Live-In Nanny Wanted! (Frerard)

Frank, The Blunt Father of Two

  After finishing breakfast, the guys and I sat in the living room with the Devil's Rejects playing while the girls were in the crib right in front of me where I could see them. They looked so amazing and adorable in their little onesies, and it just occurred to me that I should go out and buy them more. Then another thought popped into my head.

"Oh, shit!" I yelled, jumping to my feet.

"What? What? What?" Gerard asked frantically, quickly standing as well and grasping my shoulder. I turn over to look at him.

"Jamia!" I say, running upstairs. "Watch the girls for a minute, I gotta video her!" I grabbed my laptop and set on the desk inside my room and opened it, quickly logging on. While it was doing that, I went back downstairs to get the girls. "Gerard, get Lily and follow me," I demanded. Without even saying anything, he did what I asked and we went back up to my room.


"Frank, do you have any idea how worried I've been?!" Jamia yelled through the screen. I flinched, trying to shrink away from her gaze.

"I'm sorry," I sighed for the millionth time. I've been apologizing for the last ten minutes while she's been blowing up at me.

"Sorry doesn't turn back time and make you do a better job at contacting me with ourdaughters," she said.

"I was exhausted, Jamia. It's not like I did it on purpose. I literally couldn't keep my eyes open. Can you get off my back?" I argued. I look down at the girls in my lap and held them closer. "Besides if they start crying because you're yelling, you're gonna feel bad. Just stop. I'm sorry, okay?" I looked back up at her, giving her a pleading look. She sighed and nodded her head.

"I'm sorry, Frankie, I'm just so stressed out and I just want to hold my baby girls," she said, her voice cracking. I shook my head.

"No, it's all right. I'm sorry we can't do more. I'd be too worried taking the girls on a plane," I admitted.

"No, it's okay. When they get older, we can think about something like that." I nodded and leaned back, the girls leaning against my stomach, eyes drooping. "They're falling asleep," she stated. I looked down at them and smiled.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" I murmured, just loud enough for her to hear. She hums an agreement.

"Yeah, they're gorgeous. Imagine how amazing they'll be when they get older. I can just see them running around the house and messing with things. Calling me mom and you dad. I can't wait for that, Frank. I really can't," she says softly. I laughed.

"Oh, man, it's going to be so tough chasing after both of them," I groaned. "Will you be back in the US by that time?" I asked, looking up at her. She shrugged.

"It depends on where the company puts me. So far, right over here is where I'm needed the most." I wanted to correct her and say that over here with the girls is where she was needed, but I didn't want to upset her. She'd take it like I was calling her a bad mother. Which she isn't, it was really hard for her to leave in the first place, but the girls hardly know her voice and her face. Really, it was my fault because I needed to do a better job at video calling her.

"Okay, J, I'm gonna set them down for their nap. I'll send you pictures, okay?" I said as I sat straighter. She nodded, smiling sadly.

"Give them a bunch of kisses for me. I love you and them," she said softly. I smiled.

"We love you, too," I said. We stared at each other for a moment before she hung up the call. I stood, wiggling my body to get a better grip on the girls before slowly laying them down one by one. After being sure that they were going to stay asleep, I walked out, turning the light off and leaving the door a bit cracked open.

"How was Jamia?" Gerard asked as I came into the room and took a seat.

"She was good. A little frustrated and missing the girls, but good overall. We're thinking about flying me and the girls over there in a year or so," I said, smiling at how good it would be if their family was together again. I know she and I would never get back together, but just being all in the same room would be a wonderful thing, because we didn't hate each other or anything. We'd spent our entire lives together and us being together was what everyone, even us, expected so that's what we did. I thought how I felt about her was love, but it wasn't until I really looked at a man and found myself thinking lewd things about us together that I thought our marriage was wrong.

"That sounds like a lot of fun," Gerard said softly. I smiled at him and his cheeks went red causing my smile to grow. Mikey looked over at me and gestured to his brother. I raised my brow, confused by what he meant and then he made a kissy face and my eyes went so wide. He wanted me to kiss him. Well, maybe a kiss wouldn't be so bad.

"Hey, Gerard?" I asked, my heart beat speeding up. I never used to be so blunt about what I wanted or my thoughts or whatever, but when you get older, you really stop giving a shit and realize that life is too fucking short to go around with your hand over your mouth. His eyes shot back up to look into mine and pure curiosity went through them.

"Yeah?" He asked. I smiled.

"Come here. I'd go to you myself, but I'm really fucking tired," I laughed. "I want to kiss you." His eyes went wide and he immediately turned to Mikey, trying to maybe come up for an excuse.

"I- but- Mikey, I mean-uh," he stammered. I laughed.

"What about Mikey?" He remained speechless. "Mikey doesn't mind, do you, Mikey?" I asked, peering over at him. His face held a smirk and he wriggled his brows at his brother.

"Not at all. In fact, it was my idea." Gerard quickly hugged his brother and pressed a hard kiss to his cheek. "Yuck. Go kiss Frank, not me," he whined, trying to push him away, but still had a smile on his face nonetheless. Gerard quickly complied with his demand and rushed over to me and held my face. As I looked into his eyes, I couldn't help but think 'oh, fuck, this is fucking happening. Oh shit, shit, shit. He's so fucking pretty. Oh my God!'

He grabbed my face and honestly, all that shit you see in the movies is not true. In fact, that kiss was shy, awkward and more like we were a pair of thirteen year olds who liked each other and were dared to kiss by our nosey friends. We both laughed softly before trying again, our lips mashing together and moving against one another in a type of dance. This was about as close to Movie Kiss we were going to get and I was pretty relieved about that. Mikey cheered in the background, causing us to pull away as we laughed.

Maybe we could start dating now, rather than waiting. The girls already love him and maybe they wouldn't mind having two fathers, if our relationship does work out.

"What do you say we go out on a few dates and see how it works for us?" I suggested, rubbing my thumb across his cheeks, my eyes never leaving his. His eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. Mikey snorted in the back.

"Way to be slick about it, big bro. Remind me to never go to you for dating advice," he teased. Gerard threw him the finger over his shoulder, causing me to laugh again. I pulled him in for another kiss.

"We'll go out tomorrow night, if Mikey doesn't mind watching the girls?" I offered, looking over at Mikey.

"Leave it to me, man," he said confidently. My look hardened.

"You drop them, I drop you, and then Gerard might drop me, but I'll still do it," I said seriously. Gerard nodded.

"Well, I'd probably help you drop him and then drop you," he explained, looking off to the side in thought. I raised a brow.

"Okay, but if you do that, then you'd have to drop yourself for also helping to drop your brother, so it would be redundant." I was confused. Gerard shrugged.

"Well, either way, I trust him to be good with the girls. He helped me babysit sometimes so he definitely knows how to take care of kids. Plus the threat of being dropped is also motivating," he nodded along.

"Okay, then. It's a date!" I exclaimed, feeling awesome for saying a line I'd always wanted to in the correction situation. A date with Gerard is going to be amazing, I'm sure of it. I gotta remember to take a lot of pictures of us and make a photo album and wow, I'm getting a little gayer and gayer every day that I spend with Gerard. I shrug to myself. I'd be anything for that dude and that's probably where I'm gonna go wrong. Oh, well, enjoy life as it's happening, am I right?