MCR Imagines And Oneshots

◇;I want ice cream | G.W.

(A/n)

Requested by BitchyUnicorn46

Um, I have a bit difficulty with writing about pregnancy and kids, so, I hope this is fine.

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Gerard smiles at me from his place behind the desk, where he has been working for a few hours now. He had insisted at some point that I'd go to sleep already, but I didn't listen to him and preferred to stay here on the couch of the office, mostly laying there with a hand over my already protruding belly, sometimes checking my phone or keeping a vague talk with him. As much as our bedroom is just down the hall, I don't want to be alone neither do I want him to be, not mattering his arguing.

We've been together for two years so far and it has been around a month since we found out that I'm pregnant, with me being four months pregnant now. It feels like the changes just really started getting intense after I found out about it. All the cravings, mood swings, sickness or whatever. It's worth it, tho, nothing I would complain about for real. Thinking about the future make things better, bringing this extremely happy feeling.

The sound of Gerard yawning brings me back to reality and I turn to look at him with, watching him starting to organize things to go to sleep. I don't think I've ever noticed that, but his sketchbook's cover has a nice ice cream tone. Ice cream. Damn.

"Y'know," I start in an innocent tone, absentmindedly drawing patterns over my belly as looking at it. "We could go get ice cream." A grin parts my lips as I look at him pleadingly, just the thought of it making my mouth water already and I feel like I could eat a tube all by myself and all at once.

Gerard narrows his eyes, humming tiredly. He glances at the clock on the wall. "It's too late, love."

"Aw, c'mon," I plead with a pout as pushing myself to sit up, sighing. "Or else I won't go to bed. Let's go get ice cream, please. I need it. Your kid needs it," I whine, trying to convince him.

A groan comes from Gerard; he barely seems to be able to keep his eyes open as standing up with a sigh and approaching me, holding a hand out. I shake my head, not giving up.

"Baby, can we please go to bed?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed lightly. His hair is messy due to the weird habit he has of running a hand though his hair now and then while drawing or working at all, what also results ink stains near his forehead or the side of his face. Nothing that makes him less attractive. If that's possible.

"But ice cream," I tell him in a desperate tone and matching expression, not moving.

"It's midnight, we can't get ice cream right now," Gerard replies with a yawn, groaning as reaching for my hand, but I don't let him take it in his. He sighs frustrated, moving to sit down next to me, and wraps an arm around my waist, his head placed on my shoulder. "Control your kid," he says as placing a kiss to my shoulder, poking my side lightly.

I chuckle, "it's your kid too. And I still I want ice cream."

"I'm not getting you ice cream," he says with a small pout and a grunt. Gerard seems victorious when I don't answer at first, just for his expression to drop again at the try me look I shoot him.

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"I hate you so much," Gerard says with a grunt, audibly holding back a smile. He stands a few feet behind me while I've got the store's refrigerator open, trying to choose on an ice cream flavor. Glancing back, I see him with crossed arms and quickly trying to hide the smile. I hum, pretending to agree. It wasn't too hard getting Gerard to come here. Sometimes it feels like he'd cross the universe if I asked him to.

"I don't know which flavor to choose," I tell him before showing the two flavors I can't decide between.

"Take both, then," Gerard says simply and I grin as taking it then shoving the two tubes into his arms. He has this loving smile on his lips, despite all the tiredness. I'm a bit guilty, but I can't help anything.

"Come on, love." I start to drag him down the aisle, observing our surroundings in the meantime. Something catches my attention and Gerard clearly notices the change, chuckling quietly as letting out a fuck. "Hmm, y'know," I look at Gerard thoughtfully, observing him for a long moment, "you want cake."

"I want sleep," Gerard replies with a laugh, rolling his eyes.

"I think you want cake," I say mostly to myself, bringing a hand up to scratch my chin. "You look like you want cake."

"No," he says, laughing again. He's silent for a moment. "You want cake, right?"

"No." I answer simply, pouting in frustration.

Gerard's eyes narrow at me. He adjusts the ice cream he has in arms, observing me in silent for a moment before finally speaking up. "Okay, let's take it because I want it."

"Exactly," I grin with an excited chuckle as moving to grab it. "Coincidently and thankfully, you want one of my favorite flavor. You don't need to say anything, love, I know you too well." Smiling, I walk back to him, ignoring the suspicious hum coming from him, and start pulling him towards the cashier.

The sooner we get home, the better.

"Impatient, are we?" Gerard asks once we're back inside the car. I sit with one of the ice cream tubes on my lap, already eating it. "Where did you get that spoon from? You brought it?"

"Of course! What kind of person do you think I am?" I ask before shoving another spoonful in my mouth, shooting him a look. He raises his eyebrows, impressed, slowly nodding. Gerard continues observing me for a moment then he leans in, surprising me with a kiss placed to my lips. It makes me blush.

"Cold kiss. And sweet." Gerard hums and continues after a long pause. "Very good." He cracks a smile, leaning in to press another kiss to my lips. The kiss ends up being too long, making me hum in complaint as pulling him away. I like his kisses, but, now, I want the ice cream. He laughs at it.

"Anything else that you want?" He asks with a smile, starting the car. "Or that I want, by chance?"

"Nah," I shake my head, shooting him a funny look. "But it seems like you'll want something in the morning, I can sense that." My words make him scoff and I chuckle at him, continuing to eat my ice cream as the car starts to move.

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