Three Cheers

We kept the news under wraps for a few weeks, bribing our baby girls not to speak a word. We knew that the news would spread like wildfire if we spoke one bit about it. It was all due to the fans and their investigative tendencies when it came to the band.

If we said one thing we knew the questions would fly at us. So, we managed to keep it to ourselves, to keep it to ourselves. Aside from that, the band was beginning to record was ready to put out some new music. I didn't want my pregnancy to overshadow it; but, really, who am I kidding? Gerard is the star of this all, so I was right behind the band when it came to the spotlight.

We planned to just tell our friends and family, then let it spread on it's own. I was a tad bit nervous about it; I don't know why, I just was. Gerard was excited about it, though, Thora too; Busy was happy not to talk about the baby. The less baby talk -to her- the better. I don't blame her, she was still harboring those feelings about being ignored. I spent most, if not, all my time with Busy; we played, we went shopping, I read with her and I took her and Thora to work with me on weekends. I let them in parts of my life that I hadn't before.

Busy helped me design clothing, giving me ideas and feedback. She was amazing at it; she even drew up some figures and patterns she wanted to have made up. I never stopped her, all of her ideas were brilliant. Thora liked to color and shred the bad sketches, the ones I hadn't liked, in the paper shredder. She spent most her time with Gerard; Thora liked to listen and make music with he and the band. Busy stayed with me, never asking to go with Gerard, but she had gone a few times to see Frank.

The weeks we had kept the news to ourselves were nice.

The day before we had planned to tell my folks and Frank and Frances, we discussed names. Gerard and I laid in bed, the girls asleep in their bedrooms, and talked. Gerard would be giving up his art room and moving it all in the basement for a nursery, even though I had adamantly said the baby would be sharing Thora's room.

"We can't do that to her." He said with a small shake to his head.

"She'll love it." I told him as I fell back at the end of the bed, looking at him. "Thora is more excited than we are about the baby."

Gerard chuckled, "Yeah, I know. She's dying to tell everyone."

"We'll let her do it then." I affirmed.

Gerard crawled over to me, on his stomach, and rolled onto his right side to face me. "Have you thought about names?"

"No. I want to see my doctor first."

"Why?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "I just do."

Gerard gave a small, agreeable nod. "How do you feel about the name Ronan?"

"Ronan?" Again, he nodded. "I like it, but what about Roman?"

He shook his head, "Nah, I like Ronan. It sounds...different."

I smiled at him, "I like it, too."

"Good," he placed his hand on my stomach. "I can't wait to see how big you get."

I snorted a laugh, "Thanks, G."

He laughed, too. "I'm just sayin'...I get to see you pregnant."

We fell into silence; we both, I knew, had thought about our past. The memories of my pregnancy with Busy; it was all a bit sullen for us. We didn't need to speak or rehash it all; we both knew it and didn't say it.

"What about girl names?" I asked him after our long silence.

He shrugged, his hand rubbing my stomach back and forth vertically under my shirt, now. "Dunno."

"So, we've got Ronan for a boy..." I hummed. "Giselle. Do you like Giselle?"

"It's too close to jizz." He replied nonchalantly.

I slugged his arm harmlessly, causing his hand to lie still on my bare skin; "Hey!"

He chuckled, "I'm joking, October. I don't like Giselle."

I huffed, "Well, we have months to think of a name if our baby is a girl."

He gave a slow nod. "Ronan Gerard."

I raised a brow, "For our future son?"

"Yeah."

"Gerard as his middle name. How conceited of you."

He grinned at me, "Gerard Ronan Way sounds better."

"Alright." I muttered. "We'll call him Ronan; Gerard Ronan Way."

Again, we grew quiet. Gerard thought, his hand stayed beneath my shirt; finally, he spoke, "Marceline. I like Marceline for a girl."

I smiled, "That's nice."

"Think so?"

"Yeah."

"Then that's what we'll call our baby if they turn out to be a girl." He thought for a moment, "I think it'll be a girl, October."

"Why do you think that?"

"I have a feeling."

"Wanna bet?" I smirked at him.

He smirked back, "My feelings are always right."

"Whatever you say."

He laid back, pulling me over to him by my hip, "Uh-huh. You'll be eating those words, Sugar."

"Uh-huh." I mimicked him.

Gerard kissed the top of my head and held me close to him.


We arrived at my parents the following afternoon, letting Thora burst in. She strutted with us behind her, ready to tell the world the good news. My parents had looked at us, more so at Thora, wondering what was going on.

Thora took in a deep breath as we all sat around the living room; "Guess what, Granpa-n-Gramma!"

My parents arched their brows, "What is it, Baby doll?" My dad asked.

Thora pointed at my stomach; "Mama has a baby in there!"

My mom's brows shot up, my dad let out a chuckle and grabbed Thora and pulled her into his lap, "You're excited, aren't ya?"

Thora nodded vigorously, "Yes! I like babies!"

My dad continued to okay and laugh with Thora; my mom kept her eyes on us, looking at me with a mixture of wonder and a small smile; "Are you guys excited?"

Gerard gave a nod, and I could only smile. Busy sat quietly, not saying anything; my mom saw that, "Busy, are you excited?"

Busy shrugged, "Not really."

We all laughed; I hugged Busy, "I hope she'll get used to the idea."

My mom cooed, "Aww, Busy, it'll all be good. You'll love the baby, just like you loved Thora when she was a baby."

Busy gave another shrugged. I kissed her cheek. She groaned and whined; "Moooom."

"You'll love the baby, won't you?" I tickled her side.

She smiled reluctantly, "Maybe."

I kissed her cheek again, "That wasn't a no."


Once Thora told Frank, he seemed to tell the universe. He got on their website and let the fans know that I was with child now. It wasn't so bad, because I wasn't online as much as everyone else was; neither was Gerard.

But, the one who had let me in on what everyone was saying was Frances. She seemed to want to protect me; she never told me exactly what was written, only told me that some people needed to get over themselves. I didn't ask what she read, I honestly didn't care.

"So," she set her laptop away, looking me over, "How far along are you?"

"I'm not sure," I told her, "I'm going to see my doctor the day after tomorrow."

She grinned and began to cheer: "Baby birthday presents!"

I rolled my eyes, "I'm gonna be 29 years old, I don't need presents."

"That's why they're baby birthday presents." She shook her head at me, "Silly October."

"At least wait for the baby shower."

"I can't!" She exclaimed. "They're some cute stuff in sale at the baby boutique that I want to get. But, Baby Anthony is too big for them."

"I'll go with you." I offered.

"Alright then. How has Busy been? I've been told she isn't too excited by the news."

"Thora is over the moon." I told her. "Biz is...she's unhappy, but I'm sure she'll get over it."

"Let's hope she doesn't try and smother you in your sleep." Fran exaggerated with a smirk.

"Busy isn't that upset..." I muttered. "My baby isn't homicidal."

Fran giggled, "I said let's hope."

"I hope she'll get over it. She has to, right?"

"I suppose so." Fran pondered. "It isn't the end of the world."

"Tell her that." I replied.

"I'm sure it'll pass, Biz is a brave girl."

"Yeah, I know."