3 ~chapter two~

Frank's POV

My eyes flutter open, and all I see is four faces hanging over me, all of them have a concerned look pasted on their faces. The four faces change to relief when they see my eyes open. Gerard leans down to hug me and I grunt when his body touches mine.

"Oh thank fuck, Frank. We were all so worried about you. You were out cold for three days." Holy shit. Three days. All I remember is getting into a fight with Ryan, I don't remember what it was about but I don't think it was serious. Then I think I broke his nose and everyone was trying to comfort him, then I remember everything going black and that's it. I tried to sit up, but it hurts really bad so I just lie back down. I look down at my shirtless torso, there are bruises scattered up and down it. I throw my head back and moan. I won't be getting to do anything for myself anytime soon. Thanks, Mr. No you can't do anything, I'll do it for you. Lie back down.

"What happened?" I ask. I look at Gerard, who I can smell is going into heat soon, then to Patrick and Pete. Then over to Ryan. He has two black eyes and a bandage on his nose. I know he has more injuries I just can't see them.

"You fell over. And hit your head on the ground." Pete says bluntly. Well, at least I don't get a bunch of 'I'm sorry' and 'You won't be able to do anything for *insert time period here*' from Patrick and Gerard.

"What Pete means to say," Patrick starts glaring at Pete, "Is that we think you might have a concussion, but you went unconscious, and didn't regain consciousness until just now."

"Does your head hurt, baby?" Gerard asked me, then proceeding to look for any injuries on my head, sifting through my hair. I didn't realize it but I leaned into his touch, just enough that they all noticed. I felt a wave of heat come across my cheeks. When Gerard was done his search for cuts, bruises, bumps, etc., he kept his warm fingers tangled in my hair, making me smile a little.

"No," I whisper all the sudden shy. Gerard nodded his head and continued to move his fingers in my hair, twisting them around thick stands of black. I moaned softly, not in a sexual way but it was definitely there, and they all definitely heard it. Again more heat rushed to my face.

"We'll uh- leave you guys alone. If you need anything, Frank," Patrick said as he, Pete, and Ryan walked to the front of the tour bus. I nodded my head at him before they left. After they left, I motioned my head for Gerard to come lay with me on my bunk. He happily sat down next to me while he waited for me to make room. He tried to help me, but I held my hand up so he didn't. Once there was enough room he laid down and tried to find a comfortable position without touching me. I almost whined at the lack of touching. Almost.

"Do you still want kids?" Gerard asks after a few minutes of silence, looking me dead in the eye. We've talked about this a lot before. Since Gerard was an Omega he could get pregnant, meaning we had to be careful when we wanted to tango.

"You know I do," I sigh. He wants kids, he really does. I want them more than anything too. But he doesn't think he's ready. He thinks he's going to be a terrible dad. I know it's not true, I've seen him with kids. He's amazing with them. But he still doesn't think he'll make a good dad. But I know it's just the anxiety talking.

He sighs. "Maybe we could ad-" I cut him off. I already know what he's going to say. This is how the conversation goes every single time.

"Gerard. I understand if you're not ready. But if we're going to have kids I want them to be ours. I want to see you hold a little baby in your arms, I want to see them smile up at its daddy. I want their smile to be a replica of yours. I want them to have your eyes and hair and personality. I want this baby to be perfect. I want it to be ours. I want our first kid to have our DNA. To have our blood. Maybe we could adopt eventually but I want the first one to be really special," I finish off with the smile that he loves oh so much. I get the waterworks going every time with that speech. He's smiling at me with silent tears running down his face.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Then I go and ruin the soft caring moment. I jerk up and raise my voice and put enthusiasm in it. "But I mean just imagine it. Four little kids running around, three boys and a little girl. She would have three big brothers to protect her from everything! They would play together and have fun! And we could kick back and relax. We could watch our kids be maniacs and play with each other," I finally look back at him and smile, only he's not smiling back at me.

"Four kids?" He deadpans.

"Oh, I jus-" I try.

"FOUR?" He looks at me in astonishment. "NOPE, I DON'T THINK SO MISTER. UNLESS YOU WANNA CARRY THEM AND RUIN YOUR BODY." I just sit back not knowing what to say. His face softens out, he probably thought he scared me. Gerard almost never yells at anyone, especially not me, his mate, and alpha.

"Three?" I whisper almost inaudible.

"What?" He askes. I don't know if he's asking because he doesn't believe me or because he actually didn't hear me.

"Three?" I ask a little louder this time. He starts laughing. Like how a maniac would laugh. Okay, this is starting to scare me.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GOD DAMN MIND?" He keeps laughing. It's kinda hot.

"Maybe for you...." I say mindlessly. He laughed harder.

"Two. Maybe."

"Three and I'll make it the best sex you've ever had."

"All that plus whenever I ask for a foot rub or back rub you comply without complaint."

"Deal," I hold out my hand for him to shake. He has to lift his torso up so he can grab my hand. We shake.

Then he pulls my hand forward and kisses me.