I'm Not Okay
045
****** Four weeks later******
So now I'm twelve weeks along, last time I was barely showing at eleven weeks but this time I was sticking out about five or so inches. Gerard tried telling me I didn't look big, I guess he was trying to spare my feelings but I knew I was carrying twins so my size didn't really matter to me. But since it was august and so damn hot, I couldn't wear a hoodie or anything to cover up so I just stayed inside most of the time. Right now I was shirtless and only in basketball shorts on my sofa while I watched peanut on the floor play with his toys. Gerard was in another phone meeting and things weren't going as planned because he was yelling into the phone. Not gonna lie, seeing him so angry kinda turned me on and these shorts weren't helping. Slowly a tent started pitching in my shorts; I didn't do anything to hide it I just was hoping it would go down on its own. I rested my head back and closed my eyes only for a minute when I felt Gerard whisper in my ear.
"You know you're not supposed to fall asleep when watching the baby." He said then kissed my neck.
"He's fine." I rolled my head over to point to him but he was gone. My eyes widened and I tried getting off the sofa but Gerard was stopping me. "Where is he!?"
"He's fine, I found the both of you passed out about twenty minutes ago, he’s in his crib asleep." When he said that I calmed down and rested my head back on the sofa.
"I couldn't help but notice," he purred into my ear then softly ran his hands up my sides. "That little Frankie was happy."
"One he's not little and two I'm not in the mood."
"Come on Frank, not even a quick one? We can even-"
"I'm getting irritated." I told him.
That's the thing, I've seen and read a lot of thing that when someone's pregnant, especially with twins or triplets the mother, or in this case the pregnant one can get really emotional and lash out a lot and it can cause relationship problems; so Gerard and I came up with the idea that every time I start to feel annoyed or any emotion in General I'd tell him and we'd talk about it or deal with it.
"Okay." He said then started to get up. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down and cuddled into his side. "I didn't say to leave."
"So baby I was thinking. Peanuts birthday is February 27th-"
"I'm glad you remember." I interrupted.
"I thought I was the sassy one. Anyways, if you do the math, these ones should be born sometime in February."
"Wow I didn't think about that, what if there born on the same day?"
"Technically Bryce was supposed to be born late March or early April. But I hope these two come before Bryce's first birthday."
"Why?"
"Well he needs a birthday party and it might be suspicious if you're there with your pregnant belly."
"True, I wasn't even at full term when I had Bryce and I looked like I had a basketball under my shirt. And this time there will be two."
"Yeah, two new little babies." He said with a smile then moved down so his head was facing my stomach and he started kissing it and whispering things to them.
"I wanna know the sex." He announced.
"So do I, but we need to wait six more weeks."
"That's not fair!" He whined then started to pout.
"Don't be such a baby." I told him then started to run my fingers through his hair.
"Am I not allowed to be excited about my baby?"
"I'll allow it."
"Thank you sir." He said then pecked my lips.
"So how did the meeting go?"
"Better, the lawyers found out about the stabbing so things aren't going so well for her."
"How? I thought you didn't report it."
"I didn't but they looked up the hospital records and made the connection, she was in the ward for stabbing someone and I was in the hospital for getting stabbed at the exact same time plus they have it confirmed that Mikey brought the both of us in and yeah. My lawyer pressed to get her arrested and that I’d get a lower alimony and more of what we had and more money but I don’t wanna do that, I promised I would report her.”
“Hold on, I wanna hear more about what you’re saying about Lynz and everything but you said the lawyers looked up the hospital records and found that out right?” I questioned.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think it’s possible for anyone to look up records of me being in labor or having a C-section?”
So now I'm twelve weeks along, last time I was barely showing at eleven weeks but this time I was sticking out about five or so inches. Gerard tried telling me I didn't look big, I guess he was trying to spare my feelings but I knew I was carrying twins so my size didn't really matter to me. But since it was august and so damn hot, I couldn't wear a hoodie or anything to cover up so I just stayed inside most of the time. Right now I was shirtless and only in basketball shorts on my sofa while I watched peanut on the floor play with his toys. Gerard was in another phone meeting and things weren't going as planned because he was yelling into the phone. Not gonna lie, seeing him so angry kinda turned me on and these shorts weren't helping. Slowly a tent started pitching in my shorts; I didn't do anything to hide it I just was hoping it would go down on its own. I rested my head back and closed my eyes only for a minute when I felt Gerard whisper in my ear.
"You know you're not supposed to fall asleep when watching the baby." He said then kissed my neck.
"He's fine." I rolled my head over to point to him but he was gone. My eyes widened and I tried getting off the sofa but Gerard was stopping me. "Where is he!?"
"He's fine, I found the both of you passed out about twenty minutes ago, he’s in his crib asleep." When he said that I calmed down and rested my head back on the sofa.
"I couldn't help but notice," he purred into my ear then softly ran his hands up my sides. "That little Frankie was happy."
"One he's not little and two I'm not in the mood."
"Come on Frank, not even a quick one? We can even-"
"I'm getting irritated." I told him.
That's the thing, I've seen and read a lot of thing that when someone's pregnant, especially with twins or triplets the mother, or in this case the pregnant one can get really emotional and lash out a lot and it can cause relationship problems; so Gerard and I came up with the idea that every time I start to feel annoyed or any emotion in General I'd tell him and we'd talk about it or deal with it.
"Okay." He said then started to get up. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down and cuddled into his side. "I didn't say to leave."
"So baby I was thinking. Peanuts birthday is February 27th-"
"I'm glad you remember." I interrupted.
"I thought I was the sassy one. Anyways, if you do the math, these ones should be born sometime in February."
"Wow I didn't think about that, what if there born on the same day?"
"Technically Bryce was supposed to be born late March or early April. But I hope these two come before Bryce's first birthday."
"Why?"
"Well he needs a birthday party and it might be suspicious if you're there with your pregnant belly."
"True, I wasn't even at full term when I had Bryce and I looked like I had a basketball under my shirt. And this time there will be two."
"Yeah, two new little babies." He said with a smile then moved down so his head was facing my stomach and he started kissing it and whispering things to them.
"I wanna know the sex." He announced.
"So do I, but we need to wait six more weeks."
"That's not fair!" He whined then started to pout.
"Don't be such a baby." I told him then started to run my fingers through his hair.
"Am I not allowed to be excited about my baby?"
"I'll allow it."
"Thank you sir." He said then pecked my lips.
"So how did the meeting go?"
"Better, the lawyers found out about the stabbing so things aren't going so well for her."
"How? I thought you didn't report it."
"I didn't but they looked up the hospital records and made the connection, she was in the ward for stabbing someone and I was in the hospital for getting stabbed at the exact same time plus they have it confirmed that Mikey brought the both of us in and yeah. My lawyer pressed to get her arrested and that I’d get a lower alimony and more of what we had and more money but I don’t wanna do that, I promised I would report her.”
“Hold on, I wanna hear more about what you’re saying about Lynz and everything but you said the lawyers looked up the hospital records and found that out right?” I questioned.
“Yeah.”
“Do you think it’s possible for anyone to look up records of me being in labor or having a C-section?”