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I tossed and turned in Frank’s slumbering arms all damn night long, from three in the morning till eight when his heavy eyelids fluttered open.

“Morning gorgeous.” He grinned, kissing my cheek and stretching.

“Morning. Come on, I haven’t been able to sleep all night, let’s get this over with.” I said, pleading Frank with my eyes.

“Okay, I’ll go to the store and get a test, you stay here, you look exhausted, have some coffee or something, yeah?” He said, climbing over me to get out of our bed and kissing me gently on the lips.

“Yeah.” I said, though I really didn’t feel like coffee at all right now. I watched as he pulled his skinny fitting all black clothes over his toned olive-skinned body and jogged out of the door.

Dragging my heavy limbs out of my dark bed, I headed into the kitchen upstairs and grabbed a mars bar out of habit. These things are grotty so why the hell do I like them all of a sudden?

“Morning Gee…whoah! You’re up damn early!” Mikey exclaimed, doing a double take as he walked to the coffee machine.

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” I mumbled, mouth full of chocolate and caramel.

“Where’s Frank?” He asked, pouring himself a bowl of F-Berry.

“Gone.” I said, taking a tin of Dr Pepper from the fridge and cracking it open.

“What? Where? Why?” Mikey asked, brow furrowing as he poured a bit too much milk in his bowl.

“Just to the store.” I said and he nodded, walking to the table as Frank ran through the door, waving pregnancy tests in the air.

“I got some! I didn’t know which one to get so I got loads!” He gabbled, stopping dead in his tracks with wide eyes as he saw Mikey. My baby brother dropped his spoon, mouth agape.

“Why have you got…those?” He asked in a whisper. Sucking in a breath of the tense atmosphere, I went and placed my hands gently on my brother’s shoulders, looking him directly in the eye.

“We think that I might be pregnant.” I told him, the words feeling alien and strange rolling off a guys tongue.

“Shit.” He gasped, eyes full of something I couldn’t comprehend and his jaw slack in shock.

“Mikey, are you okay?” I asked and he nodded, pulling me down into his lap with a huge hug.

“I’d be so happy if you are Gee!” He squealed and I chuckled at his childish excitement.

“Oh? Why would that be now?” I questioned, ruffling his sandy blonde hair.

“Because I’d be an uncle! I’d be an uncle! And could you imagine how cute your kid will be? How hot it’s going to grow up to look with you two being the parents? Oh my God!” He yelled, Frank failing to supress giggles behind him.

“I think we better go and find out then.” I said, taking Mikey’s hand in one and Frank’s in the other, smiling on the outside though on the inside I was crying, screaming with terror. How the hell would I raise a kid? I can hardly look after myself let alone anyone else. Everyone would think I was weird too, even Mom would hate me, the kid especially. If it wouldn’t be bad enough having gay parents, they will have one parent that’s a guy and the other that’s neither! How much crap will that put them through at school? Then there’s the band that we’re starting. Oh God…

“M’kay, all you have to do is pee on the sticks.” Mikey said, handing me the tests.

“I know how to do a freaking pregnancy test.” I snapped. Damn, mood swings. Fuck, I must be.
“Um, which one does he…uhh…?” Frank blushed and I giggled.

“Frankie, I can pee out of whichever one takes my fancy.” I snickered and Mikey scrunched his face up.

“That was some information that I didn’t need to know.” He whined, I raised my eyebrow.

“You used to find it ever so entertaining when you were six though. Could never pee in peace.” With that, I left the room with the tests and went into the bathroom. Right, shouldn’t be too hard now, should it?

“Bloody hell, Frank, you didn’t need to buy eight.” I muttered to myself, then decided to pee on them all. I put them in the little round tray things and carried them out into my room on an old beano magazine. Frank and Mikey were sitting next to each other on the bed, expressions mixed with worry, fear and hope as they clasped one of their hands together, knuckles turning white.
“Here goes nothing, two minutes.” I said, glancing a look at the clock to make sure. I placed the tests in the middle of the bed as we sat in a circle; Mikey holding on of my hands and on of Frank’s and Frank holding one of my hands and one of Mikey’s.

“This is going to be the most tense two minutes of my life.” Frank murmured.

“Oh, the most tense two minutes of my life was a different kind of test.” I chuckled darkly.

“Huh?” Mikey asked and I nodded as realisation swept his face.

“Yeah, that was pretty intense.” He recalled.

“You weren’t the one having the test. You were sitting there looking all innocent and cute.” I said.

“Oh, come on! You guys can’t have a secret conversation with me in the room! What test?!” He complained, sticking his lower lip out and pouting like a child denied a lollipop. Oh, in a few years I may get to see that face on a real child. Great. Poor kid.

“It was when we were at the doctors waiting for Gee’s test results to come back to see what was ‘wrong’ with him. It didn’t help the fact that I was sitting on Mom’s lap and Dad refused to even look at Gerard and made him sit the other side of the room. Then when they told us h just exploded, calling him a freak and everything, it was horrid.” Mikey remembered and I bit my lip, harsh memories playing in my head mixing with the horror of the fact that the tests were slowly turning pink as I tried not to cry.

“G-Gee…look.” Frank said after a moment, pointing to the tests in front of us, all glowing up a cruel pink positive.

“I’m pregnant!” I gasped, shaking as tears began to stroke down my face, hot and salty and unwanted.

“Gee, it’s okay, really. We’re going to have a baby.” Frank smiled softly at me as my breathing became more difficult.

“No, no way. Not going to happen!” I screeched, shaking and crying with panic, confusion and fear. They said I couldn’t have kids!

“Gee, please baby, breathe.” Frank begged, kneeling in front of me and holding my shoulders, the only word standing out in that sentence kept screeching out at me ‘baby’.

“Frank! We can hardly look after ourselves let alone a kid!” I yelled, jumping back off the bed and leaving the two younger boys stunned.

“Come on, bro, you know that’s not true.” Mikey reasoned and I scoffed.

“Really? A few years ago I was a drug crazed alcoholic, a few years ago Frank was living on the streets as a transvestite dancer in a gay bar! A few weeks ago I was nearly raped, I was beaten up and days after that I was shot! A few weeks ago we found out that Frank’s a freaking transvestite pole dancer! We’re not parent material!” I screamed, Mikey’s expression that of shock though Frank’s was more hurt.

“Gerard, please, calm down.” Frank begged, taking careful steps towards me as he held his arms out. I collapsed into them, melting into his touch and sobbing for all we were worth.

“F-Frank, this kids life is going to be hell! What about at school when everybody else has a mom and a dad. He or she will have a Dad and one parent who’s both but classes himself as a guy, therefore making him gay! Do you know how much shit they’ll get?!” I sobbed, not noticing we were on the floor till Frank started rocking us back and forth, his legs wrapped around my waist and arms around my neck.

“Shush, it’s going to be okay, I promise.” Frank cooed.

“How?” I sniffled.

“We’ll get you a doctors appointment in a few days, and if you still really don’t want the baby, we’ll get an abortion.” He whispered, his voice full of pain and hurt though he was trying to disguise it. I knew Frank wanted kids, and really, I did too. I'm just not sure if I'm ready yet.

“Call Bob and Ray, we’re having band practice.” I said, looking at Mikey and squeezing Frank’s hand. “Now.”







There we go, that was longer wasn't it? Please be the epic people you are and rate and review. Are they still going to go ahead with the band? Will they keep the baby? So many questions! What do you think? I'm interested in your opinions ;P
Jackie
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