Three Cheers

After dropping Thora off at school, Gerard and I went home. He was all hands, making me laugh and slap his hands away. "Calm down, you animal."

"I feel like celebrating," he laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "C'mon, Sugar."

"You think just because we have sex we're gonna get a baby like that?" I snapped my fingers.

He laughed, "Maybe. Maybe this was the motivation I needed. We could make a baby by just looking at each other."

I shook my head, laughing when I felt his face nuzzle against the side of my neck. "Calm down."

Gerard growled under his breath and then released me. I half expected him to be a little mad, but he turned me around in a swift motion. He grinned at me, and then, fluidly, picked me up and placed me onto his shoulder.

I let out a small squeal, "Gerard!"

He slapped my ass, "October!" He mimicked me.

"Put me down." I laughed, bouncing on his shoulder. "Please?"

"Nope." He pulled my shoes off, tossing them to the floor before he took me to the bedroom. He kicked the door close behind him.

I laughed again as he took me and set me on the bed. He knelt in front of me, kissing me quickly before tugging at my shirt. "You want to do this?"

"Am I saying no?" I smirked at him.

He smiled, pulling my shirt up over my head, "Just makin' sure."

Gerard stood up and did the same, and then pulled of his belt and unzipped the fly of his jeans. "C'mon." He ushered me.

"I want you to undress me." I purred at him, pressing my foot against his thigh.

He narrowed his eyes, "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Obey your wife."

Gerard let out a small growl, "Your wish is my command, Sugar."

He put his hands on my hips, inching his fingers to the button and zipper of my jeans. He yanked them open and down quickly, tossing them behind himself. He pulled his shoes and jeans off, and then got on the bed. He straddled me, unbuckling my bra without interruption. His hand moved down to my panties, and looked at me squarely, "Ready?"

"Foreplay would be nice."

"Baby doesn't come from foreplay."

"But I do." I smiled at him.

Gerard let a small laugh and shook his head, "You're funny."

I cupped his jaw, he advanced closer to me, "Shut up and kiss me, you animal."

Gerard smiled, still, pressing his lips against mine. He was atop of me, his hands gripping the outside of my thighs, pulling them onto his hips. Out lower halves were clothed and hard against one another; I could barely stand it. He pulled back from my mouth and moved down to my neck, sucking any and every stop greedily. His hand moved inside of my panties, causing me to gasped softly against his temple; he in turn laughed again.

My back arched as his fingers traced my sensitive skin lightly. I gasped again, "Quit."

He smirked against my chest, brushing my heated breast, "No."

I tilted my head, looking at him, feeling his fingers rub me a little harder. My knees grew weak and my heart began to pick up speed, "Gerard."

"What?" He looked up at me with amusement etched across his smug face.

"Stop."

"No." He protested, his rogue darting to roll around my right nipple.

I shut my eyes, humming a moan, "I hate you right now."

He gave another laugh, "I'm not sorry."

My hands gripped the back of his head, fisting his hair. He groaned, and I dropped my ass onto the bed, "Fuck it. Just fuck me."

He pressed his thumb harder against my sensitive nub, grinning, "No."

"Don't tell me no," I nearly quivered as he gave to roll his thumb. "Oh, God, I hate you."

"I love you." He said softly.

I laid back against the bed, watching his shake his hair back and gaze down at me. "You're beautiful."

"I know." I smirked, jerking my hips, feeling that warning sensation. "Gee, please."

"Please what?" He pushed two fingers into me, causing me to growl. "What do you want, Sugar?"

"You." I murmured. "Please."

He leant down and kissed me, "Because you're begging." He reasoned.

I shook my head, biting my lip. I whimpered lightly when his hand slipped away from me. He then pulled my underwear down, "Move up." He ordered.

I scooted my ass back onto the bed, awaiting him. He pulled his briefs off and got back on the bed; I pulled him over to me, his body closer to mine. I held my breath the moment I touched him, feeling his lower half and earning a soft guttural moan, "October, no teasing."

"Shut up." I spoke against his lips.

I placed my leg onto his hip and kissed him. His body counteracted with mine, he grabbed my wrist, and then the other, and pinned them against the bed. I groaned loudly when he pushed into me unexpectedly. He let out a husky, throaty breath, "Goddamn." He mumbled.

I hooked my arms over his shoulders, my fingers holding into him tight as he moved back and forth, slowly, as our bodies pressed closer; my wrapped my legs right around his waist. I tossed my head back, feeling his lips searching for skin. I murmured his name under my breath, his forehead brushing against my bottom lip, I shut my eyes over. My nails dug into his flushed shoulders, holding tight as my body grew in ecstasy. I moaned against his ear now, pulling his body closer to mine as he sucked skin.

I felt my orgasm bubble and tickle. I panted, nearly crying out, mewling deeply. Gerard grunted, propping up on his left elbow and moved his hand down my hip. I growled when I felt his fingers touched me, rubbing in a circular motion. I swallowed, meeting his eyes, "Gee." Was all I could muster.

He kissed me, harder, pressing his body against mine harder. His hand working fast and hard with his hips. I could feel my toes start to curl at this spot he managed to hit repeatedly. I cried against his mouth, biting on his bottom lip when he pulled back. He sighed, a small pant followed, "I love you."

I couldn't answer, my mind turned any word to mush as I felt the pleasure throughout body. I just moaned, holding Gerard close to me, wanting to feel every inch of my husband. He panted, kissing my chest, neck and jaw; his thrusts growing fast sloppy. I felt my body quiver, and peak too quickly; I let out a cry against Gerard's shoulder, my orgasm rushing over me. My nails had dug into his skin, scratching down his back, my mind shot and endorphins shooting through me. I held onto him as he continue, grunting against my neck.

All too soon, his body stiffened as his seed filled me. The warmth made me mewl against him, kissing up his neck. He laid atop of me still, his hips still stirring against mine. He slowed to a stop moments later, pulling out of me, kissing my lips before lying beside me. He reached over on the floor for his jeans, and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter.

Gerard lit up, pulling the sheet at the end of the bed over us. He took a drag and exhaled, "I'm getting old."

"Why?" I asked as I continued to look at him.

He took another drag before answering, "I'm too exhausted to smoke." He put the cigarette out in the ashtray beside our bed.

I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arms around him, "I hope we have a baby soon."

Gerard wrapped his arm around me, "Me too."

"If we do, what do you think we'll have?" I asked curiously.

"A girl." He said with a small laugh after. "Really, I do. I don't know what it is, but I think it'll be a girl. I just have a feeling."

"I want a boy."

"I know." He rubbed my arm absentmindedly. "If it's a boy, I'll be ecstatic."

I smiled, "Then I really hope it's a boy."

Gerard kissed me, "Get some rest, October, we gotta go get the girls soon."

I hummed a response and held onto Gerard, falling asleep easily.


I went to Thora's class to sign her out, holding her hand. "Mama," she said as we walked towards Busy's classroom, "Did you and daddy go to the baby store without me?"

I laughed, mostly to myself. "Yes, we did."

"How come?" She frowned up at me.

I picked her up, holding her, "Because it's just for grown ups, not little kids."

She huffed, "No fair."

"I'm sorry, Thora baby." I kissed her cheek. "It's not that exciting anyway."

"Still not fair." She huffed once more.

I pet he hair back, stopping at Busy's classroom, "Are you mad at me?"

"No." She shook her head.

I kissed her cheek again, repeatedly until she giggled, "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, mama." She smiled at me.

Busy's bell finally sounded, and out the kids came. She was one of the few out last, looking down as she walked. I frowned, going over towards her, "Biz, what's wrong?"

She shook her head, taking my hand. I sighed, "Biz?"

"Is daddy here?" She asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" I questioned again.

She looked around; her eyes landed on a girl in front of us. She was in Busy's class, but she looked a little mean; she had that intimidating smirk I knew so well from my school days.

"Does she pick on you?" I asked Busy.

Busy shook her head quickly. I still felt upset about it. I put Thora down, "Hold my hand." I told her.

The girls held my hands as I led them out of the school, past the snarky looking little girl with braids in her hair. I knew that it was a matter of time before Busy would tell me what was wrong.

As soon as we got to the car, Gerard had begun to frown as well. The look on my face must've tipped him off. "What's wrong?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I have no clue." I answered.

Busy climbed into the car, I strapped Thora in before getting up front. Gerard looked back at the girls, "Busy," he said her name sternly, "What's going on?"

Busy bit her lip, "Nothing."

Gerard began to drive off, "Tell me."

Busy sighed heavily, "Okay." She paused, while I looked back at her. Thora looked at her too, wondering what it could be. "How come Thora's not my real sister?"

Gerard almost jerk the car to a stop, but only hit the brakes lightly. He continued on, while my jaw was slacked; I was at a loss for words. "Who said that?" Gerard demanded.

Busy looked on the brink of tears and Thora looked utterly confused. I shut my eyes and pressed my head to the headrest. I couldn't form any words.

"Busy, answer me." Gerard said after a few seconds of silence.

I looked back at them; Thora looked at me, her brow furrowed, and Busy looked down. I sighed, "Busy, who said that?" I asked her in a softer tone.

She sobbed, "Becky says! She says that Thora's not really my sister."

"That's not true," Gerard snapped. "Who the hell told her that bullshit?"

I slapped his arm, "Hey, watch it." I scolded him quietly.

He looked back at me like I had slapped him across the face; "Did you not hear what she just said?"

"Yes," I hissed, "But cussing and yelling isn't going to help."

He sighed, "I'm sorry." He looked back at the girls, "We'll talk about this at home."

I looked at Thora, she didn't say it do anything. She just looked confused; I was in for a billion questions when I got home.