Live-In Nanny Wanted! (Frerard)

Meeting Jamia

During the night, I was woken up three times by my restless girls. I was exhausted, needless to say, as I sat down with both of them propped up on my lap. As their eyes seemed to get heavier, I laid them down next to one another on the sofa and slowly got up as to not wake them. I quickly dialed Jamia’s number.

“Hey, Frank,” she answered.

“Hey, so I ended up finding a nanny,” I told her.

“That fast? You only put it up yesterday.”

“This guy seems like a really big influence,” I said.

“Guy? Does this guy happen to be hot?” She asked.

“Well, he’s certainly not ugly, if that’s what you mean,” I coughed, looking around my kitchen.

“You wanna have sex with this guy, don’t you?” She sighed. I laughed.

“Come on, Jamia, this guy really was the perfect pick. He graduated as Valedictorian and he’s seriously polite and caring. Yesterday, when I couldn’t find a way to calm the girls down, he came right over and rocked them to sleep. He’s obviously good with kids. Why don’t you meet him first?” I asked. She was silent for a while.

“Fine. Log onto Skype and call him over. I need to see who will be taking care of my babies,” she said. Even though it were almost a new day over in the UK, I knew she couldn’t wait any longer to see Gerard. Honestly, neither could I.

“Okay. I’ll log on when he gets here. Just be online,” I told her. She hummed in agreement and then hung up. Taking a deep breath, I dialed Gerard’s number. It rang a few times before he picked up.

“Hello?” He answered. I bit my lip at the way his voice sounded over the phone.

“Hey. It’s Frank. Mind stopping by for a bit to meet my ex-wife?” I asked.

“Sure. I don’t mind at all. What time?” He asked. His voice sounded so cheerful. I then noticed the sound of the Doors playing in the background.

“As soon as possible. And is that the sound of Morrison I hear?” I asked. I was impressed. Polite, intelligent, singer, and has a good taste in music? Where has this kid been all my life?

“You bet. His lyrics are amazing. I wish him and Kurt Cobain could’ve collaborated. Can you imagine that?” He asked.

“I’ve never thought of those two performing together, but I can see that working out beautifully,” I said. This kid knew his stuff.

“I’m on my way right now, okay?”

“Do you live far?” I asked, remembering how quickly got here yesterday.

“No. We live a few blocks away from each other. I would walk, but it’s a little too cold for me out right now,” he explained. I heard him start his car.

“Well, I better let you go. Being on the phone is dangerous while driving,” I said. He gave a little laugh.

“Are you sure the band you’re in is a rock band, Mr. Iero?” He laughed. I chuckled in response.

“I can still be punk rock and, like, about safety. Don’t crush my dreams,” I said. He laughed louder, causing me to smile big.

“I’ll see you when I get there. Are the girls asleep?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll be there in, like, two minutes,” he said.

“I’ll be waiting.” As soon as we hung up, I rushed over and, one after the other, put the girls in their cribs in my room. I ran down the stairs and cleaned up as much as I could after I realized the place looked like shit. When I was repositioning a pillow on the couch, I heard a very light knock on the door. I smiled at how considerate he was of Cherry and Lily as I walked over and opened the door.