Three Cheers

Gerard pulled me onto his lap, and I gladly slipped there without hesitation. I hated myself for letting myself become so enthralled with Gerard. I felt stupid for just giving in.

All in that same time, I didn't care. I love Gerard more than I love myself. How pathetic is that? I wanted him more than I wanted anything else.

I wanted him to be with me. To be my husband, to stay with me and to continue kissing me. I was so willing to forgive every little mistake, and I hated myself for it. I love him too much to care. I'm such a stupid woman.

I pulled back just has his slick hands pulled at my blouse, "Don't." I murmured, exhaling softly, "We can't."

"The kids ain't here." He looked utterly confused.

I got off of him, "Gee, this is too routine and I feel stupid."

"What are you talkin' about?" He asked as he rubbed himself, "I'm ready to go and you're upset."

I glared at him, "You just came back, Gerard. And I'm all too eager to hop in the sack with you."

"So what? You're my wife." He cleared his throat, coursing a hand through his hair.

"You hurt me." I spat out. "I should be snapping at you. I should be kicking your ass."

He stifled a laugh, making me even more angry. "I'm sorry, Sugar, but you're so cute when you're mad. You get this little wrinkle over your nose and..." He stopped when he saw I wasn't laughing. "I'm sorry. I just... I missed you, y'know? I don't know what else I was thinkin'."

I sighed, sitting beside him. He put his arm around my middle. I looked over at him, "I missed you, too." I confessed, "But, fuck you piss me off too much. I can't keep letting you just come and fuck me whenever you like."

"I can't help myself," he gave a soft, lame chuckle, "I just want to touch you all the time. You're fuckin' beautiful."

I rolled my eyes, "Kiss ass."

"I'm being honest. If I could, I'd fuck you all day."

"Stop." I mumbled sheepishly.

He nudged his face against the crook of my neck, "I just can't. I love you."

I hummed softly, "I love you, too."

Gerard ran his hand up and down my thigh; then further inside. I held my breath, wishing to push him away, but I couldn't. I was falling in love with him again.

"This is it." I told him firmly, "The last time, I swear. We aren't falling apart again. If we do," he pulled back, facing me with his hand between my thighs, "It's the end, Gerard. I'm not kidding."

I kissed my lips, "I know, Sugar. I just want you."

"You say that all the time." I mumbled, my stomach pooling with arousal.

"I mean it."

He pushed me against the couch and climbed atop of me. I ran my hand up his back, through his shaggy hair. It was greasy, and so long. I loved it. I was caught up his hair to notice much else. I just knew I was in love and I was stupid and didn't care all at the same time.

What a ride.


Mikey dropped the girls off later in the evening. They had gone to see Frank and Frances, and baby Anthony.

Busy and Thora were more than excited to see Gerard. They pounced into his lap and began to tell them all the funny things they had done. They made jokes about Mikey, until he left, and then he began to help them with their easy schoolwork.

I watched them happily, happy that my family was back together. I couldn't help but to feel a bit sick. I was afraid of Gerard leaving again. It made me cringe and almost angry. I didn't want to put so much trust in Gerard, but I couldn't help it either.

The two of us never spoke about what he did while he was gone. I didn't really want to know who he was with or who he did. I wanted to live in the now, not the past, and I was absolutely afraid of the future.

That night, Gerard climbed into bed beside me, wrapping his arms around my middle. I felt warmth swarm my insides, and I snuggled closer against him. He let out a content sigh; "I was miserable." He said suddenly.

I didn't turn to look at him. I just thought of what to say. After a few seconds of silence, I swallowed thickly, "Why?"

"I didn't have anyone." He murmured.

"You should've just come home."

"I told you why I wouldn't," he said this softly, as if he didn't want to say it. "I know I should've. I figured I deserved the feeling."

I kissed his hand, "Well, you're home now, don't worry about it."

Gerard pulled me even closer to me and kissed the back of my head.


The rest of the week went by quickly and happily. Busy and Thora were always excited to come home and see Gerard. He always made sure to be home whenever I picked them up. He picked them up on that Friday and spent the entire afternoon with them.

I had gone to see Fran, now that she was at home. She looked so happy to be in bed with her new baby. Frank, too, smiled so much, I expected his face to break.

He had gone to the new studio with Gerard, the girls and Mikey, to meet with Ray. So, it was just Fran and I. She fed the baby, and then looked at me with a raised brow; he snoozed in her lap; "You and Gerard are lovers again?"

I rolled my eyes slightly as she smirked, "Maybe."

"I still wanna kill him."

"I know. You and a lot of people."

We were silent for a moment. Finally, she looked at me with a small frown, "Are you happy, October?"

"Yes, why?" I questioned.

"I'm asking because you look happy. I just want to make sure, unless Gerard isn't making you happy."

"It's not him exactly." I told her. "It's the fact that Biz and Thora are happy. That's all I ever wanted."

"Is he staying?"

"Yes."

"I hope so. If he ever leaves again, I say we cut off his man bits."

I laughed softly, not to wake the baby, "I affirming agree with you, Fran."

"Good. I even told Frank if he ever does me like Gerard did to you, I would go on a murderous rampage."

I shook my head, giggling, "You're silly."

"I'm being honest. We deserve more than being treated like garbage. Especially you, hon."

I smiled faintly, thinking about it, "Yeah, I know."

"Now," she smiled now, "Want to hold your Godson?"

I nodded, "Lemme see the little guy."