Oh, How Things Change (frerard mpreg)

Chapter 15

Okay just so you know I picked the number 5 because I got the most on 5. I also asked my friends because you guys tied them all up.  The numbers not people. I won't judge if you did.
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*****Gee's POV*****

Cars are boring. Well not cars but the rides.

Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh

"Are we almost there?" I asked Frank with an annoyed sigh.

"Almost. We've got like 2 minutes. Chill."

"You chill." I snapped bitterly.

"Dayum Gee." Well now I feel bad.

"I'm sorry." I said looking down. God I'm so emotional.  I hate this.

"Patrick, Patrick, Patrick, Patrick." I said as I knocked on the door. Then backed away.

"Pete, Pete, Pete, Pete." Frank said as he now knocked.

Patrick opened the door "What, what, what, what?" he asked smiling.

"Can we come in and talk?" Frank asked.

"Of course. Why? Is something wrong?" he asked his face full of concern.

"We can talk when were inside. Okay?" Frank stated.

Patrick let us in and we sat on the couch while he went and got Pete. Patrick was showing. It was kind of adorable. Even thought it wasn't a whole lot.

Pete and Patrick came and sat across from us on a chair. Pete sitting in the chair and Patrick sitting on Pete. Pete rubbed Patrick's belly and Frank and I just stared at them in awe.

"So," Patrick said. "what's wrong?"

"Well, " I said and stopped. Suddenly feeling nauseous. "Shit! " I exclaimed as I ran to their bathroom.

I heard a gasp and 3 sets of feet run after me. "Gerard are you-?" Pete started to say I assume he was going to end with Okay but Patrick interrupted.

"PREGNANT?!" Patrick practically yelled. Damn that boy is loud. Well I guess Pete would know that.

"Yes." I mumbled before throwing up again.

"Holy smokes!" Patrick squealed.

"Calm down Patrick." Frank said laughing.

We talked for about 2 hours. Patrick gave us more information because he get bored and looks up stuff. It doesn't take 9 months like for women. It only takes 5. He gave me an explanation as to why but I zoned out. I'm tired again.

"Frankieeeeeeeeee." I whined.

"Whatieeeeeeeeee?" I whined back.

"I'm tierrrrrrred." I whined again putting my head on his shoulder.

"Okay," he said standing up and smiling. "Well bye Pete. Bye Patrick."