Three Cheers

Gerard wouldn't allow me to put on clothes after our shower. I didn't fight him on it because I was too exhausted to even entertain the idea of putting anything on. I laid down in our bed waiting for him to return; he went and made himself a sandwich.

He returned, making his way to bed with his sandwich; "Why do you get to wear clothes?" I asked.

"Because I was not about to make myself some food with my dick hanging out."

I laughed, "Good one."

He climbed in bed, "Besides, you're sexy without clothes on."

"Why thank you, Gee."

He smiled, "No problem."

"Why didn't you bring me something?" I asked with a pout.

"I cut it in half," he said showing me his plate, "Want some?"

"Nah, I'm good... Kinda tired."

"Don't fall asleep, soon as I'm done eating we're going again."

I rolled my eyes, "You're too old to keep going."

"That's why I made me a sandwich." 

I smiled, resting against the pillows. I felt this weird buzzing feeling in my stomach; it was love. I adore this feeling whenever I'm with Gerard.

"Gee," I looked at him again, "I was thinking about moving."

He looked at me while swallowing his food, "Did you find a place?"

"We went for a walk the other day and I found that neighborhood we went trick 'r treating last year, and saw a house for lease. I didn't get any information or anything, I just saw a sign."

"You wanna go by there later?"

"Yeah."

"Let me finish my food and then ravish you beforehand, okay?"

I laughed at him again, "Whatever you say, love."

"I'm serious, Sugar."

"Oh, I love when you call me that." I purred to him.

His eyes widened a bit before he set his plate on the bedside table. I laughed more as he rolled over on me and kissed me; my lips turned up against his. Gerard ran his hand up my side and then rubbed my breast; he pulled away, "Goddamn, all you gotta do is open your mouth and I'm hard."

I couldn't stop my giggles, "Gee, are we really gonna do it again?"

He nodded, "Uh, yeah. Do you know how bad I want you?"

I pressed my hand against him, "Yeah, now."

He laughed, "We're gonna do it again."

"Well, get a condom, and hurry up."

Gerard rolled off me, leaned over to the bedside table and practically ripped the drawer open. He dug deep to get the hidden condoms and then came back. He still straddled me, he set back on his heels and pulled his boxers down.

I cooed at him, "Aw, is your dick hard for me?"

He snorted, "Don't talk to it, it might get soft on you."

I raised my brow, "Highly doubt it, babe."

Gerard got the condom on successfully and then rolled onto his back, "I want you on top this time."

I didn't hesitate to straddled him, looking at his body before doing anything, "You're so cute." I said.

"I'm getting soft, October," he whined.

"Okay, okay, geez."


Frank and Fran brought the kids back before Gerard and I planned to go look at that house. Both of the girls were asleep; Busy had chocolate ice cream all over her face. Frank had smiled sheepishly, "She's a messy eater."

"Look at her," Gerard mumbled, "In her hair, too?"

"She was kinda mad we kissed," Fran said, "She ate her ice cream and got it everywhere; she refused to have us clean her up."

"Stubborn," I said with a shake of my head, "Thanks guys."

"Thora was a breeze." Frank said, "She didn't cry and she ate all of her baby food."

"You can take them again any time," I told them.

"Just don't piss my kid off," Gerard added, "She's gonna need a long bath."

"We're gonna go de-Busy ourselves," Fran chuckled, "We'll see you guys."

As soon as they left, Gerard and I took the girls to their room. I set Thora in her crib, and Gerard set Busy on her bed; "Damn she is messy."

"Don't tick B off."


Busy was whining in the tub while I washed her hair. She hate when I washed her hair, she always wanted to do it herself; she really just wanted to make bubbles. 

"Mama, it hurts!" 

"I'm not even scrubbing your head," I was washing the ends of her hair.

"Still hurts!"

Gerard was washing Thora beside me, "All done." he picked Thora up and wrapped her in a towel.

"Daddy wash me!" Busy cried.

"B, I'm almost done, calm down."

"You want me to do it?" Gerard asked me.

"No, I'm already done. Dress the baby."

Busy whined again, "Mama!"

"Hey, Sassy Pants, calm down. Now, shut your eyes, I'm gonna rinse you."

Busy huffed and shut her eyes; I poured water over her head, "See? All clean."

"Finally!" she exclaimed and stood up.

I wrapped the towel around her and picked her up, "After you're dressed, me and Daddy are gonna go see a house and then we're gonna eat and then," I sat her on her bed, "You're going to bed."

"What house?" she asked.

"One we might move to." Gerard told her.

"What's it look like?" 

"You'll see soon."


With the sun coming down, Gerard and I looked at the house from the car. He saved the realtor's number in his phone; "Sign says 4 bedrooms, 3 1/2 baths."

"3 1/2 baths?!" Busy exclaimed.

Gerard laughed, "3 bathrooms, Biz."

She made a face, "Oh."

"Do you like it?" I asked him.

"It's cool," he mumbled, "I want to see the inside."

"We can call tomorrow." 

"Yeah," he looked back at the girls, "Do you like the house?"

Busy shrugged, "I wanna see the baths."

I chuckled, "Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay."

"This'll be perfect," Gerard started, "We need all the room we can get."

"Let's hope it looks good inside."