Murder Was the Case They Gave Me (frerard)

Chapter 3

Mikey rubbed my back reassuringly when Lindsey walked in.

"I got all your favorite comfort foods," she said. "Starbucks, McDonald's fries, Doritos and mac n' cheese."

She set them down on the table and I shook my head.

"I can't eat, I'm too worried," I said.

"The police are looking for Frank, it's gonna be fine," Lindsey reassured. "It's like they said, Frank did have a bit to drink so he was probably just a little drunk and wandered off then ended up lost."

"But he's been out there missing for two days now," I cried.

"Gerard, what would Frank say if he were here?" Mikey asked.

"He'd tell me to take care of the baby," I mumbled.

"And to do that you need to eat," Lindsey said.

I sighed, picking up the mac n' cheese.

"What if he's hurt?" I worried.

"Gerard, eat," Mikey ordered.

I whimpered, taking a small bite of my mac n' cheese.

"But I just talked to him a few hours before, what could've happened in a few hours?" I asked.

"Exactly, it wasn't long, nothing probably happened at all," Mikey said.

I nodded, taking a few deep breaths.

"But what if--"

"Gee, stop," Lindsey interrupted.

I scowled, taking another bite. Luckily the doctor prescribed me with some medicine so the nausea wouldn't be so bad. He had talked all about the choices I had; abortion, adoption, or keep it. I, as of right now, decided to keep it. The thought of giving it up for adoption made me sad and the thought of abortion made me even more sad. I put my hand on my stomach, thinking about how there was a baby. Mine and Frank's baby.

"He doesn't even know he has a child on the way," I whispered.

"And he will as soon as you see him again," Mikey said. "Just eat, don't think about it. Right now you've just gotta provide for your baby."

I nodded, taking a bite.

"So you're three weeks along now?" Lindsey asked. "When can you find out the sex?"

"In about 15 to 17 weeks," I said.

"This is still so crazy," she mumbled. "No offense, by the way, i'm just trying to understand. All because of that Klinefelter thing? I thought that just gave you like a small dick."

"Ew, that's something I didn't really need to know about my brother," Mikey muttered.

"Well, it's true, I've seen it," Lindsey said.

"I-it's not that small," I defended weakly.

"Sweetheart, it's okay to have a small dick," she said. "At least you don't really have a lot of body hair so you don't have to shave."

I blushed, shaking my head. "Stop it, I don't wanna talk about it."

"About your small dick or the pregnancy?" She asked.

"My dick!" I exclaimed.

Lindsey laughed, grabbing one of the three Starbucks cups.

"Well, Gee, now you can experience the miracle of childbirth," Mikey said sarcastically.

I snorted. "Did you know that there are only about a dozen reports of male pregnancies?"

"Yeah?" Lindsey asked in interest.