𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 † 𝐟.𝐠

Twenty eight~

I dreamt about you near me every night this week
♡

!! smut

translations in comments.

Gerard and Frank were going on a date today, it wasn't planned and Frank had literally thought of it ten minutes prior but it waa going to be perfect. There was a feild near Frank's late grandmother's house that he'd play in when he was younger. It had lots and lots of flowers and a few fruit bushes. Gerard would love it.

"Daddy, can I please know where we're going?" Gerard asked holding a pink stuffed bunny thaat Frank bought him to keep him quiet.

"Just hold on, baby, we're almost there." Frank assured him putting a hand on his thigh.

Gerard pouted because he would rather know where he was going that know that they were close.

Frank's grandma's house was still up though abandoned it looked like someone was still there.

"Who's house is this, daddy?" Gerard asked. He got up on his knees in the seat and put his hands on the glass looking out.

"My nonna's" Frank said parking the car in the drive way.

He got out and opened the door for Gerard, holding a hand out for him. Gerard smiled and took Frank's hand.

"Why are we at your nonna's?" Gerard asked.

"Well we're just here for her feild." Frank said walking with Gerard right past his grandmother's house. He made sure to also grab the picnic basket he had packed.

Gerard furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. "Why can't I meet your nonna?" He asked.

Frank smiled at Gerard and picked him up, holding him at his hip. He noticed just by his voice that he was small.

"She's pasted, princess." Frank said as he continued to behind the brick house.

Gerard didn't say anything, he only lwt out a whimper of sadness just knowing that someone close to Frank was gone. He wrapped his arms around Frank's neck and put his head into his shoulder sadly.

"Aw, principessa, don't be upset she's been gone for years now." Frank cooed.

Gerard smiled at the word Frank had used. He loved how it aounded coming from his lips, a natural accent that you wouldn't usually hear shone through.

"You should talk like that more often." Gerard giggled.

"Ah, you think? I used to be fluent in Italian when I was younger but I don't know how I am currently." Frank said.

"It's really hot." Gerard said bluntly.

Frank laughed and sat Gerard down on the blanket he had brought. It was hand sewn by his mother years ago, white with lottle pink flowers. It always reminded him of Gerard.

"It's so pretty out here, daddy!" Gerard said standing back up as soom as Frank sat him down. "Look at the strawberries!"

"Yes, darling, but don't put them in your mouth until we can wash them." Frank warned.

Gerard nodded picking as many as he could fit into his hands, which wasn't too many. He put about six into his pocket and walked over to frank holding out his hands.

"Use your words, baby boy."

Gerard pointed at the basket. "Water."

Frank nodded accepting that Gerards limited speach was because he was little at the moment. He handed Gerard the water bottle and watched as he struggled to get the top off. He made a whinny grunt noise that Frank couldn't help but go "Aww" at.