Post Abortion Syndrome |Frerard| Mpreg

Post Abortion Syndrome

Post Abortion Syndrome

Frank was observed himself in the mirror for like two hours.

The guys in the band were worried about him. Three weeks pass going back and forth as if his head stays in elsewhere; most of the time they have to shout to make he come out of the bathroom and allow them to relieve themselves. Often they found him staring at nothing or with a smile, or no specific gesture. In those 3 weeks, or he would eat too much or he eat too little; sometimes Mikey would watch him running to the bathroom as if he went to throw up, but not expelling anything. Gerard is also included in these pairs of worried eyes, but no one could talk to Frank because he answered them with illogical things.

There he is again standing in front of that grin in the crystal that is looking at him. Why he can't feel his stomach bulge? With his hands tenderly touch the surface of his flat stomach, and looking very closely for any signs of roundness or life growing inside of him.

His fingers applied a little force looking for something hard in his belly, but nothing.

Frank raises his eyebrows but he doesn't stop; he is two months already, why he can't feel kicks? "Of course, you idiot, it is too small yet for you to feel it."

Smiling tenderly while he still touching his belly, where a small worm grows and forms.

He is imagining that it will be a boy, but a girl not amiss, and he running his own hands hugging his arms, with an immense happiness that makes him want to spend those seven months in 7 blinks.

But no, he wants to enjoy those missing seven months pass like an eternity! He wants to feel with plenty of time his baby growing up, with his little feet kicking to let him know that he is in there. Hopes that the dizziness and sickness lasting a little longer, because despite the disgusting and terrible it feels to have their food and gastric juices in a mess up by the throat, he loves it. He also wishes to fast forward to the day when his baby is large enough to know his or her gender. Although he would also like it to be a surprise!

He would love to have a girl to dress her with floral dresses every day, to do her hair in braids like Rapunzel, or paint her hair with red sprays in her birthday, so she would be Ariel! She would also like to invite him to drink tea with chocolate cakes flavored mud, or in spring want to dress her with a white dress like a little flower. Lily, Lily like Lilies. Frank likes lilies.

He also dreams about a boy! Disguise him with Fireman suit and in Christmas like a gift. He could be an elf and Gerard, Santa Claus! He would name his baby Gerard! His little Gerard... His smile was erased when he remembered Gerard. How will he say it to him? He can not come and say, "Hey Gee, guess what, remember my birthday when you forgot the condom? Well look, for like 7 months I can't get pregnant because I already am! Did I mention that we are going to be parents?"

No!

He can't tell him like that, because Gerard would faint! Or die! Or would most likely do the first one and then both! So he would have to find another way to tell him.

He puts his pajama pants above his belly, being careful to don't hurts his little baby, and he go down to take his breakfast.

Mikey and Ray stop their talking to see the smiling dwarf who is not without his smile even if a meteor falls and crushes it all (of course, provided it do not hurt him or his baby) that seems to fly by clouds or dance like if the counter and kitchen floor were the best dance floor. He served orange juice, and took 4 toast rolls out of the bag.

-Hey Frank, how are you? -Asks Bob, taking the milk bottle and going to sit next to the other two; Frank greets everyone with his hand, while a piece of bread is all in his happy mouth.