Like Flower Petals (Gerard Way FanFiction)

Carnation

A WEEK LATER

I was sat in my bed with my laptop open and my full manuscript reflected on the screen. Next to that was another magazine with the crud headline blaring. I had already read - several times in fact - but the urge to read it once more was so powerful. It was about the probability if I am actually pregnant or no. Whether or not my pregnancy isn't a PR stunt for their upcoming album, which just so happens to be coming out tomorrow (with or without Gerard).

On the other hand, I have completely finished my novel. Well, besides for the tedious and inevitable editing which was basically the source of my internal debate. If I were to send off my book to some editor, there is a slight chance they would recognize my name which might result in a newspaper somehow reporting it. I've spent the past few weeks learning how to navigate my life without the interference of a random media employee reporting on it. I've been taking precautions to delete everything about myself - facebook, twitter, and instagram - to limit the information knows about me. This - this could ruin it all. But it is also my dream. 

The house phone rings obnoxiously loud somewhere downstairs. I push myself off the bed and waddle towards the phone. My belly protruded so much now that it was hard for me to  walk properly, so I was forced to walk as though I had a melon between my thighs. Which - I suppose - I technically did - in a way. 

I walked slowly down the stairs gripping the railing hard. Jinx was out of town with her boyfriend this weekend, somewhere upstate. They said they'd call and send pictures but they never did. I wasn't too bothered by it, but if that was her on the phone I was going to give her hell. What are friends for?

I grabbed the phone off the hook and smiled into the receiver. 

"Y'ello?" I ask, rubbing my belly.

"Hi erm- is this Kendra by chance?" 

"Mikey!" I said excited to hear from him. Suddenly the thought of Gerard being hurt crept into my mind and my heart lept. Why else would he call me? "Is Gerard okay? Please tell me you find him I-"

"This is Gerard." His voice sounded startlingly like Mikey's. 

"Why didn't you call anyone!? Are you okay? Where are you?" 

"I'm fine Kendra. I'm fine. Hows the baby?"

"No! You don't get to do that!"

"Kend-"

"I haven't heard from you in months! I'm 8 months pregnant! With your baby! I HAVEN'T EVEN HEARD YOU SOBER UNTIL THIS MOMENT!" A frightening thought crept into my brain. "Are you sober?"

"Right now, yes. "

"I can't believe you! You were gone for months! I- I-. Are you okay?" I asked trying to calm myself down by rubbing my temples.

"I'm not sure but I would sure as hell like to see you."

"Where are you?"

"Only a few minutes away at the ba-." He cut himself off. And paused for a few moments as if I were suppose to fill in the blank because he was too ashamed.

"I thought you were sob-."

"I am. I am. I came thinking I was going to get a drink but I miss you. And I want to see you. Please."

"Okay."