Three Cheers

For the rest of the holidays, everything was just as well as it could have been. As mid December rolled in, we got ready for our son's arrival. We managed to make room for him in Thora's room; she was so excited, she moved her new birthday gifts around to make room.

She soon dictated where he would sleep and where his things would go. Thora really wanted things to be perfect for little Ronan. She and Thora drew him pictures, and was telling everyone about how they couldn't wait for him to arrive. The press was on about it, since Thora was the one to tell everyone that she was going to have a little brother. I didn't reprimand her, why stifle her excitement?

Busy was okay with it all; she and I seemed to have a little bond after everything. She still wasn't too excited about the baby, but she managed to be okay with it. I mean, she drew pictures for him, but to her the baby was just another little burden. I know she doesn't hate him, she just likes things as they were; just the 4 of us. But I know she'll get used to it.

For Christmas, Gerard made put me strictly on bed rest. I was not to do anything strenuous; he and the girls did everything. The girls went with my dad to get a Christmas tree while Gerard was off in his office/studio. I got so bored by myself; I hated to watch TV by myself while he was off drawing or doing whatever he was doing. I got frustrated and finally got up and went to go see what he was doing.

"G?" I called to him; the door was opened, but his head was down over his desk and he had large headphones over his ears. He calls them his "Shut the fuck up" headphones. "Gerard!"

He didn't budge; I could hear Raw Power thumping out of them. I went over and tapped his shoulder; he looked up and took off his head phones, "What's wrong?"

"I'm bored." I told him with a slight frown.

He smiled at me, spun in his swivel chair and pulled me into his lap. I giggled, "I'm too big."

Gerard wrapped his arms around my middle, his hands resting on my stomach; "No you're not." Little Ronan kicked, Gerard gave a small laugh, "Hey there, kid."

"I am so," I tried to get up, but he held me down, "G, c'mon."

"You're the one who said you were bored." He teased.

I leaned back, "Fine, you're the one whose lap'll be crushed."

He laughed and kissed the side of my neck, "It's all fine by me."

"What are you gonna entertain me with?" I asked him then, "I'm so boooorrrred!"

He laughed again, "I don't know. I wasn't bored."

"That's because you have stuff." I mumbled childishly. "What were you doing?"

"Drawing." He spun the chair a bit so I could see over his desk.

"What's this?" I asked as I picked up the drawings.

"Remember when we watched Mad Max?" I nodded. "I came up with an idea...killjoys."

I looked the cartoons over, "Killjoys?"

"Yeah, just some post-apocalyptic heroes." He told me.

"Sounds interesting...that's a lot of color. Is it a new comic?"

"Yeah." He replied. "New heroes...Not superheroes, just heroes 'cause all our heroes are dead."

"So deep of you, Gerard." I jested.

He sighed a small laugh. "Do you like it, though?"

"Yes, it's cool. I like how much this one..." I read the name, "Party Poison looks like you with red hair."

"I didn't think that much out the box." He said softly. "I'm thinkin' about adding Busy and Thora as characters."

"They'd love that." I smiled. "Thora would go nuts."

"I know," he chuckled, "She's so crazy and I love it."

"She like a firecracker." I added.

Gerard showed me a bit more of his drawings before I told him to let me stand. He looked worried for a moment before I told him that his knee was boney. "Boney?"

"Yes." I replied with my hands on my hips.

He snickered and shook his head, "Sorry."

"It's okay. Come entertain me." I told him as I took his hand.

"How?" He asked.

"You could sing to me." I batted my lashes.

He thought for a moment, "Why should I?"

"Because I'm your wife."

"Alright, but you got to go back to bed."

I pouted, "Why?"

"Because I want you to. You need to rest."

There was something in his eyes that made me curious. I blinked, "What's wrong?"

Gerard took my hand and led me back to the bedroom. I sat on the bed, as did he and he laid me back, "We tried really hard for this baby and I don't want to lose him."

I smiled sadly at him, "Nothin's gonna happen to our baby boy, G."

"I know, but it's always in the back of my head, October."

I tweaked my lips and sat back for him, "Okay, I'll rest. Now, sing me to sleep."

He laughed softly, lying with me, "Whadda wanna hear?"

"Um...I don't know." I thought for a moment. "Ooh! Headfirst For Halos!"

Again, he laughed, "Really? I can't remember the words."

"You're such a liar." I teased. "Come on, even I know the words."

"Because you worship that album." He said cockily.

"Don't flatter yourself, buddy."

Gerard huffed and hummed, "Okay..."

He laid beside me and sang softly to me, lying his head beside me. I wasn't sleepy at all, I was just bored, and Gerard was the one who was falling asleep. I sat up as he trailed off, adding a yawn; I leaned over and kissed him fully. "You're suppose to relax." He told me.

"Maybe you should relax." I pointed out softly.

He hummed, "I'm fine." I kissed again, pushing his head back against the pillows. He groaned and broke it, "October, you're 8 months pregnant. Nothing strenuous, remember."

"Doctor didn't say anything about strenuous activity."

"That's because I said it." He mumbled, his eyes half closed.

"Okay, then let me do something for you." I murmured shyly.

His eyes opened a bit wider, "What?"

"C'mon, don't be stupid." I shot him a smile.

He chuckled lowly, "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Possibly." I shrugged; I ran my hand up his thigh and up to his belt buckle.

Gerard exhaled deeply, "I don't even know what to say right now."

"Don't say anything." I told him.

He rubbed his eyes, watching me, watching my hand fish his jeans open. He groaned again, his head falling back as my hand made contact with bare skin. I heard a soft groan when my hand wrapped around him, "Oh my fuck." He muttered.

I felt his coco spring to life; "Calm down." I told him with a smirk.

"How can I not?" He mumbled, "Fuck, Sugar."

I began to rub him gently, lifting my head to kiss him as I did so. Soft grunts left his mouth, his head tossed back, mouth opening wide. I smiled, more so smirked; I tugged his jeans and briefs down and felt his skin: hips and pelvis. He swallowed, coursed his hand through my hair and looked at me, "You're beautiful."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Shut up."

He leaned over and kissed me, "Keep going, Sugar."

I bit my lip and leaned up to kiss his neck. He let out a soft sigh and coursed his fingers beneath me scalp; I stroked him continuously, smoothly. He let out heavy breaths against my cheek, resting his forehead against mine. I ran my thumb over his tip, earning a loud and deep growl from him. I nibbled at his jaw and buried my face in the crook of his neck.

"More." He growled.

The pre-cum began to seep, spilling over my fingers, making the task a lot easier. Gerard panted, his hand tugging at the ends of my hair, bringing my face close to his again. He kissed me heatedly and bucked his hips; I stroked him harder, feeling the warmth of his skin.

With his dick throbbing, he panted and growled deeply, ready to explode. He kissed me harder and cupped my jaw, and then he pulled away, releasing a loud groan. I loved the face he made, I kissed his cheek; "Almost there, G?"

He laughed huskily, and gripped my neck and hair, "I'm almost there, Sugar."

He buried his face against my neck and sucked. His hips bucked; I began to stroke faster. He groaned and panted, continuously, with little sighs. Within a few moments, and with a big groan, Gerard released. He fell back against the pillows, "Oh fuck, October."

I kissed his cheek again, "You're welcome."