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I came home from the store one evening and found one of the sights I loved to see. Frank, my husband of four years now, sat on the couch with our three-year-old daughter, Helena. Helena sat on Frank's lap as he read her "favorite story in the whole wide world"--The Cat in the Hat. Frank smiled as he read to his little girl and she snuggled up under his chin comfortably.
"Hi, Daddy!" Helena chirped when she saw me walk inside. She rubbed her hazel eyes with her tiny hands and yawned.
"Hi, Daddy," Frank echoed and kissed his daughter's head softly without taking his gorgeous hazel eyes off me.
"Hey, bunnies," I chuckled. "Isn't it time for little bunny to get to bed? It's almost nine."
Helena giggled. She loved her nickname "little bunny." Luckily, though, she didn't understand why her daddies called each other bunnies. "Can't Daddy finish the stowy first? He already made me put on PJs and bwush my teef."
I walked over to my family and sat down. "Okay," I cuddled up to Frank, "but hurry up, Daddy. I wanna go to bed too." I kissed the scorpion on the side of his neck and watched him fight a shiver of pleasure.
Needless to say, Frank read the story without pause. By the time he finished, Helena had fallen asleep with her head in the crook of his neck and her thumb in her mouth. I lifted her out of my husband's lap and carried her sleeping body to her room with Frank following on my tail. He pulled her princess bedspread and mint green sheets back so that I could lay her down. Then he, in his instinctual motherly way, tucked in our little girl. Frank caught my glance and grabbed my junk on his way out of the room.
Snarling with lust, I followed Frank across the hall from Helena's room into our own. Once inside with the door closed behind us, he jumped up and wrapped his legs around my waist, rutting against my growing cock.
"Why would you turn me on with our daughter on my lap?" Frank whispered against my neck and made me shudder.
"Why are you so fucking attractive?" I mumbled against his neck and nipped the scorpion, causing a low growl to vibrate from somewhere deep inside him.
He grunted as I threw him onto the bed and pushed off my pants and boxers. Frank, being the mother he was, pulled the sheets and blankets away before pulling off his own pants. Before he could take off his boxers, though, I climbed atop him, pinned him to the bed, and pulled off his shirt.
"What are you up to?" Frank rasped, smirking.
As my answer, I crawled backward, licking, kissing, and nibbling at his tattoos as I went. By the time I reached the waistband of his boxers, his cock pressed tightly against its fabric. I kissed the bulge through the cloth and ran my teeth over it.
"Cocktease," Frank groaned and gripped my black locks in his tattooed fingers.
"I know," I laughed and let my hot breath graze over Frank's nether regions.
"Fucker!" Frank shouted and tugged on my hair reflexively before letting go entirely. "If you're going to blow me, just do it!" Frank's yelling made me mentally thank myself for getting this room sound-proofed when we renovated the house two years ago. Otherwise, Helena would have indubitably heard the bunnies by now.
I pulled Frank's boxers over his rock-hard and leaking cock and then right off his legs entirely. Tormentingly, I ran my tongue from the base, up the shaft, and over the head, making sure to flick my tongue over his slit.
"Fuck me," Frank moaned and gripped the sheets.
"Gladly," I smirked and reached over to the night stand, where I grabbed the bottle of lube and--uh oh. "Bunny," I leaned down and kissed Frank softly, "there's no condoms."
Frank leaned up and pulled me down so our bodies pressed together. "No problem. Helena could use a sibling. Your shirt has to go though."
I kissed my husband--even after four years that word still made me feel like a giddy little girl--and sat upright, unbuttoning and removing my black button-down shirt. Knowing instinctively what to do, Frank lifted his legs to put them over my shoulders while I lubed up my fingers.
Frank gasped as I pressed one finger against his opening and he moaned when I pushed it inside. A second finger joined the first and I scissored them around, grinning when I bumped Frank's prostate and he cried out.
"Gee, please," Frank whimpered once he caught his breath, "fuck me."
I smiled and acquiesced, removing my fingers and using that hand to cover my now-throbbing cock in lube.
Touching the tip of my dick against his opening, I risked a self-inflicted cockblock. "You're sure, Frankie?"
Frank laced his fingers behind my neck and pulled me down for a soft kiss. "Yes, Gerard. Put a baby inside me."
That was all the reassurance I needed. I pressed myself into Frank all the way to the hilt, then gave him a moment to adjust to being so full. Once he gave me the okay, I began thrusting and hit Frank's sweet spot almost every time. Each time I hit it, Frank would arch his back and cry out my name or obscenities or just nonsensical noises.
After a few minutes, I felt myself nearing the edge. I spit on my palm--because God only knows where I put the lube--and began stroking Frank's dick in time with my thrusts. He gasped and moaned at every movement and before I knew it, my rhythm faltered and both of us tumbled over the edge and rode out our orgasms.
Frank and I laid together for a few minutes, just holding each other close. "I love you," I smiled and nuzzled his thick, dark hair.
"I love you too," Frank sighed blissfully with his head resting on my chest.
We didn't move for a few more moments, but I guess the sticky goo on our stomachs began to disgust Frank and he got up to fetch a wet wash cloth. Once he returned, he wiped off my stomach while kissing me the whole time. After he finished with that, he let me clean off his stomach and ass--so much lube--before he returned the washcloth to its home in the bathroom and returned himself to my arms.
With Frank in my arms, I fell asleep a happy man that night.
~
A few days later, Frank started suffering severe morning sickness. At first, we figured it was a stomach bug I had brought home from work, but after another week it still hadn't gone away. I brought a pregnancy test home when I next went to the grocery store and Frank took it.
When Frank showed me the test, I pulled him into my arms and swung him in a circle. My Frankie was pregnant again! We were going to have another little one!
Frank and I decided not to tell Helena about her future baby sibling until he started to show. She was too young to be brought into that strange world of thought.
~
Over the next few months, I took careful care of Frank to make sure we didn't hurt the baby. On the day of his seventeen week ultrasound, we dropped Helena off at Mikey's to avoid any unnecessary questions. Frank and I climbed in the car after saying goodbye to our little girl and immediately began talking.
"Do you think we should tell Helena after this?" Frank glanced over at me.
"I don't know. I guess it would be a good time to say 'Guess what? Daddy's having a baby!' You're starting to show, too." I didn't look over at Frank since I was driving, but I did reach over and grab his hand. "Bunny, do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
Frank bit his lip--I could see it out of the corner of my eye--before replying. "I don't know. I'm hoping for a little boy. A GJ would be adorable."
I laughed awkwardly. "I don't think so. I don't really want a Junior. Sorry, Frankie."
"How about Arthur? Helena Lillian and Arthur Anthony? Then we both get our way. You don't get a junior, but I get one that carries your name."
I smirked a little. He wanted to use our middle names. "Make it Anthony Arthur and it's a deal."
Frank hummed in thought. "I'll get back to you on that after the ultrasound. For all we know we're having another girl."
He leaned over and kissed my neck. I smiled. Frank was definitely the best thing that had ever happened to me.
"What will we name her if it's a girl?" Frank mentioned after a moment.
I sighed in thought. "I'm not sure, Frankie. I like Jennifer."
"Jennifer is nice." Frank lifted his right index finger to his mouth and chewed on the knuckle. "Jennifer Angelina? I don't want to leave out one of my grandmothers. They are tattooed into my arm and watching everything we do."
"That's creepy," I laughed. "I hope they don't watch us in bed. If they do, they're probably kicking themselves up in Heaven."
We laughed until Frank grabbed his belly and gasped.
"Bunny, what's wrong?" I glanced over at Frank.
"Baby kicked me." Frank chuckled. "Little bugger."
"Let me feel," I grinned, reaching my hand over toward Frank's belly again.
Frank laughed and just held my hand. "Bunny, you won't be able to feel it. Baby kicked in, not out."
I made a show of looking upset and pulled into the parking lot of the gynecologist.
"I hate the gynecologist," Frank muttered, "any time but this one. This one is cool."
"Okay, Frankie," I chuckled and cut the engine. Frank hopped out and slung his arm around my waist while we walked toward the building.
The baby kicked again and he grunted. "If we have another kid," he mumbled, "you get to carry it around for nine months."
I laughed and kissed him lightly. "Whatever you say, Frankie. That would confuse the crap out of Helena and this baby, though." I rubbed his tummy lightly, grinning as I felt the baby press a foot or something against my hand.
Once we entered the building, an overly joyful black woman behind the front desk greeted us. Since Helena was conceived, the woman had taken great interest in our family, since we were the only gay couple in Belleville having children. I think the woman's name was Loraine.
"Hello, Frank and Gerard," she grinned.
"Hello, Leanne," Frank smiled. Frank had always been good with names. I just remembered faces. Apparently, her name was Leanne.
"Are you at five months already?" Leanne smiled, signing us in.
A huge grin grew across both of our faces. "Yes," Frank squeezed my hand, "it's time we find out whether Helena's gonna have a baby sister or brother."
Leanne nodded. "Well, the doctor will be with you shortly."
I led Frank over to two open chairs and Frank snagged a baby fashion magazine. He opened it and immediately started fawning over the children in cute costumes. Looking up from my beautiful husband beside me, I noticed a few women and three of their husbands staring at us with disgust. It made me think of what Frankie always said: homophobia is gay.
Luckily though, a blonde nurse dressed in rubber ducky patterned scrubs leaned out the door with a bright grin plastered across her face. "Mr. Iero and Mr. Way, we are ready for you."
Frank practically flew over to the waiting nurse and I followed ecstatically.
Most of the check-up was a blur to me considering I really wasn't interested in what was going on. Until the ultrasound, that is. Frank laid back on the table and the blonde nurse, Alexis she sad her name was, smeared goo all over his growing baby bump.
She moved the machine all around his stomach until she found an angle she liked. "Look," Alexis said, gesturing with her free hand toward the monitor, "there's your baby. You can see the head and the arms and legs and everything."
Frank lit up. "So, is it a boy or a girl?"
Alexis smiled. "It's a baby boy. You're having a son."
Frank smiled at me. "Yes," he stated.
I, who held Frank's hand by this time, was confused. "Yes to what?"
"To the name. I like it."
Alexis smiled purely. "Congratulations."
Frank and I chattered happily the entire way back to Mikey's house and we were almost surprised to find other cars outside when we arrived.
Mikey answered the door with a smile, something it seemed he rarely did, and ushered us inside. Frank and I walked into Mikey's living room to find it decorated as a baby shower.
"Congratulations!" everyone in the room shouted. I looked around. Frank's mother sat in the corner with mine; Ray and Christa stood over by the couch; Mikey's girlfriend, Alicia, sat in a chair over near what appeared to be vegetarian taco dip; Frank, Sr. sat in the recliner with a cup of punch with my dad standing beside him; and all of Frank's friends from high school stood around the room, chattering with whomever was closest.
Frank lit up when he saw all of his family and friends gathered in the room. Helena ran up to us and I pulled her into my arms. "Why di'in't you tell me eawliew?" she asked Frank.
Smiling, Frank kissed Helena's little hand. "I wanted to tell you whether it was a brother or sister, little bunny."
Mikey put his arms around the three of us. "Why don't you tell us all what it is?"
"It's a boy!" Frank grinned.
Everyone, Helena especially, cheered. "I'm having a baby bwover!" she celebrated. I smiled and set her back down while Frank walked over to the taco dip.
Ray came over and patted my back a little over-aggressively. "Congrats, man," he smiled. "Daddy of two."
I blushed and he walked away. Frank, with a plate full of chips and dip, walked back over to me and leaned up so he could whisper in my ear. "They're all asking me about the name. Should we tell them?"
I contorted my face into a thinking position. "Would you guys like to know the name we've picked out for our son?" I announced to the crowd.
Several people replied with affirmatives. The others had mouths full of food, so they simply nodded. Helena bounced up and down grinning and squealing, "Yes yes yes!"
I looked over at Frank, who told me to say it. "Anthony Arthur Iero-Way," I smiled. Frank leaned his head on my chest happily.
The rest of the party went pretty smoothly. Frank spent a good deal of it sitting on Mikey's most comfortable couch, talking and eating. I generally sat by his side, and then the presents came out.
"I hope you don't mind that we didn't get clothes or anything," Mikey apologized. "We didn't exactly know the gender until now."
"Not a problem," Frank smiled and reached out toward one of the boxes, giving up when he realized it was too far away for him to reach without getting up.
I grabbed it for him and set it between us. Frank opened it to find baby instruments. He opened the others and found almost $300 worth of baby clothing gift cards, a baby food maker, a pillow to prop up the baby, several story books, and a Raffi CD collection.
"I remember Raffi," I laughed. "Mikey used to watch our old VHS tape of him all the time!"
Mikey blushed. "Brush your teeth, ch chch ch chch chch ch," he chuckled.
Frank and I enjoyed the party for the remainder of the evening, then I drove our family of three and a half home. Helena took forever to fall asleep that night since her energy was so high.
~
Over the next month and a half, the baby in Frank's belly steadily grew bigger and Frank waddled more. The night before Helena's birthday in January, Frank went out to buy the present he wanted to get her. He insisted that I shouldn't come along and that he could pick the perfect puppy out all on his own.
Helena and I sat inside playing go fish on the floor while we waited for Frank to return. When the clock struck nine, meaning he had been gone for over two hours, I started to panic. The local ASPCA was only a fifteen minute drive and Frank had already signed for the surprise puppy the week before, so legality shouldn't have been an issue.
My blood ran cold when I remembered the horrible tires on the car he took and how slippery the road gets on late January nights.
I prayed that Frank was okay but worried that he wasn't, so I moved my sleeping daughter into our other car, a pick-up truck with four-wheel drive, and drove off into the night in search of my husband.
I didn't make it very far, though. Only two minutes away, EMTs were loading a pregnant woman into an ambulance while a tow truck pulled the wreckage of a sedan from around a tree off the side of the road. After watching for a moment, reality hit me like a two-by-four. That was my car. And the person on the stretcher wasn't a woman. It was a man. It was my Frankie.
Pulling off to the side of the road and cutting the engine, I pulled Helena into my arms and ran over to the scene.
A policeman stuck his arm out to stop me from approaching.
"I'm family," I cried. "That's my husband!"
The man let me by and I ran over to Frank, who was already being hooked up to machines. His hair was matted with blood and his pants were coated with some sort of clear liquid mixed with blood. I wished Helena didn't have to be so close. I was just happy she was still asleep and not seeing this.
"Sir," I addressed one of the EMTs, "my husband, Frank, is 33 weeks pregnant. His pants are covered in fluid."
The man looked at what I had pointed out and shouted to the front. "This man is in labor. We need to get him to the hospital, now."
I stepped off the ambulance and they drove away into the night. Looking around the scene, I noticed a female police officer carrying what appeared to be a towel heap. She approached me. "Sir, I believe this must be your puppy." The woman pulled back the towel to reveal an unconscious brittany puppy. The striking thing about the puppy, though, was the way its front left paw laid. "Its leg is shattered. I would take it to a vet."
I nodded and took the puppy in my spare arm before returning to my truck. Helena sleepily helped me get her back into her car seat and I placed the wounded puppy and its towel on the passenger seat before driving off into the night.
Helena's birthday wouldn't be so happy this year.