Frerard - Free Now (Null Trilogy Part 2)

Part 9

I watched happily as Bob played with his children, hugging round Gerard's waist. Gerard pressed a kiss to my head, grinning.

I leant my head against Gerard's shoulder, sighing merrily. My husband was almost five months in, and his pregnancy was coming along nicely.

Ember seemed to make a loud gurgling noise that I couldn't hear, but I giggled regardless. "They're both so gorgeous!" I motioned.

Bob beamed proudly at me. "I'm so happy. Ember's real loud, but Jeremy's as quiet as a mouse," he signed back.

"I wouldn't know either way. Maybe being deaf does have benefits." I shrugged. Bob kissed my cheek. Was I blushing? Even if I was, I ignored it.

"You'll get your hearing back soon, I promise."

I sighed sadly and gazed into his eyes. "I really hope so."

Gerard kissed me gently. "You will," he signed quickly, stroking his bump. "I'm gonna go pee." he stood and waddled off upstairs, not locking the door as usual. Mikey shuffled over to hug me.

"It's gonna be okay," he promised,  kissing my temple.

"Thanks, Mikes," I motioned. He beamed.

"Come play with Em and Jer. They really love you."

I nodded and sat down on the floor, grinning at the tiny babies and playing with their fingers. Ember squirmed happily, her icy blue eyes wide and curious. I giggled, happy one of the babies had Bob's eyes. His eyes were absolutely gorgeous.

Bob frowned beside me as I gazed up at him. "Gerard's taking a while."

"Oh, he always takes ages," I assured him.

Bob was about to reply before his eyes widened and he and Mikey ran upstairs. Confused, I followed, knowing they'd heard something I obviously hadn't.

Mikey shoved into the bathroom and I began to panic. I screamed when I saw Gerard on the floor in a pool of blood, wide-eyed and shaking profusely.

Bob immediately picked Gerard up and took him out to the car as I followed, staggering and sobbing. Mikey had to stay behind with the kids, but I knew he was still screaming after we left.

Gerard cried against me as I sat with him in the back of the car. I stroked through his hair, wishing I could hear myself so I could whisper to him that it was alright.

Bob carried the weeping Gerard inside and to Doctor Bostwick's room. The doctor's eyes went huge, and he quickly took Gerard away for a scan as I wailed in Bob's arms.

When they returned, Gerard looked broken.

Doctor Bostwick wiped tears from his eyes and signed, "Gerard had miscarried."