Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Eleven

Ya girl learned how to play Eleanor Rigby on guitar today and I'm super proud 

This chapter actually has a sad bit, so be prepared with tissues (or weapons, whatever floats your boat)

I woke up the next morning with dog fur in my nose and Frank stroking my hair out of my face.

I blinked tiredly, closing my eyes and dropping my head to avoid the sunlight. The dog fur moved, and I realized it was attached to the dog.

"Good morning, beautiful," Frank said softly. He tilted my head up.

I groaned. "Fuck off."

"Well you're delightful in the morning. I envy whoever had you first period."

I leaned forward and puckered my lips for a kiss. He kissed me gently, then laid his head next to mind.

"Time?" I asked.

"Nine."

I groaned softly, burying my face in his neck. He smelled overwhelmingly like Frank. Which I guess made sense, because he was Frank.

"You're so cute when you sleep," he said quietly.

"Mmm."

"And you snore."

"Mmmmmhm."

"Are you asleep again?"

"Mm-mm." I fluttered my eyelashes against his neck so he knew I was awake.

His hand rubbed my back. "I made breakfast."

"Mmm."

"Is that all you're gonna say?"

"Mhmm."

"There's coffee..."

I raised my head to look at him.

"Ah, there he is. You like coffee, huh?"

I nodded, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.

"Come on." He stood up, offering me a hand. I took it and let him pull me up, nearly falling back in the bed.

I followed him to the living room. He sat me down at his kitchen table. I laid my head on the wood and closed my eyes, listening to his footsteps through it. They were much louder this way.

He put a plate and a mug in front of me. "Eggs and coffee. Can you eat eggs?"

I nodded. "'M not hungry."

"I am not falling for your shit, Gerard." He stabbed the eggs with a fork and held it to my lips. "Eat."

I slowly parted my lips and let him feed me. But I refused to do it on my own. He had to feed me my entire plate.

"You are a lazy son of a bitch," he murmured. "So fuckin' spoiled."

I smiled. "I'm a brat just for you."

"Delightful." He leaned forward and kissed me, then pressed the last of the eggs to my lips. "Open up, dove."

My heart fluttered softly. I opened my mouth to accept the last of the food.

"Good boy. You ate it all." Frank pushed my coffee towards me. "Drink up. I have to get you home at some point."

I shrugged. "I like it more here."

"Why? Because of Sweet Pea or because I just fed you your meal?"

"Because you're here."

He smiled softly. "You're cute."