Twins (Frank Iero x Reader)

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Y/N POV

Going from Misses Way to Misses Iero was so weird to me, but I loved it nonetheless. The wedding was honestly perfect, surrounded by family and friends, as well as our extended families from our previous marriages. Everyone was happy for us, especially knowing how unhappy we once were.

Gerard and Lindsey watch the kids while we were on our honeymoon, which made all of them ecstatic; mainly the kids, obviously. But they were all even happier once we came home. I think they may have missed us more than we missed them, which seemed impossible.

I was currently back at work when I started feeling extremely dizzy, to the point where I almost fell. My coworker got my boss, who called Frank to pick me up. Frank left the kids with Ray and took me back home, where he asked if I needed to go to the hospital.

"No, I think I'm just dehydrated, I just need some rest and a lot of water." I reassured him.

"Okay, if you say so," I bent down and kissed me, not caring if I was sick or not, "I'm gonna go pick the kids up. Get some rest, no getting up."

"But what if I have to pee?" I pouted.

"Okay, you can go pee. None of the kids wet the bed anymore so we don't need you starting up." He joked.

"Yeah, and my bladder is bigger so you'd have a huge mess to clean up." I laughed. He laughed along with me as he stood up to leave.

"I love you, Misses Iero." He spoke as he reached the doorway.

"I love you too, Mister Iero." I smiled.

I laid in bed the entire time he was gone, even napped a little, so when I woke up a few hours later and he hadn't been back, I was concerned.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and quickly dialed his number, but got nothing. So I called Ray, and he said Frank never showed up. I began panicking.

"Lindsey, I need you to pick me up now. I'm too sick to drive and Frank isn't picking up his phone." I cried. Soon after I hung up, she picked me up, and we drove the way that we usually go to get to Ray's house.

And my heart stopped.

"Pull over! Pull over now!" I screamed as I saw Frank's car crashed into a tree. I got out of the car and ran over to him, not caring one bit about my own health. "Frank. Frank, baby, wake up. C'mon baby, wake up"

He didn't look too banged up and he had a heartbeat, which calmed me down, but I knew he had to at least have a concussion.

"Call nine-one-one, now!" I yelled. "Frank, can you hear me? Please, babe. I can't lose you too. Please, baby."

His eyes slowly began to open and he groaned in pain. I began to sob harder, and I wasn't sure if it was out of relief or fear.

"Y/N?" He asked.

"It's me, baby. I'm here. Help is on the way." I wanted to get him out of the car so badly, but didn't know the extent of his injuries and didn't want to make things worse, so instead I stuck my arm in the shattered window and grabbed his hand. "They'll be here soon, baby."

"Some bastard ran me off the road." He told me, which pissed me off. "I know what you're thinking; no, you can not hunt them down."

"Get out of my head." I chuckled through the tears. "What hurts? Is there anything serious?" 

"Just my head, don't worry." He squeezed my hand harder. "You aren't going to lose me, I promise."

"I could've-" I began sobbing, "I can't lose you too."

"You aren't going to. I'll be okay," he replied, trying to calm me down, "the paramedics are here, it's okay!"

I backed away from the car and let the men get him out of the car and onto the gurney. He explained what happened as they checked him over. He had a few small cuts and most likely a concussion, but other than that, he was okay. 

"Ma'am, your arm is bleeding." The one paramedic pointed out. I must've sliced it on the broken glass.

"Oh shit, you're right." I replied, looking at the cut. 

"Let's get that wrapped up and then we'll get you two to the hospital, okay?" He pulled out some alcohol wipes, gauze, and medical tape and took care of it, then I hopped in the back of the ambulance with Frank.

"Are you okay?" Frank asked me.

"You're really asking if I'm okay?" I giggled.

"Always gotta make sure," he smiled, "Where's Lindsey?"

"She's going to Ray's to let him know what's going on. I told her to not let the kids find out yet." He seemed satisfied with my answer, only nodding in response. 

"We're almost there, guys." The man spoke up as we neared the hospital. "I'll have you get out first so we have room to get him out."

"Okay, thank you so much." I kissed Frank's hand once we stopped, then exited the back of the vehicle. I stayed beside him the entire time; from he was rolled in, to when he was transferred to the hospital bed. I never left his side, until they took him away for a CT Scan.

"Alright, let's take a look at this." The doctor said as I sat in the room, still putting pressure on my arm. He gently unwrapped it and inspected the sight. 

"I need stitches, don't I?" I asked him.

"Looks like it! I'll get the cart, keep putting pressure on that." I did as he said while he got the small cart containing the materials needed to close the wound. "Alright, numbing the area is going to hurt worse than stitching it so you'll feel a little bit of pressure." He explained as he prepared to start the process.

"Yeah, I know, unfortunately." I sighed. By the time he was done with the stitching, Frank had been brought back to the room.

"Well, according to the scans, he does have a mild concussion. It's nothing too serious, just take it easy for a week or two. Do you have children?" The doctor questioned.

"Yeah, five of them." He answered, which surprised the doctor.

"Wow, okay. Well make sure they don't bonk you on the head or anything, okay?" He told Frank before looking over at me, "And you, keep those stitches clean and don't let them rip open."

"Thank you again, doctor." I smiled at the man before he released us.

"How are we getting home?" Frank asked as we walked out of the hospital room.

"Gerard is here to get us. The kids are staying with Ray tonight and Lindsey tomorrow night." I replied as I helped Frank walk outside. "Speak of the devil, there he is!"

"Hey, guys." Gerard greeted us as he opened the car door for us. I slid in the back seat, then we helped Frank get in beside me. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but alive." Frank replied.

I wouldn't talk to anyone about it, but I couldn't help feeling this was all my fault. If I wouldn't have gone home today, he wouldn't have had to leave the house. Yes, thankfully, he's alive. But he got lucky. I can't imagine losing him, let alone losing him like how I lost Mikey.

"I know what you're thinking right now. Don't you dare blame yourself." He whispered to me.

"I can't help it." I sighed.

"How are you feeling, by the way?" He wondered aloud, considering I was almost unable to walk earlier.

"Better, I guess. Don't know if the rest helped or if it's because I had something more important to worry about." I smiled sadly as I looked down at my hands, which were still shaking.

"Well I'm okay, so we can go rest in bed together, okay?" He gently grabbed my chin, making my eyes meet his. "I love you."

"I love you too."