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Frank didn’t think he was going to be throwing his guts up five times a day ever again to be honest. Specially not after one glorious night of angry loud break up sex with his now ex-husband.
It’s been way too long since he willingly did this. His twins are nearly twelve and he is in his mid thirties, too old for this. He didn’t think he could even still do it after being on contraceptives for so many years, but luck wasn’t on their side.
It shouldn’t have happened, things have been going downhill for these past two years, and he just didn’t even bother when the time came to renew his contraceptive chip implant, they weren’t having sex anyway, he couldn’t even remember the last time it had happened.
He was so surprised that when they finally settled on Gerard renting an apartment nearby and talking to the kids the next day (luckily they were at his mom’s) after so many months of constant fighting and accusations, that they would jump each other and fuck hard and fast on the nearest surface. He didn’t even think his husband was still even remotely sexually attracted to him, he’s definitely not that eighteen year old twink anymore - desperately trying to convince his best friends older brother that he was cool and sexy.
His basement college graduate best friend older brother who didn’t really leave the house ever, so he had to get creative with his visits and sleepover’s at Mikey’s, always on the look out and wearing his uncomfortably sexy jeans to hang out. It worked out in the end, even if they only got their first date out in the real world after nearly three months.
He still remembers being in that basement when he started to throw up all day for the first time, why does he always get that fucked up he has no idea, but it’s a familiar process by now. Once or twice is probably just his bad immune system. All day long and not being able to handle any smells (specially not that nasty basement) then there’s definitely a little lodger skipping on rent. Just over twenty-one, almost done with college, just a few credits and it was over - which he had to drop due to being unable to leave the house without projectile vomiting.
Frank does not regret his first baby, she changed their lives for the better, he became a stay at home dad, happily. And his then husband, Gerard finally had the push to go out and really try to make it in the art world. It took some years but by the time they tried again and got the twins (neither wanted their baby to grown up without a close sibling), Gerard was comfortable enough in his job that they got a nice house and some dogs.
They had enough help from their families that he felt like he could manage going back to community college and finally getting that degree he promised his dad when the kids were all finally old enough to go to school.
He thinks they were happy enough, they had dates, they hung out with their friends, it wasn’t a problem that Frank never really got his figure back, he didn’t want that either, he liked that he was older, liked his heavily tattooed body and broad shoulders. His Gerard wasn’t the same either, he loved the bits of grey he could spot in his hair, in his temples.
He loves him still, truly, never even considered that they would be in this situation, he wanted to grow old together, would do anything to have that back.
Getting pregnant wasn’t on the cards, and he is not stupid to think Gerard would came back because of the new baby, nobody deserves to go through that, specially not his little lodger.
Everyone will be surprised and have questions (how the fuck will they explain this to the kids?) but they can deal with it, he’s probably going to have to quit his brand new part-time job at his friends tattoo parlor once the kid arrives, and that’s a bummer.
It had been the first time since forever that he wasn’t a 24 hour stay at home dad, just managing everyone’s life and picking up after them all the time. It felt like being a member of society again, productive and social outside of kid related stuff. It was just picking up the phone and doing socials, setting up appointments and helping out the artists set it up three times a week. It was nice having a little bit of his own money and be able to say he is not fully dependent on child support. He wished he could have followed his band dreams but that’s for another lifetime, another Frank.
Now it’s back to gaining weight, changing diapers and having a baby on his nipple for what it feels like all day long.
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It didn’t happen from one minute to the next, he is not that naive to think so. He knows it’s something that had been growing slowly, until it was impossible to deny it. It makes it so much worse, that he could have seen the signs, that he could have fixed it if only he had enough time.