I'll Fix You Because You Fixed Me Too

*two weeks later*

*Charlie’s POV*

Never in the last few months did I think I would miss tripping over Gerard's god damn jackets that fell off the hook, but today, even with my heart pounding and my hand protectively clutching my stomach after my near fall, I couldn’t help but have a huge grin on my face.

“Gerard!” I shouted.

“What?” he questioned, before spotting his jacket and grinning sheepishly “sorry babe.”

“I don’t care!” I laughed “I’m just so glad to have it back! I’m so glad to have you back!”

I couldn’t help myself, I lunged at him and kissed him, he laughed and then deepened our kiss, picking me up bridal style and carrying me off to the bed room.

We lay there for a while, just holding each other, staring into one anothers eyes while I stroked his face and he ran his fingers through my hair. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but finally he broke the trance we were in, moving so he could talk to my belly.

“Sorry little one, but your mommy and I had some catching up to do.” He whispered to my stomach before looking up at me and smirking.

He has done this every time without fail after we have slept together since finding out about baby that day.

Bliss. That's what this was. Pure, undiluted bliss.

But as always in our lives, all good things must come to an end.

The front door opened and I could hear talking downstairs.

“ Shhh .” Gerard whispered. “Hide, let’s pretend we aren’t here!”

“If only!” I smiled back at him before getting up and pulling my dress over my head.

Unfortunately in the throes of passion we forgot to shut or bedroom door, and no sooner had I finished pulling down my dress Frankie came rushing in.

“Guys you will never believe....” he stopped, noticing my half dressed state and smushed up hair, his eyes then wandered to the bed where Gerard, his modesty covered by a simple sheet, as blushing furiously.

“ Fucking really ?!” Frank exclaimed “You’re pregnant! Didn’t you two realise this shit was a bad idea when that happened?!” he shielded his eyes and rushed out of the room mumbling to himself.

“Your just jealous ‘cause you aren’t getting any!” I shouted after him.

I couldn’t help but burst out laughing, I glanced over to the bed to see Gerard with a giant grin on his face.

“Busted, sugar.” He winked before getting up and pulling his clothes on.

*Franks POV*

Breath. Breath Frankie, swallow it down. Don’t let them see, don’t let them know its hurting you.

Although Charlie and I had ended our brief relationship, and even though Gerard finally knew about it all, I still didn’t need their newly rekindled passion shoved in my face, nor my best friend – luckily I can still call him that - finding out that his sexual encounters with his wife bothers me.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed anyone else entering the lounge.

“so Frankie,” Gerard started “ what was it that you wanted to tell us that we “will never believe”?”

I looked at him for a moment, my mind blank, then I suddenly remembered and handed him the magazine.

Charlie looked over his shoulder as they both stared with eyes wide and mouths hanging open.

“That. Fucking . Bitch!” Charlie raged “who does she think she is?! Selling a story on us?!”

"Chill babe," Gerard soothed, scanning the story.

Charlie snatched the magazine off him and started to read quotes out loud.

"Listen to this! '"It's the most poisonous relationship I've ever encountered" "not the first time Gerard has "sampled" other women during his marriage to Charlie" "she even screwed his best friend and band mate, someone she claims to be her brother, if that isn't messed up I don't know what is" "unstable psychopath used the only thing she could to trap him again, a baby that..." Are you fucking kidding me?! "A baby that might not even be his"?!?! I'm gonna kill her." Charlie really lost it at the last quote.

And so did I.

As stupid as it sounds, not once throughout this whole thing did I ever question if the baby could be mine....