Three Cheers

A couple days passed with Gerard staying with me; Busy was probably the happiest she's been in the longest. She was happily accustom to waking up and having Gerard make her breakfast, give her a bath and listen to the stories she made up. They spent a lot of time drawing together, which was surprisingly quiet whenever they did so.

The whole thing with Eliza didn't bother me at all much. I mean, it was over and done with; Gerard knew that me selling my business was me plowing through it, and I hated how he tried to bring it up. I didn't want to talk about it anymore, I just wanted to move on and start over. 

I wasn't feeling 100% myself since her visit, either. I felt sick a lot, I was exhausted most of the day, and Gerard, along with Fran, told me to see a doctor. I didn't refuse, I just hated to go. I had zero energy to go. 

Fran had come into my room while I was resting one afternoon. Gerard had taken Busy to the art supply store; Fran sat on my bed beside me, "I have to ask." She said simply.

"Ask what?" I muttered.

"It's almost obvious, October."

I raised my brow, "What?"

"You're pregnant, aren't you?" 

I sighed, "I hope not." I sputtered, "I don't think I can get pregnant unless I wanted to. My periods are irregular."

"Maybe you should get checked out." 

I whined, "I don't want to. I'm too tired."

"You need vitamins." She said, "I'll take you myself."

"Don't tell Gee," I mumbled, "He'll get all weird on me."

"What do you think this is? The flu?"

"I hope so," I replied quietly; then it hit me what Fran had said, "Oh God, I hope I'm not pregnant. I don't want to be." 

"Would it really be the end of the world?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know. I just can't raise another baby. It's hard enough keeping Gerard in check, and Busy's been acting like a brat lately." I sighed and ran a hand throughout my hair.

"Hey, I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow and you'll get checked out."

I reluctantly agreed, "Fine."

"Don't pout, you aren't a child."

I stuck my tongue out at her. She gave a roll of her eyes.

"You should really grow up, you're 26 years old."

I rolled my eyes this time, "I don't have to."

Fran smiled, "I'm happy that you're happy, too, October."

I smiled too, "Thanks."

"I wasn't too sure about Gerard coming back, but he is a good daddy to Busy."

"Yeah, he is. She adores him."

Fran sat up, "So, you wouldn't want another baby?"

I shook my head, "Not right now. Gerard and I just got back together, and shit is hectic."

Fran wanted to say more, but she didn't. She patted my hand, and kept that smile on her face.


Gerard had returned home with Busy; she was asleep, but it was just a cat nap. He set her on her candy colored bean bag chair and let her rest. He sat down next to me, taking his shoes off, he leaned over and kissed me on the lips in the process, "How do you feel?"

"I feel a little better." I told him, "Just sleepy."

"October, you sure you're fine?" Gerard had this concerned look to his features.

"Don't worry, Fran's gonna take me to the doctor tomorrow, I already made an appointment." I yawned slightly, "I think I need vitamins."

Gerard wrapped an arm around me, "I hope you get better."

"You and me both." I murmured tiredly.

"Do you need anything?"

I hummed softly, "No... Just you." 

He smiled, pulling me closer to him, "Whatever my wife wants."

I smiled widely, "I almost forgot we're married."

Gerard chuckled, "Already?" He joked.

"It just feels normal, y'know? We didn't even have to get married and I'd still feel as if I was married to you."

He kissed my temple, "No high expectations."

"Exactly." I replied, "I feel happy."

"I'm happy too." Gerard murmured.

I placed my hands on his that we're around my waist, hold onto him. I love his warmth. I love everything about him.

Even in my illness, I felt high when I was with Gerard. That's how much I love him, he gives me a natural high. I can definitely say I don't want anyone else but him.


I push myself to get up the next morning. My body was on permanent stall, but I forced myself to get up and eat. I hadn't eaten a proper meal in days. I hadn't really spoke to Busy as much as I should while being sick. I missed her climbing in the bed and lying beside me, rambling about her dream.

"Mama!" Busy called when she saw me, "You feels better?"

I shook my head, "Not yet. I'm going to the doctor today."

She frowned slightly, "I go?"

"You gotta stay with daddy. I'll be back, baby doll, I won't be gone long." I petted her hair back.

"I draws you pictures." She told me.

I smiled, "That will make me feel so much better." I was tempted to kiss her forehead, but I didn't, I didn't want her to get sick, too.

"When is Fran gonna be here?" Gerard asked.

"At 10." I sat down, "I'm so tired."

"Maybe they'll give you a b-12 shot and you'll be good." Gerard spoke positively and smiled.

I smiled back, "I hope so."

Gerard set a bowl of chopped fruit in front of me, "Eat just a little."

I nodded, obliging and stuck a piece of pineapple in my mouth. I was hungry, but I didn't want to eat; the inevitable sickness was what drove me away. Gerard patted my left hand as I grabbed a piece of strawberry with my right; it was a comforting gesture that put me at ease.

Before I knew it, Fran had come in and I was half way done with the fruit. She patted my back, "You ready?"

"Yeah." I replied, then I got off the island stool, "I'll b back soon guys." I said to Gerard and Busy.

"Mama, hugs!" Busy demanded.

I smiled weakly and wrapped my arms around Busy. She giggled and hugged me back, "Love you." I told her.

"Loves you, mama."

I let her go, then I hugged Gerard. He chuckled, accepting my hug and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned down in my ear, "I love you, October."

"I love you, too, Gee."

He kissed the crown of my head, I turned my heel, waved and followed Fran out the door. I had slugged my bag from the table in the foyer and onto my shoulder. It felt like I was carrying bricks in the damn thing.

"Did Gerard say anything?" Fran asked when we settled in the car.

"No. Why?"

"I meant if you're pregnant."

I grimaced, "Don't start that, okay? I don't and hope I am not pregnant. That's the last thing I need." I spoke unfiltered and with fatigue.

"And if you are?" Fran spoke hotly.

"I don't know. I..." the thought crossed my mind, "I don't think I could keep it, Fran, to be honest."

She looked over at me, "You'd go through with it this time?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Everything is just... I'm not emotionally stable enough to even think of having a kid again. Busy is a handful."

"If you are, I'd be happy to help." Fran offered, her eyes adverted to the road.

"Thank you," I said in a soft tone, "Really, you have done a lot than you need to."

She smiled, "You're my best friend, I'd do it all over in a heartbeat. I love Busy."

"I know." I smiled, "Thanks, Fran."

"No problem."