I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember

Chapter 108: Not One of Those Men

“The kids are what?” Poison repeated skeptically, certain he had heard Frank wrong. He had sought his lover out by traveling across the country and hunting him down in Redmond, Washington in a house with three of his niece and nephews and Frank's answer to Poison’s question as to why those three kids were living there with him was because they belonged to him? How badly he wanted to argue back with the fact that Venetia and Lorenzo’s parents were Frank’s Uncle and Aunt, but he wasn’t sure if that information would somehow blow his cover.

Uncertain, Frank shivered and wrapped his arms around himself as he took in another deep breath. “You heard what I said…”

“No, I don’t believe I did.” Poison countered irritably before pointing over his shoulder where the stairs were located around the corner of the kitchen. “Because I think you just tried to tell me that those kids upstairs are mine.”

“That’s because they are.” Frank whispered breathlessly as if he was having trouble explaining his claims.

Was Frank on acid?

“Frank, stop with all this bullshit, and just tell me the truth!” Poison snapped as he slammed a hand onto the surface of Frank’s expensive gray marble counter, making the young boy jump back in fright. “Don’t spin these fucking lies on me! I think I’d know if I had bore three kids sometime in the recent years with someone, don't you think?!”

“But it’s true, Poison!” Frank found himself passionately defending, his hands curling into fists at his side. It was strange how one moment he was afraid to tell him the truth about his biological children, and now that he did and wasn’t believed, he was fighting to prove it was the truth. “Those children are yours!”

Losing his temper, Poison snapped out without thinking of the precautions of what he could reveal. “THOSE KIDS ARE YOUR AUNT EDITH AND UNCLE PETER’S KIDS, NOT MINE!”

Not even bothering to figure out how he knew that information and just chalking it up as to him being an obsessive kidnapper that probably had learned the ins and out of his entire family tree dating back to the 1600s, Frank argued back. “NO, THEY AREN’T! THOSE CHILREN ARE MINE AND YOURS!”

Poison had to retreat to keep from yelling any further. There were children trying to sleep upstairs and if they woke up they might come waddling down there and interrupting some important business that had been a long time coming that he refused to have delay a minute longer. Spinning away, Poison took a deep breath before running his fingers through his long cherry red hair.

When Poison played the part as Gerard Way, the babysitter, he met Lorenzo and Venetia when they were about a year old and Frankie was just 16. If what Frank was saying was true about him being one of the parents to those three kids upstairs, then he would have had to knock up...whichever woman that brought them into this world when Frank had been 15 years old. There was no way in hell Poison was the father of those three kids because he hadn't slept with any woman other than Pastel and she wasn't pregnant...but he couldn’t argue with the ideology that Frank could possibly be the father of those children instead! That meant someone, that's about to be knocking on death's door very soon, had touched what was his…and everyone that knew Poison was aware you don’t ever touch what was his.

Spinning back around to face Frank with eyes blazing with rage, Poison strode up to him and grabbed his arm in an iron grip before yanking him up against his taller frame. Frank gasped in panic, but he didn’t care as he growled viciously down at him. “So, who the fuck is this bitch, huh? Who’s the tragic slut you condemned to death by allowing her to touch what you knew was already mine!?” Poison shook his lover harder, not caring of the bruises he could inflict on his precious delicate skin that he once treasured with his mouth and fingers many times before. “TELL ME! WHAT THE FUCK IS HER NAME!?”

“YOU’RE LOOKING RIGHT AT HER!” Frank shouted up at him before he felt Poison’s grip loosen and yanked himself out of it. His chest rose and fell with rage as he glared up at the man he loved with hazel eyes filled with tears. “I’m the goddamn birth mother! I gave those three children sleeping upstairs life! I carried them for 8 months and felt the scalpel cut me open to free them! I taught them to walk, and talk! I’ve taken care of them, ME, all by myself without YOU, their father, lending a single hand because he’d rather run around being the judge and executioner of everybody else!”

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Poison exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. He was completely lost right now, and it clearly showed on his face. Why was Frank making up lies, albeit the most impossible kind, and running with it so passionately? There was no way he AND Frank could be the parents of those three kids, much less one of them! Poison wasn’t an idiot. He’s seen every inch of Frank’s body and had feasted on every corner of it, not once did he spot anything that could appear to potentially be a vagina! “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SPEWING THESE IMPOSSIBLE LIES AS IF THEY COULD AT ALL BE BELIEVABLE!? TWO MEN CAN’T MAKE A GODDAMN BABY, FRANKIE!”

“You're right, they normally can't!” Frank finally accepted before pointing towards himself. “But I’m not one of those men.” Before Poison could open his mouth and argue against that claim by stating he'd seen his genitals when he knew nothing about him having a working womb, Frank held up a hand. “Look, just let me prove it to you okay? I have the documents upstairs in my office, if you’ll let me I can go get them and show them to you.”

Poison exhaled loudly through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest defiantly. “…fine, but you better be back here in three minutes or I’m coming for you...and making you pay for wasting my time.”

Frank swallowed hard and nodded in agreement. “Deal.”

Poison watches him go, not understanding why he was humoring Frank’s sudden lunacy. There was no evidence, there was no proof. Neither Poison, or Gerard Arthur Way, could have possibly fathered a child with another man, nor could Franklin Anthony Iero carry one for 9 months without him noticing. It was just that simple!

“Here they are!” Frank called before he entered the kitchen with medical files and documents. He placed them on the kitchen table before turning on the light hanging above it, his eyes locked on all the evidence Poison would need to be convinced that Lorenzo, Venetia and Jasiah were Frank's biological children. “Everything you could ever want to know is all in here.”

Poison walked over to the table just as Frank open one of the documents filled to the brim with papers to pull out two ultrasounds. Before he could say anything, Poison snatched them both from his hand and sat himself down comfortably for what he was certain would be a pointless lead. Boy was he wrong. Documents after documents, page after page, word after every single word, Poison studied it all. What was once concrete certainty turned into a pile of mushy doubt. The words that rang in his mind believing this all was a lie went silent from the evidence he was now mentally retaining.

Frank Iero been pregnant before…twice, in fact. Frank Iero had carried a set of twins by the name of Lorenzo, a boy, and Venetia, a girl when he was only 15 years old…the same year they met. Frank Iero had given life to these twins and soon after when he was 16 he was pregnant with a boy, Jasiah and recently given birth to him. Frank Iero was pregnant even now as they stood in the kitchen at the age of 17 with his fourth child.

The evidence was all there in black and white. The evidence was all there in photographs. The evidence was all there so he could no longer believe that the lie Frank been spinning earlier was ever a lie in the beginning. Frank had been telling him the truth, that he had been pregnant before and had given birth through C-section to three children.

Poison was completely floored that his lover was capable of creating children. It was a truth that was difficult to swallow, but he no longer could deny it despite that. It turned out Frank had always been fertile even before he met him which meant when they…when they…

Frank sigh from where he stood watching Poison’s expression change beneath his mask from the counter on the other side of the kitchen. He hadn’t believed him before, but he was beginning to now. Stepping forward, Frank pulled out a chair beside Poison’s and took a seat, his hands linking together atop the table. He stared at his hands as he began to explain everything from his own perspective. “Our twins…were conceived when I lost my virginity to you. The very first time you…we had sex. Before you I have never been with another person nor had I had plans to. I was just a kid being a kid, I wasn't trying to grow up too fast at least where sex was concerned. Part of it was because I knew I wasn’t ready, but another part of it was because I already knew what I was, and that I had a working womb. My parents never kept that a secret from me, and worked hard to make sure I knew all the precautions and safety procedures when it came to sex just in case I went out and did it anyway without their knowledge.”

“You…You’ve always known?” Poison questioned in a soft voice, his eyes glued to the documents before him laid out on the table. He kept rereading all the information from beginning to end, committing it all to memory in hopes it would sink in to his stubborn mind sooner, so he’d finally know to react to all of this.

“Yeah, I’ve always known, but if I told you then you never would have believed me. No normal probably would have.” Frank assured him before continuing. “I…I was going to abort the twins, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it nor could I bring myself to raise them so my relatives offered to adopt them temporarily. When you came back and took me a second time when I was 16, we conceived Jasiah together. I decided to keep him and regained custody of my children to raise them all on my own as a family.”

“And now…” Poison drawled in a distant voice as his eyes bore into the most recent documents that confirmed Frank was currently pregnant again.

“And now I’m pregnant again...after you found me at my parents house…” Frank concluded, his shimmering hazel eyes closing and releasing a single tear down his pale cheek.