Three Cheers

Frank had come over the next day while Fran had taken Busy shopping; Gerard was feeding Thora, and I was sitting beside him. Frank looked a little nervous when he sat down, "What's up?" Gerard asked him.

"You think BB will be mad if I go on a date with Frances?" his voice was low and curious.

"She's three, she won't care." I told him, "She can't hurt you, she only comes up to your waist."

Frank frowned at me, "Oh, ha-ha, October. I'm being honest. I don't want to hurt B's feelings."

"She'll be fine," I smiled at him.

"I'm gonna ask her out when she comes back."

"What about that one chick you're always with or breaking up with?" Gerard asked while wiping Thora's mouth.

"She's in Jersey, and we aren't together now. I really like Frances... Her accent drives me crazy."

I snorted, "Good to know."

"I'm being honest," Frank grinned, "I wish we would've hooked up back when she was helping with our first album."

"That's because she and Mikey got along." Gerard replied, "And, you were with what's-her-face."

"Oh yeah."

"Go for it now, she likes you too." I told him.

"I am, I just hope Busy doesn't kick me or something. She's got an iron foot, man."

I chuckled, "B doesn't want anyone taking her Frankie away."

Frank smiled, "I love that kid."


Busy and Fran had come back while Frank was still visiting. Busy immediately ran over to him and plopped down in his lap. Fran shook her head, carrying a couple of bags.

"How was it?" I asked.

"We had fun," Fran set the bags down and sat next to me, "I bought Biz some stuff and some things for Thora."

"You need to stop spoiling my kids." I told her.

"I'm their auntie, I can spoil them all I want." Fran's attention moved onto Frank's, "So, Frankie, what're you doing tonight?"

Frank looked nervous, "Uh, nothin' really."

"Wanna go out?" Fran didn't even bat a lash as she said this.

Frank smiled, "Yeah, sure."

"Good. I didn't expect you to decline." 

Frank burst into laughter; Busy was frowning at Fran. Fran looked at her, "You givin' me the evil eye, B?"

Busy nodded, "Frank is mine."

Frank pulled Busy onto his lap, "Busy, I love you. We're only gonna hang out."

Busy pouted, "Can I go?"

I laughed, "No, Biz, you got to let Frankie and Frances be alone."

Busy rolled her eyes at me, causing Fran and I to laugh; "Whatever."

"Oh my God," Frank laughed, "You're not suppose to act like a teenager for another 10 years."

Busy laughed when Frank began to tickle her, "Okay! Okay!"

Gerard entered the room with Thora, "Got baby changed."

"Gimme," I told him, "I wanna hold my baby."

Gerard chuckled and gave me Thora; "Here you go, freshly changed." he sat down on my right side, "Did she corner you?" Gerard smirked at Frank.

"Yes, I did." Fran smirked back at Gerard.

Gerard laughed, "And did you throw a fit, B?"

Busy shook her head, then turned to Frank, "You better not marry her."

Frank laughed, "I won't marry her tonight, don't worry, Biz."

"Good."


Gerard and I put the kids to bed and went to our own. I jumped in, exhausted, ready to fall asleep. Gerard crawled in beside me, "Frank called me after his date with Frances." he said.

"Why?"

"He and Fran want to take B and Thora to the aquarium."

"Can they handle Ms. Sassy Pants?" I chuckled.

"I think so." Gerard moved closer to me, "Plus, it means we get alone time."

I smirked at him, "Oh, really?"

"Our anniversary passed, we only changed diapers." he smiled now, "I think we deserve some time off."

"Are you sure?" 

He nodded, "Yeah. Frank and Frances can handle our kids and we can be alone for a bit."

"Okay, I'll let the kids go." I answered.

"Good," Gerard laid down, "They were going regardless."

I raised my brow at him, "Oh really?"

"Yes really. I'm the daddy."

"I'm the mommy, and the daddy has to confirm with me first."

"Too bad, I confirmed without consent." he yawned, "You aren't going to rip my head off and drink my blood are you?"

"Not now," I yawned too, "I'm too tired."

Gerard chuckled, "Goodnight, October."

"Goodnight, Gee... Son of a bitch."


Busy hopped around the room while I changed Thora and put fresh clothes on her. From my peripheral version, Busy was spinning herself till she grew dizzy. She almost fell over, if Gerard hadn't of come in and caught her.

"Whoa, B." Gerard picked her up as she giggled, "Is the room spinning?"

She nodded, "Uh-huh! That was fun!"

I finished dressing Thora and picked her up, "Alrighty, the babies are ready to go." 

"Frank and Frances are waiting," Gerard said, "I got Thora's bag."

We all went to the living room, where Frank and Fran were sucking face. Busy made a face, "Ew! Stop!"

Frank and Fran parted and chuckled, "We weren't doing anything," Fran said, "Anyway, girls ready?"

"Yep," I handed Thora off to Fran, "Be careful with my babies."

Gerard let Busy down, and she ran to Frank, "Pick me up!"

Frank laughed, "Bossy."

"Daddy says I'm sassy, not bossy. Mama is bossy." Busy giggled while Frank picked her up.

I shot a look at Gerard who just smiled sheepishly, "Really?"

"You are bossy."

I rolled my eyes, "Anyway," I turned back to Frank and Fran, "Everything is in Thora's bag."

"We got it, October," Fran said to me, "We're going to see some animals and then go eat."

"I know, but I just want to make sure."

"You guys have fun for a few hours."

"We're too old to have fun." I mumbled.

Gerard put his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side, "No we aren't."

"Whatever you say, Gee," I patted his cheek, and then I let him go, "I want kisses, B."

Busy gave me a kiss on my cheek, and I returned it, and then I kissed Thora, "I love you."

"Love you, mama." Busy waved to me, "I love you, daddy."

"I love you, too. Have fun." Gerard told them as they went out the door.

There was silence once the door closed behind them. I sighed, "So... What do we do?"

"Wanna fuck on the couch?" Gerard said nonchalantly as he turned to me.

"No, our children nap there." I slugged his shoulder gently.

He tweaked his lips, "We haven't done it in the shower yet, and I need one."

"Is that all you wanna do? Fuck in the shower?"

He shrugged, "And have a sandwich after."

"Okay," I exasperated, "Fine. We can fuck in the shower."

"Will you make a sandwich after?" he smiled.

"No, this ain't the damn 50's. Make your own damn sandwich."