Murder Was the Case They Gave Me (frerard)

Chapter 2

I still feel like this story is really fucking weird and it's not even the mpreg that makes it kinda weird

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I felt a little bit nauseous as I opened up my laptop. I smiled, seeing Frank calling me right on schedule. I clicked answer and saw his face pop up on the screen.

"Hi, daddy!" I cheered.

"Hey there, beautiful," he said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay, just a bit nauseous, though," I said.

"Did you eat something bad?" He asked.

I bit my lip. "Oh, maybe it was from some sketchy restaurant me and Mikey ate at."

Frank raised an eyebrow and I blushed.

"Sorry, daddy," I apologized. "But it didn't seem too bad."

"Don't do it again, I don't want you getting even more sick," he warned.

I giggled and nodded.

"How's tour?" I asked.

"It's been great so far," Frank said. "The guys and I are having a great time so far. There was this show we had two nights ago and it was amazing. The people there were so great and it was, like, the perfect venue."

I nodded sadly and he frowned.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I just miss you," I said quietly. "I wish I could have gone with you."

"I wish you could've come too but you have that art thing while I'm gone," Frank said.

"I know," I mumbled, looking down at my hands.

They're putting some of my art into a rather nice art show and I had to stay back for that instead of going with frank. And yeah I'm really happy about being in the art show but this was Frank's first tour. We had always planned on me going with him for his first tour but this art show was too great to pass up.

"Don't be upset, I'll be home soon," he promised.

I pouted quietly, looking at the ring on my finger. The gem sparkled in the light, making me smile. Frank may be gone but he still loves me.

"I know," I said. "And I'm gonna shower you in kisses when you come back."

"Good," he said. "What've you been doing?"

"Drawing, hanging out with Mikey and Lindsey," I listed.

Frank smiled, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his watch and frowned.

"I have to go, baby," he said.

I shook my head and he sighed.

"I love you, I'll call you later," he promised.

I nodded my head. "I love you too, Frankie."

He ended the Skype call and I sighed sadly. I didn't quite know what to do with myself as I laid back on the bed. A new wave of nausea washed over me all of the sudden. I jumped up, running to the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I was throwing up my lunch.

I wiped my mouth when I finished, flushing the nasty bile down. My head hurt as I sat against the bathtub. I groaned quietly, rubbing my forehead. Maybe I'm getting a fever. I grabbed the thermometer, putting it into my mouth. It beeped a moment later and I saw it was 98.8°. Well, it was about normal but I could be starting to get sick.

I got up, taking some medicine and crawling into bed. Eventually I fell asleep, dozing off with dreams of finally being able to see Frank again.

It wasn't until a few hours later that I was woken up. Mikey was in the doorway of my bedroom, calling my name.