Twins (Frank Iero x Reader)

Late Night Conversations

Y/N POV

I sat on my couch as I waited for him to arrive. So many thoughts flooded my mind. Why was he doing this for me? Why did he want to talk in person? How was this going to go? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car door shutting. I walked over to my front door and opened it for him as he was walking up towards the house.

"Hey." He greeted me as he entered. Before I could say anything, He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. I tried so hard not to cry, harder than I ever have, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. I was tired of holding it in. My bottom lip quivered as silent tears fell, soaking his hoodie. "It's okay to be upset, you know? Don't hold it in. I know exactly how you feel."

He was right. I began to let it out, clinging to him as I sobbed. He rubbed circles into my back as he held me. I felt him scoop me up and walk back over to the couch. I didn't care at this point. He sat down and held me in his lap while I continued to cry.

"Every year on Miles' birthday, I feel conflicted. I'm happy because I have so much love for the boy, but sad at the same time. Jamia, my wife, she died during childbirth and," He stopped, trying not to breakdown as well. He breathed out slowly before continuing, "and he didn't even get to meet her. She never got to hold him or anything."

As I felt a tear hit the top of my head, I began rubbing soothing circles into his tattoo-covered arm. My sobs slowly decreased, becoming just a silent flow of tears.

"We were driving home from my sister's house one night. It was dark and this other dumbass was driving, drunk, without his lights on." I quietly said into his chest, "He hit the driver's side door at 100mph. We didn't have time to swerve or anything. When we noticed him, it was too late."

"The kids, luckily, weren't hurt that bad. The car flipped so they were bruised up, but no concussions or broken bones. It took a really big toll on Jasper's mental health though. He wouldn't even touch his toy cars for at least six months."

"I had a concussion ad a broken rib, but my husband, it," my lip began to quiver again as the tears came down harder, "it killed him almost instantly. Almost. The car door was smashed in enough to where it basically cut through to his spine from the side. He had enough time to whisper "get kids" before he was gone."

"So I did. Through all the pain, physical and emotional, I managed to cut myself out of my seatbelt with his pocket knife, then crawled through the back and did the same for them. The only reason we got out was because the back hatch wasn't completely smashed in." I wiped my face with my hands. I knew I had to look like a wreck right now.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered into my hair.

"Don't be. The other guy died too. I know that sounds awful for me to say in a happier tone, but he took him away from us. He deserves worse than the quick death he had." He chuckled a little at my words. Thank god he wasn't creeped out. "Kat thinks him and your wife are best friends in heaven." I felt him smile a little into my hair at that.

"The girls do too. Who knows, maybe they are."