
"Great. Can you call Ray and see if he wants to join us?"
"Sure thing. I'll see you guys soon."
"Okay, bye Chris."
"Later Mel."
The line disconnected and I closed my cell.
"Give me a minute. I need to change."
"No problem."
I disappeared into Frank's room and slid on a pair of jeans, a tee, one of Frank's hoodies, and my shoes. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and joined Mikey and Frank in the living room once again.
"Okay, I'm ready."
"Alright, let's go." Frank ordered.
I followed both of them out to Frank's car and climbed into the back, buckling my seatbelt as always before Frank sped off toward the pizza place. It only took us about twenty minutes to get there and both Chris and Ray joined us soon after our arrival. We snagged a booth in back and ordered a few pizzas. It didn't take long for our food to arrive and as soon as it did we dug in.
"So, how have things been?" Ray questioned.
I frowned, shooting Frank a look of worry. He smiled warmly before answering Ray's question.
"Not bad. It feels good to be home again."
"That's good. Why didn't Gerard join us?" Ray inquired about Gerard's whereabouts and my stomach flip-flopped.
"Oh, he had something else to take care of tonight." Frank lied, not so much as batting an eyelash. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to deal with any other scrutiny right now.
"Yeah. I think he's in one of his creative moods again." Mikey offered and Chris chuckled.
"Yep. That sounds like him. It's about that time anyway."
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Gerard gets into these moods where he doesn't talk to anyone and he stays locked up in his house. He claims that's when he comes up with new ideas or new lyrics. I don't know but it does seem to work." Ray supplied, shrugging.
"Oh." I frowned. Frank grasped my hand beneath the table, squeezing reassuringly as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.
"It's okay, Mel. Don't think about it, okay?" I nodded.
I relaxed somewhat as we finished our meal, listening to the guys chatter about the possibility of a new album. Once we finished off the last of the pizza Mikey, Frank, and I parted ways with Chris and Ray, retreating back to the comfort of home. As soon as we got home Mikey left us to spend the night with Alicia which left only Frank and I. We agreed on watching a movie before going to bed.
By the time the movie finished I could barely hold my eyelids open and Frank suggested we retire for the night. I agreed, holding him to the agreement we had from this morning. He didn't fight me only followed me into the bedroom. I changed into a pair of shorts and one of Frank's old shirts as Frank stripped down to his boxers. We crawled beneath the sheets and I lay facing away from Frank. It came as a surprise when he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against his chest, tracing his icy fingertips along my abdomen but I didn't dare complain. I was thankful he had even agreed to sleep in the same bed as me, the snuggling was just an added bonus. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he buried his face into the back of my neck and planted a kiss to the sensitive flesh.
"Goodnight, Mel."
"Goodnight, Frankie."
I know it's not that great but it's still an update, right? I'm really sorry guys. :(
xo britt
I woke alone in the bed Frank and I once shared. It felt weird waking up without Frank next to me, holding me against his chest, keeping me and our baby safe and warm. Instead, I woke up cold, tired, and alone. Frank, true to his word, had slept on the couch last night. I had hoped he would cave at least on that part. I hoped he would miss the feeling of his daughter's kick enough to come back but unfortunately that was not the case.
I sighed to myself as I pulled the blankets back and slid out of the bed. As I made my way into the living room I caught a glimpse of Frank's sleeping form curled up on the couch. He looked so uncomfortable which only made me feel worse about the whole situation. He was sacrificing the warmth and comfort of his own bed so he didn't have to be near me.
I wandered into the kitchen to find Mikey sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on a mug of steaming hot coffee. I fixed myself a glass of orange juice and took the seat across from him.
"Good morning, Mikey."
"Morning, Mel."
"Where's Alicia?"
"She had to go into work today."
"Oh."
"How was your appointment?"
"It was...okay, I guess."
"Uh-oh. What happened?" I shrugged.
"Nothing, really. Frank and I had a small disagreement but that's over now. Well, kind of." Mikey sighed as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"What about?"
"Gerard, the baby, a little bit of everything."
"The baby? Why were you fighting about her?" I frowned.
"Frank said something that hurt me a lot while we were fighting and I didn't take it so well."
"He said he regretted her, didn't he?"
"Y-Yeah." Mikey sighed heavily as he slid his hand across the table and grasped my hand in his.
"Mel, you know he didn't mean it. Frank tends to say things he doesn't mean when he is upset."
"Yeah, I know. It just really hurt. He promised me he would never regret her no matter what happened."
"That's just how Frank is when he's angry. He lashes out on the ones that mean the most to him and he says things he knows will hurt them the most. I'm not saying it's right, that's just the way he is. Trust me when I say Frank has said some things to me that hurt."
"I know. I'm not really that upset about it anymore. I mean, I am but I'm not mad at him. My only worry is that one day he will slip up and say it in front of her. I never want her to feel like she's not wanted, like she's a mistake because she's not. At least, to me she's not. Even though she wasn't planned I feel like it was meant to be. I can't really explain it, Mikey, but I can feel it deep down in my heart." He smiled, squeezing my hand gently.
"I think you are right about that, Mel. I hate that it has been such a long, hard struggle for you but I believe it is the best thing that has ever happened to Frankie. He has changed so much in the past few months that he is like a completely different person. I have honestly never seen Frank act so much like a grown man. Don't get me wrong, I love Frank's carefree spirit and strong will but it's nice to see he can act like an adult, too."
"It's not so bad, Mikey. I will admit I have made more mistakes in the last six months than I have in my entire life but it's brought me some great things, too. I have the support of some really great people. I don't think I could do this without you or Frank or even Alicia. Sure, I lost a few people along the way but I can't say I miss them. I know that is a horrible thing to say about my parents but they never truly cared about me or Aly. At least I know you guys care about me."
"That we do, Melody. So, are you hungry?"
"No, not really. I've been feeling a little nauseous again."
"Hmm. Have you tried saltine crackers?"
"No."
Mikey slid away from the table and began rummaging through the cabinets, emerging moments later with a box of saltine crackers.
"Here. Just eat a few and see if that helps any." I nodded.
I managed to eat several of the crackers and determined that Mikey was right. The crackers did settle my stomach.
"Thanks, Mikey. I feel better now."
"I'm glad. Just eat a few of those when you feel nauseous and it should help." I nodded.
"You might want to wake Frank up. It's a little after nine now and you have school work to do. In fact, you have a lot of work to do. Your exams are next week which means you and Frank need to work on the study guides and you need to get to studying."
"Shit. That's next week?"
"Yep. Let me know if you need any help. I don't mind." I groaned.
"Thanks, Mikey."
"No problem."
I finished off my glass of orange juice and a couple of more crackers before returning to the living room to wake Frank. Although, as I entered the living room I found Frank folding his blankets and tidying the couch.
"Good morning, Frankie."
He glanced over his shoulder at me, shooting me a weak smile.
"Morning, Mel."
It's then that I noticed just how tired Frank looked. Dark circles dotted each of his eyes and his hair stuck up in random places all over his head. He looked as if he hadn't slept more than a couple of hours.
"Frankie, you don't look so good."
"I'm fine. Did you sleep well?" I frowned.
"No, not really." He sighed.
"I'm sorry, Mel. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to share a bed right now."
"Fine but if you won't sleep in the bed then neither am I." He chuckled.
"And just where do you suppose you will sleep?"
"On the other couch." A frown split his face.
"You will not."
"Yes, I will, Frank."
"No." He deadpanned. I growled in frustration.
"Then I will sleep on the goddamned floor. I am not sleeping in that fucking bed until you do, too."
"Melody, please don't be like that."
"Look Frank, you know I don't sleep well when you're not beside me and neither does she. She knows when you are not there and she knows when we are arguing. She keeps me awake at night when you are not beside me. Please, Frankie, just come back to the bed with me. You don't have to hold me. Hell, you don't even have to acknowledge me but please don't do this."
He sighed heavily, running his hands over his face and through his hair, seemingly contemplating my words. His eyes met mine and we stood locked in an unmoving gaze for several moments before he finally plopped down onto the couch and sighed.
"Fine."
"Thank you."
"Come on, let's get started. Your exams are next week and we have a lot to do today."
I took the empty space beside him just as the baby began kicking frantically.
"Frankie?"
"Hmm?"
"She's kicking. Do you want to feel?" He frowned, gnawing at his bottom lip before nodding.
I leaned back against the arm of the sofa, pulling my shirt up, giving him better access. His fingers gingerly grazed the stretched skin of my abdomen as he began tracing familiar soothing patterns across my tummy. I sighed in content, relaxing beneath the touch I had missed so much over the past few days. Frank pressed his hands firmly against my lower abdomen where our baby was delivering sharp, swift kicks to my insides.
"Wow. She's moving around so much now."
"I told you, Frank, she missed you. She knows when her daddy is gone."
"Do you really think so?" I nodded.
"I know so, Frankie. She hardly moves when you're not around. It's kind of weird actually. I don't really know how she knows other than the fact you're not constantly rubbing my tummy or talking to her but she does."
"I miss you guys so fucking much when I'm gone. It's just not the same anymore when I have to go away. I used to love it. I could go take care of business and then get drunk, high, whatever but now I don't even want to do those things. I don't even think about the drugs or the booze or the sex anymore."
"We miss you, too. It sucks when you go away."
"Next time you're going with me. I can't stand to be away from you guys for such long periods."
Frank continued to rub my stomach as he talked to our daughter. As I watched Frank I realized something. We hadn't even tried to think of names yet.
"Frank?"
"Hmm?"
"Why haven't we thought about names yet?" He frowned.
"I don't know but we need to. Maybe I should pick up one of those baby name books."
"Yeah, maybe. I haven't thought of any good names yet. I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Yeah, me either." His face twisted in thought and then he shrugged. "I'll get a book later. We need to get started on your school work." I groaned.
"I know, I know, it sucks but it has to be done, Mel."
"Yeah, I know." I grumbled.
So, for the next several hours Frank and I worked through the study guides for my exams, only stopping long enough to scarf down lunch. History and Science seemed fairly easy from what I could gather and Literature was the least of my worries. It was the Calculus that made my head hurt. The problems weren't really too bad but the formulas were hell. I seemed to be having trouble memorizing the formulas and knowing which one to use at what time. Even Frank appeared to be getting frustrated with the Calculus section.
"Calculus sucks." Frank muttered.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." He glanced toward the clock and sighed.
"It's already a quarter to four. What do you say we call it a day?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving." I grinned. He chuckled.
"Of course you are. You're always hungry."
"What can I say? I am eating for two, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm too tired to cook. Do you want to go out?"
"Sure. That's fine with me."
"Okay. I'll go see if Mikey wants to come. Why don't you call Ray and Chris and see what they are doing tonight?"
"Okay."
Frank disappeared down the hallway toward Mikey's room as I retrieved my cell from Frank's room and dialed Chris' number. He picked up after the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey Chris, do you want to meet us for dinner?"
"Sure. What did you have in mind?"
"Uh...I don't know. Let me ask Frank."
Frank wandered back into the living room followed by Mikey and I questioned him about our destination.
"Frank says to meet us at the pizza place in town. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll meet you guys there."
"Great. Can you call Ray and see if he wants to join us?"
"Sure thing. I'll see you guys soon."
"Okay, bye Chris."
"Later Mel."
The line disconnected and I closed my cell.
"Give me a minute. I need to change."
"No problem."
I disappeared into Frank's room and slid on a pair of jeans, a tee, one of Frank's hoodies, and my shoes. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and joined Mikey and Frank in the living room once again.
"Okay, I'm ready."
"Alright, let's go." Frank ordered.
I followed both of them out to Frank's car and climbed into the back, buckling my seatbelt as always before Frank sped off toward the pizza place. It only took us about twenty minutes to get there and both Chris and Ray joined us soon after our arrival. We snagged a booth in back and ordered a few pizzas. It didn't take long for our food to arrive and as soon as it did we dug in.
"So, how have things been?" Ray questioned.
I frowned, shooting Frank a look of worry. He smiled warmly before answering Ray's question.
"Not bad. It feels good to be home again."
"That's good. Why didn't Gerard join us?" Ray inquired about Gerard's whereabouts and my stomach flip-flopped.
"Oh, he had something else to take care of tonight." Frank lied, not so much as batting an eyelash. I breathed a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't have to deal with any other scrutiny right now.
"Yeah. I think he's in one of his creative moods again." Mikey offered and Chris chuckled.
"Yep. That sounds like him. It's about that time anyway."
"What do you mean?" I questioned.
"Gerard gets into these moods where he doesn't talk to anyone and he stays locked up in his house. He claims that's when he comes up with new ideas or new lyrics. I don't know but it does seem to work." Ray supplied, shrugging.
"Oh." I frowned. Frank grasped my hand beneath the table, squeezing reassuringly as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.
"It's okay, Mel. Don't think about it, okay?" I nodded.
I relaxed somewhat as we finished our meal, listening to the guys chatter about the possibility of a new album. Once we finished off the last of the pizza Mikey, Frank, and I parted ways with Chris and Ray, retreating back to the comfort of home. As soon as we got home Mikey left us to spend the night with Alicia which left only Frank and I. We agreed on watching a movie before going to bed.
By the time the movie finished I could barely hold my eyelids open and Frank suggested we retire for the night. I agreed, holding him to the agreement we had from this morning. He didn't fight me only followed me into the bedroom. I changed into a pair of shorts and one of Frank's old shirts as Frank stripped down to his boxers. We crawled beneath the sheets and I lay facing away from Frank. It came as a surprise when he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against his chest, tracing his icy fingertips along my abdomen but I didn't dare complain. I was thankful he had even agreed to sleep in the same bed as me, the snuggling was just an added bonus. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he buried his face into the back of my neck and planted a kiss to the sensitive flesh.
"Goodnight, Mel."
"Goodnight, Frankie."
I know it's not that great but it's still an update, right? I'm really sorry guys. :(
xo britt
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