My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 19

Seeing Gerard's car in the driveway when Mike dropped me off, I didn't bother trying to find my keys in my pocket, Gerard was in. Knocking loudly, I stepped back, looking to the upstairs window, it was fairly dark and the lights weren't on, so I could only assume he wasn't upstairs. Still not answering the door, I knocked again, fishing my keys out of my pocket, it surprised me that he didn't answer the door, but I assumed he just couldn't hear.

When I unlocked the door, the smell of a sort of sweet spice filled my nostrils and I could hear the gentle hum of the oven in the kitchen. Gerard was nowhere to be seen. It was obvious he had been in the kitchen no more than five minutes earlier, as ther were two steaming mugs of coffee on the side, but he wasn't in the lounge or kitchen, and I had already established he wasn't upstairs, so I used my better judgement, guessing he would more than likely be in his studio in the garden.

Before we had even moved in, we had agreed that we would build Gerard an art studio in the garden, I knew full well how he liked nice view, the garden was pretty damn good for the middle of a town. We had also decided it was a good place and a good way to watch Kyle when he was in the garden, which was important especially when he was younger. Not to mention, Gerard seemed to adore watching Kyle play, I had noticed he had several drawings of Kyle playing in the garden in his sketchbook, god did it make me happy.

Hearing the faint sound of bowie from his studio as I neared, I concluded my suspicion, he was there and soon enough, I could hear him quietly singing along, what a beautiful sound it was too. Silently slipping through the door, which was slightly ajar, I saw himhunched over the desk drawing intently, I could only see his back, but he seemed pretty concentrated, he certainly hadn't noticed me. It was rather admirable how dedicated he was to his work, if I was ever as dedicated I would consider it a great achievment, I knew I was very proud to call him my husband.

Looking at what he was drawing over his shoulder, my heart skipped a beat, I was always amazed by his work, I always loved it and it was always something so much more special than any other art somehow, but that was something else. The last time I ever remembered feeling that feeling before, was when he was drawing the picture of Kyle and I back in New York, all the same emotions came to me, all the thoughts being relived. Something about what I saw was just so beautiful, I hated everything about me, everything about how I looked, but the way Gerard drew just made me see a different light, see what Gerard clearly loved and it was perfect.

Honestly I had no clue when he had taken the picture, but one thing I did know was how much I loved it, and how good he was at drawing it. He had managed to copy the photograph so exactly, that his in fact looked better then the photograph. There was no doubt he must have transferred it to his laptop from his phone and printed it, as he certainly didn't have a camera or any other way of taking the photo in the bedroom. My best guess was that he had taken it either early in the morning, as he was always up before me or before he had fallen asleep. In the drawing I was asleep in my left side, facing the camera, with Kyle tucked up into my front, as he held my arm around him.

Just staring at the drawing over his shoulder, I could feel myself smiling in awe, it really was beautiful, pictures with me and Kyle were the ones I would treasure forever. Stepping closer, so I was stood right up against the back of his chair, I rested my hands gently on Gerard's shoulder. Jumping a little, he was surprised to have me there, but soon relaxed, leaning backwards and tilting his head up to see me, he smiled.

"I love it." I whispered running my hands down his chest and pushing my lips to his. Grabbing my wrists, he pulled me around to sit on his lap, before he wrapped his arms around my waist and let me kiss him again.

"I'm glad." He smiled, "My two favourite people." He whispered leaning his forehead against my shoulder and gently kissing my wrist, which was just by his cheek.