Gerard P.O.V

Frank rocked Campbell as I peered out of the window, watching and waiting for my mom's car when it would pull into the motel driveway. I sighed, tapping the windowsill nervously. I hoped and prayed that she would come alone, I didn't any to disappoint my dad, and I certainly didn't want my baby and my boyfriend around Mikey. I dread to think what he'd do to them, I thought over and over again, trying to avoid the mangled images of my loved ones as they entered my mind. I shuddered, turning around to face Frank. He was cooing at Campbell, as Campbell stared into his eyes. His hands were still balled into fists, his tiny brow furrowed.

I heard the roar of a car engine, eyes quickly darting to the parking lot. My mom- and dad, had pulled into it. My stomach flipped, nausea sweeping across my body. She must have thought that something more serious was going on. Something that involved me either getting into trouble, or wanting to end my life. I want to do the opposite of both, I thought loudly, knowing how much happiness I had in my life. Two people that loved me, and for me to love with all of my heart. A tiny little human to raise, and a slightly bigger human to maybe one day marry, and spend the rest of my life with. My hands found themselves in my pockets, Frank looked up at me as if to ask 'Are they here?' I nodded, feeling as though I was going to faint.

"Calm down Gerard, remember that whatever happens, the baby and I will always be here. Okay?" He said soothingly, I nodded, knowing that he was right.

He followed me, cradling the baby in his arms. Getting to the doors, I felt like pure panic had well and truly settled in. My eyes darted from side to side, trying to find anything to distract me from the task at hand. Frank had decided to sit on a bench, to allow me to talk to my parents alone. Mom caught sight of me, a worried smile spreading across both of their faces. She outstretched her arms, welcoming me into a warm embrace. She kissed my cheek, my dad patting my back. I sighed as I pulled away from her, eyes burning as I wanted to cry.

"Momma, please don't hate me," I began, looking away from them to avoid just bursting into tears. She frowned, folding her arms, "There's been something that I've been needing to tell you. The both of you. It's something that I've only come to realise lately, and I understand that you probably won't want to know me after I tell you." My voice quivered, I wiped a tear from my eye with the back of my hand. I sniffled, taking a deep breath out. I needed to keep calm, if I burst into hysterics then they certainly wouldn't believe me.

"What's wrong son? We'll always love you, no matter what trouble you've gotten into. Let us help you out." My dad said, his hand firmly gripping my shoulder. I nodded, taking deep breaths again and again.

"I'm uh- I'm gay. And uh, I met a guy. And he makes me so happy, he understands how I feel. Not only that, his best friend uh- she- she died, and left a little baby behind. She begged us to take him in." I couldn't bear to speak anymore, as holding in terrified tears was too much to bear. They trickled down my cheeks, as my mom pulled me into her arms, my dad wrapping his around the both of us. They both started to sob, which probably would have looked odd to passers by. A crowd of crying people would always look odd to anybody. The both pulled away from me, each wiping their watery eyes.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner son, you know that we wouldn't have any problem with whoever you love. We're your parents, not your dictators. We can't tell you what you can and can't do, we just want you to be happy." He said with a smile, I nodded quickly, wiping my eyes again. My mom sniffled, I turned my attention back to her.

"I guess that I was just afraid that you'd react the way that Mikey did. He knew way before you guys, he just kind of assumed and persecuted."

"You take no notice of that brother of yours. He's jealous of your money, that's the only reason why he's so foul with you. If you're happy, we're happy for you. Don't you forget that," Mom said, squeezing my cheek affectionately. I laughed nervously, sniffling as I wiped the last of the stray tears from my eyes, nodding. I was glad that they understood, I knew that they would. They had never been the non-caring, strong-minded parents. They always knew when I was sad, and they always knew how to fix it, "So, tell me about this 'guy', has he been good to you?" My mom asked, elbowing me playfully with a giggle.

"He's over there with the baby, I kept him at a distance, just in case the both of you slapped me and quickly drove away." I joked, rocking back and forth on my heels.

"Oh stop being silly. Let me talk to him, see if he's good enough for my son." My dad chuckled, linking my mom's arm as I led them over to Frank, who was in deep conversation with our baby.
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Song Of The Chapter- Candy Says by The Velvet Underground

A.N
I feel like this is the easiest story to write, and I think that I've decided what ending I like. And I'm confident that it could have a sequel ;)

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