I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 187: Wedding Day
The next morning, Gerard steadily woke up alone without his fiancee or his son, Jovani, in the bed with him. Considering the fact that he had murdered two phony Killjoys the night before, it was no wonder his only response to his missing family members was to freak out.
Lurching up in bed, he shouted out for his fiancee and child, assuming the worst…that there was more than just those two phonies he dealt with and that their allies had come for his family during the night while he’d been asleep. Breaking out in a cold sweat, Gerard’s skin went pale as he began to hyperventilate in place at the abominable thought. His light brown eyes were flitting across the room wildly, searching for anything that would tell him what to do.
And that’s when he remembered his life before when he was Poison of the Killjoy.
Gerard’s labored breathing seems to stop at this remembrance, his body stilling in place. He then went from cold and frightened to incensed in seconds.
Someone had DARED to break into his home and put their hands on his family?
Oh, someone was going to die then!
Rolling over to fling hand over his side of the bed, Gerard reached under the bed frame to find a weapon. His fingers brushed over the leather of a knife sheath he tied under the bed, inciting his thirst for blood and vengeance. Trailing them up to the hilt, his fingers curled around it and unsheathed his bowie knife. Sweeping the sheets off of him, Gerard hopped out of the bed, his feet landing on the cold hardwood floor of his bedroom, his faithful knife in hand sharpened for action. He had every intention of locating his family, even if that meant dismantling his own home brick by brick. Nothing was fixing to stand in his way.
“FRANKIE!” Gerard roared, his voice booming throughout the entire second floor. He began to charge forward, his eyes on the bedroom door when the alarm on his phone went off behind him on his nightstand. Glancing over his shoulder, his focus centered on a neon yellow sticky note stuck on the front of it. Turning around, he snatched the note off and held it up to his face to read.
Morning, Hubby. Can’t wait to see you at the altar. Love you, your soon-to-be-husband.
Gerard let out a faint gasp as he gaped down at the small letter. How could he forget that today was his wedding day! Almost drunk on the cognizance weaved with boundless joy, he whispered to himself with tears prickling the corners of his eyes. “Oh my god, I’m gonna marry Frank! Holy shit, I’m finally gonna marry Frank Iero!”
“Are you awake in there, Gerard?” A voice called out from the otherside of the bedroom door before opening it. In stepped Frank Sr. all dressed up for the wedding in a black suit. In his hands were a pair of black polished shoes for Gerard and the groom’s suit on a hanger encased in plastic for protection.
The thoughts of his family being kidnapped in an act of revenge must have still been lingering in his mind, because Gerard spiraled around to face the prowler with his bowie knife in hand ready to carve through some meat. The sticky note had fallen from his hand to the floor, forgotten. His body was in an aggressive stance as the tip of the knife was directed towards Frank Sr. The moment it dawned on him who the prowler was, Gerard felt all the blood drain from his face, his eyes magnifying in size from the horror at being caught this way by his fiance’s beloved father who had finally started to warm up to him.
Taken aback by the fighting stance his son-in-law was in along with the large knife in his hand, Frank Sr. threw both hands up with suit and shoes still clenched in his hold, his body becoming rigid. Was he about to murder him!? His eyes seemed to have confirmed so before they recognized him. “WHOA WHOA, SON! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT BIG FREAKING KNIFE?!”
Lowering the knife swiftly to his side, Gerard’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, struggling to resolve what his father-in-law just walked into. That bowie knife was his own possession. Frank had known about it before when he was Killjoy, but probably had no idea he had kept it after walking out of that lifestyle to be with him and their children. His in-laws surely didn’t know about it at all…until now.
What explanation could he have for attaining such a weapon in his home where his fiancee and four little ones slept?
Wait…Gerard knew what…only he hoped Frank would forgive him for it whether he heard about this later or not.
Shamefully dropping his head in shame, Gerard apologetically explained. “I-It’s for protecting your son and grandkids from that guy that…kidnapped him. In case he comes around again and tries to…”
Understanding immediately what the frazzled young man was trying to say, Frank Sr. relaxed himself. Considering what his child had been through, it made sense in his mind that the man he loved would want to protect him from getting harmed again. They all did. Deciding to drop it, Frank Sr. stepped forward to set the shoes and suit on the bed with a smile. “What you need to be focused on is getting married to my son today. That’s it.”
Eased that he fell for it, Gerard grinned gleefully and then nodded eagerly to Frank Sr.’s order. “Yes, sir.”
Exiting the room, Frank Sr. shut the bedroom door behind him, hollering out to Gerard on the other side at the last minute. “You got 10 minutes before we have to go, Way!”
“Yes, sir!” Gerard called back as he dropped his knife on his pillow and ran around the bed to get ready, his blood bursting with excitement that he was about to be an honest man. As soon as he was dressed, he bolted down the stairs only to be stopped by his father-in-law to adjust his tie for him, then the two were on their way to a tiny private church.
Upon entering, he spotted Jovani and Milo first in their matching suits sitting on the back pews unsupervised. Since he was earlier than he’d expected to be, he spent some quality time with them to divert him from the high he was on at getting married while Frank Sr. strayed off somewhere. When the time came for the wedding to begin, he passed Milo off to his awaiting grandparents and headed to the front of the altar with the priest to await his husband. The organ began to play and everyone sat in the front pews, Frank’s parents on his side and his Uncle and Aunt on Gerard’s side since he had no family to attend. In a foolproof world, Gerard’s brother would be on his side, but…it wasn’t meant to be. As heart wrenching as it was, Gerard didn’t want it to demolish today. Perhaps one day when he and Frank renewed their vows they could hold a ceremony his brother could attend.
Venetia was naturally their little flower girl, and wearing the same dress she wore to her grandmother’s friend's wedding. She looked like a regal figure as she gracefully sprinkle flower petals from the tiny white basket onto the floor of the aisle. It was such a pretty picture everyone was entranced by it until a little squeal was heard from the back of the church.
Broken from his dream-like state, Gerard arched a brow as Jovani came spurting up the aisle, giggling. Expecting trouble, he was relieved when the young boy noticed all the petals on the floor and leaned down to pick them up only to throw them up in the air. Jovani laughed loudly and spun around with delight, picking petals up and tossing them up in the air only to watch them rain down around him. Everyone in the church chuckled in adoration at him before Uncle Pete got up to collect him so the wedding could continue.
Soon after, Frank showed up on his father’s arm in a matching suit to Gerard. The newly 18 year old as of yesterday was grinning like a lunatic, his eyes locked on his husband to be. Gerard had a similar look on his face too. Everyone around them seemed to dissolve until it was just the two of them locked in the same dream. It was only when Frank Sr. passed his son along to him that he rewoke. “Take care of my boy, Gerard. He’s all I got in this world beside his mother and the grandkids.”
“I will, sir. I swear on my life.” Gerard answered meaningfully, taking Frank’s hand in his.
As soon as his father went back to his seat, a blushing and crying Frank whispered out to his fiancee. “Gee, you’re crying already?”
“I am?” Gerard inquired, wiping at his face with the back of his hands, feeling the wetness of tears. He hadn’t known he’d been crying or for how long. “I blame you for that. You started first.”
“Oh, whatever, man!” Frank giggled. He hadn’t wanted to wear a veil for his wedding even though his mother wanted him too, now he wished he had. He couldn’t stop the joyful tears from falling. Everything happened so rapidly then. Lorenzo presented the rings to be exchanged on a satin pillow and before he knew it he was a married man. Tilting his head up, he received his first kiss from his husband as their family burst into applause and cheers for them, their marriage and their eternal love.
Lurching up in bed, he shouted out for his fiancee and child, assuming the worst…that there was more than just those two phonies he dealt with and that their allies had come for his family during the night while he’d been asleep. Breaking out in a cold sweat, Gerard’s skin went pale as he began to hyperventilate in place at the abominable thought. His light brown eyes were flitting across the room wildly, searching for anything that would tell him what to do.
And that’s when he remembered his life before when he was Poison of the Killjoy.
Gerard’s labored breathing seems to stop at this remembrance, his body stilling in place. He then went from cold and frightened to incensed in seconds.
Someone had DARED to break into his home and put their hands on his family?
Oh, someone was going to die then!
Rolling over to fling hand over his side of the bed, Gerard reached under the bed frame to find a weapon. His fingers brushed over the leather of a knife sheath he tied under the bed, inciting his thirst for blood and vengeance. Trailing them up to the hilt, his fingers curled around it and unsheathed his bowie knife. Sweeping the sheets off of him, Gerard hopped out of the bed, his feet landing on the cold hardwood floor of his bedroom, his faithful knife in hand sharpened for action. He had every intention of locating his family, even if that meant dismantling his own home brick by brick. Nothing was fixing to stand in his way.
“FRANKIE!” Gerard roared, his voice booming throughout the entire second floor. He began to charge forward, his eyes on the bedroom door when the alarm on his phone went off behind him on his nightstand. Glancing over his shoulder, his focus centered on a neon yellow sticky note stuck on the front of it. Turning around, he snatched the note off and held it up to his face to read.
Morning, Hubby. Can’t wait to see you at the altar. Love you, your soon-to-be-husband.
Gerard let out a faint gasp as he gaped down at the small letter. How could he forget that today was his wedding day! Almost drunk on the cognizance weaved with boundless joy, he whispered to himself with tears prickling the corners of his eyes. “Oh my god, I’m gonna marry Frank! Holy shit, I’m finally gonna marry Frank Iero!”
“Are you awake in there, Gerard?” A voice called out from the otherside of the bedroom door before opening it. In stepped Frank Sr. all dressed up for the wedding in a black suit. In his hands were a pair of black polished shoes for Gerard and the groom’s suit on a hanger encased in plastic for protection.
The thoughts of his family being kidnapped in an act of revenge must have still been lingering in his mind, because Gerard spiraled around to face the prowler with his bowie knife in hand ready to carve through some meat. The sticky note had fallen from his hand to the floor, forgotten. His body was in an aggressive stance as the tip of the knife was directed towards Frank Sr. The moment it dawned on him who the prowler was, Gerard felt all the blood drain from his face, his eyes magnifying in size from the horror at being caught this way by his fiance’s beloved father who had finally started to warm up to him.
Taken aback by the fighting stance his son-in-law was in along with the large knife in his hand, Frank Sr. threw both hands up with suit and shoes still clenched in his hold, his body becoming rigid. Was he about to murder him!? His eyes seemed to have confirmed so before they recognized him. “WHOA WHOA, SON! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT BIG FREAKING KNIFE?!”
Lowering the knife swiftly to his side, Gerard’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, struggling to resolve what his father-in-law just walked into. That bowie knife was his own possession. Frank had known about it before when he was Killjoy, but probably had no idea he had kept it after walking out of that lifestyle to be with him and their children. His in-laws surely didn’t know about it at all…until now.
What explanation could he have for attaining such a weapon in his home where his fiancee and four little ones slept?
Wait…Gerard knew what…only he hoped Frank would forgive him for it whether he heard about this later or not.
Shamefully dropping his head in shame, Gerard apologetically explained. “I-It’s for protecting your son and grandkids from that guy that…kidnapped him. In case he comes around again and tries to…”
Understanding immediately what the frazzled young man was trying to say, Frank Sr. relaxed himself. Considering what his child had been through, it made sense in his mind that the man he loved would want to protect him from getting harmed again. They all did. Deciding to drop it, Frank Sr. stepped forward to set the shoes and suit on the bed with a smile. “What you need to be focused on is getting married to my son today. That’s it.”
Eased that he fell for it, Gerard grinned gleefully and then nodded eagerly to Frank Sr.’s order. “Yes, sir.”
Exiting the room, Frank Sr. shut the bedroom door behind him, hollering out to Gerard on the other side at the last minute. “You got 10 minutes before we have to go, Way!”
“Yes, sir!” Gerard called back as he dropped his knife on his pillow and ran around the bed to get ready, his blood bursting with excitement that he was about to be an honest man. As soon as he was dressed, he bolted down the stairs only to be stopped by his father-in-law to adjust his tie for him, then the two were on their way to a tiny private church.
Upon entering, he spotted Jovani and Milo first in their matching suits sitting on the back pews unsupervised. Since he was earlier than he’d expected to be, he spent some quality time with them to divert him from the high he was on at getting married while Frank Sr. strayed off somewhere. When the time came for the wedding to begin, he passed Milo off to his awaiting grandparents and headed to the front of the altar with the priest to await his husband. The organ began to play and everyone sat in the front pews, Frank’s parents on his side and his Uncle and Aunt on Gerard’s side since he had no family to attend. In a foolproof world, Gerard’s brother would be on his side, but…it wasn’t meant to be. As heart wrenching as it was, Gerard didn’t want it to demolish today. Perhaps one day when he and Frank renewed their vows they could hold a ceremony his brother could attend.
Venetia was naturally their little flower girl, and wearing the same dress she wore to her grandmother’s friend's wedding. She looked like a regal figure as she gracefully sprinkle flower petals from the tiny white basket onto the floor of the aisle. It was such a pretty picture everyone was entranced by it until a little squeal was heard from the back of the church.
Broken from his dream-like state, Gerard arched a brow as Jovani came spurting up the aisle, giggling. Expecting trouble, he was relieved when the young boy noticed all the petals on the floor and leaned down to pick them up only to throw them up in the air. Jovani laughed loudly and spun around with delight, picking petals up and tossing them up in the air only to watch them rain down around him. Everyone in the church chuckled in adoration at him before Uncle Pete got up to collect him so the wedding could continue.
Soon after, Frank showed up on his father’s arm in a matching suit to Gerard. The newly 18 year old as of yesterday was grinning like a lunatic, his eyes locked on his husband to be. Gerard had a similar look on his face too. Everyone around them seemed to dissolve until it was just the two of them locked in the same dream. It was only when Frank Sr. passed his son along to him that he rewoke. “Take care of my boy, Gerard. He’s all I got in this world beside his mother and the grandkids.”
“I will, sir. I swear on my life.” Gerard answered meaningfully, taking Frank’s hand in his.
As soon as his father went back to his seat, a blushing and crying Frank whispered out to his fiancee. “Gee, you’re crying already?”
“I am?” Gerard inquired, wiping at his face with the back of his hands, feeling the wetness of tears. He hadn’t known he’d been crying or for how long. “I blame you for that. You started first.”
“Oh, whatever, man!” Frank giggled. He hadn’t wanted to wear a veil for his wedding even though his mother wanted him too, now he wished he had. He couldn’t stop the joyful tears from falling. Everything happened so rapidly then. Lorenzo presented the rings to be exchanged on a satin pillow and before he knew it he was a married man. Tilting his head up, he received his first kiss from his husband as their family burst into applause and cheers for them, their marriage and their eternal love.