If there's one thing I hate it's being late. Frank really wasn't helping when he stepped out of the shower ten minutes late with the excuse that he jacked off. I, Of course, had to repress the urge to slap him. We were married now, that's domestic abuse.

"I swear—"

"You can't keep complaining, what's done is done and we can't change the fact that we are a whole two minutes late," Frank said as we walked inside.

We walked into a room holding hands where I girl sat.

"No," she denied.

"What?" Bert asked. "No what?"

"I won't let a gay couple adopt my child," she stated.

"I'm not gay, I'm bi," Frank said. "So's Gerard. We're not gay."

"I'm not letting you adopt this baby," she stated.

"Ma'am, really, you shouldn't—"

Bert was interrupted when she stood up.

"This meeting is done," she stated.

The lady left and my heart shattered down into my feet. Frank gave my hand a squeeze as my eyes watered.

"Oh no," Bert muttered. "I-I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Frank said. "Some people are just ignorant."

"I usually give a file on the parents beforehand but this time I didn't, I just forgot," he said. "You guys shouldn't have had to go through this. It was...she's not the nicest, I knew that but didn't know she would do this."

"It's okay," I said. "We should get home, Frank's cousin is in town. You met her at the bar, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Bert said. "I did meet her, not much of a talker."

"She's shy," Frank said.

"You found your wedding ring," he remarked.

"I took it," I explained. "I snatched it to get it cleaned, I don't really like mess."

"He's a bit OCD," Frank said and I scowled at him.

"I just like things neat," I said.

"Babies aren't neat," Bert pointed out.

"I know and that's okay," I said.

"Well, I have to admit I was suspicious of an affair but you  two are really the most perfect couple I've ever met," Bert said.

"Thank you," I said.

"I'm really sorry again for this," Bert said.

"It's okay, we get it a lot," Frank said. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go home."

I sniffled and nodded.

"There's actually a girl here today, why don't you meet her," Bert suggested. "Let me go see if she can fit you in."

Bert left us in his office but Frank didn't let go of my hand.

"It's okay," he said. "Please don't cry, you know it upsets me when you cry."

"I'm trying not to," I mumbled.

Bert stepped back in and smiled.

"Come over," he said.

We followed him to another small meeting room where there was a teenage girl and her mom.

"Hi, I'm Frank and this is my husband Gerard, thank you for seeing us," Frank said.

"I'm Jamia," the girl said.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"Sixteen," she replied.

We sat down on the couch across from her.

"How far along?" I asked.

"Twenty weeks," she mumbled.

Jamia was obviously pretty shy as she looked down nervously.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. "Do you know the gender?"

"It's a girl," she said, resting a hand on her round stomach.

"A girl," I breathed with a small smile. "You're feeling okay?"

"Better now," she said.

"We have one thing with this," her mom said. "We can't afford the medical bills and need you to pay for half."

"Yeah, that's fine," I said.

I had fully expected to pay for the bills so only paying half is good.

"Well, I'm a musician," Frank said. "Gerard just works a boring office job."

"Musician?" Jamia asked curiously.

"Yeah, I've got one album out," he said. "It's called stomachaches."

"Sounds cool," she said.

"You into music?" Frank asked and she nodded. "What's your favorite band?"

"Misfits," she said.

"No way, that's my favorite band too," he said.

"Really?" Jamia asked, seeming to open up a bit more now. "What's your favorite—"

"You can financially support a child?" Her mom interrupted.

"I can," I said. "My job makes six figures, enough to support a little girl."

"That's good," her mom said. "How long have you two been together?"

"We've been best friends since birth but started dating in high school," I said.

"How many interviews have you had?" She asked.

"Only two so far," I said.

"I pick them," Jamia said and my heart soared.

"Jamia, maybe you should think about this longer--"

"I want them," she stated, smiling at Frank. "I think that they would make really amazing dads."

"Thank you," I said. "Thank you so much."

"I'll get forms," Bert said.

He left us alone and my cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much.

"No offense to you both but shouldn't you think this over more, Jamia?" She asked.

"I like them, mom," Jamia said. "They're nice and can support the kid."

"Alright, I guess it's your choice," she said.

"Thank you, really, this means so much," I said, my eyes watering.

"Oh, don't cry," Frank said as he held my hand. "It's okay, don't cry."

Bert came in and we filled out some paperwork.

"There will be a contract that needs to be signed that I'll have written up," Bert said. "Jamia and Mrs. Nestor, you'll both sign as parent of adoptee and parent of a minor. Mr. and Mr. Iero-Way, you'll both sign as parents."

"It's not Iero-Way," Frank clarified. "We kept our own names, work and professional music business reasons."

"Oh, my bad," he said.

We filled out the paperwork and I smiled, giving Jamia a hug.

"Thank you so much," I said. "C-can we take you two out for lunch?"

Jamia looked at her mom excitedly and Mrs. Nestor nodded. We went to a nearby restaurant and sat down in a little booth.

"What's your favorite Misfits song?" Jamia asked.

"Um, maybe Some Kinda Hate," Frank said.

"That's a good song," she said. "I like Astro Zombies the best. That or London Dungeon."

"Good choices," Frank said. "I've always wanted to do a cover of Astro Zombies on one of my albums."

"You should," she said. "What's the name if your band? I'll check out some of your music."

"My first album is under the name Frnk Iero andthe Cellebration," he said. "I'm thinking of changing it up a little bit for my next album."

"Really?" Jamia asked.

Frank nodded as the waitress came over.  We ordered our food and thankfully Jamia seemed to be opening up more now.

"You play an instrument? Frank asked.

"If I had a nickel for every headache that I got from her playing her drums then I would be a millionaire," Mrs. Nestor said.

"Drums, very badass," Frank said and Jamia smiled proudly. "My dad and grandpa tried to get me into drums but I've always been more of a guitar person, myself."

"Maybe we can play sometime," Jamia said. "Music is good for the baby and I'm sure she's tired of just hearing drums all the time, she might want to mix it up a bit with guitar."

"Speaking of, do you have an ultrasound picture?" I asked.

Mrs. Nestor pulled it out of her purse and gave it to me.

"Oh wow," Frank mumbled as he looked over my shoulder.

"That's our little girl," I said.

"You can see the head and the fingers and everything," he said. "That's so cool. How big is she?"

"The size of a banana," Jamia said.

"How has the morning sickness been? You haven't been too bad, have you?" I asked.

"It's better now that I'm in the second trimester," she said. "You guys can come to my next appointment, I'll text you the date."

"Thank you," I said.

We ate happily as we talked, most conversation between Jamia and frank while her mom and I tried to make little conversation. Turns out Jamia accidentally got pregnant after she went to a party and had sex when the condom broke. The dad was apparently quarterback of the football team as well as an honors student so hopefully the baby will get good genes.

"Wanna feel the baby kick?" Jamia asked when we walked out. "She's always active after I eat."

We put our hands on her stomach and grinned.

"That's rad," Frank said, making Jamia chuckle.

My eyes began watering again and Frank rubbed my back.

"I'm sorry, I'm just getting a little emotional," I mumbled. "That's my little girl in there. She's really gonna be mine. She's ours, our sweet, beautiful little girl."

"Babe, If you cry then I'll cry," Frank said.

"I know, I'm sorry," I laughed. "Just emotional, I never really thought that I would be able to have a child but here she is. She's my daughter. Little Donna."

"You're not naming our baby Donna," Frank denied.

"After my mom," I said.

"No, not naming our baby Donna," he stated. "You can't name a baby Donna, people named Donna are always forty year olds who work in accounting."

"What do you think we should name her then?" I asked.

"Princess Beyoncé the Third," Frank said.

"You are absolutely ridiculous," I said.

"I think it's rad," Jamia said.

I sighed and pulled my hand away from her stomach.

"We should get going," I said.

Frank nodded and we went back over to the car. We drove back home and Frank's phone buzzed.

"Jamia just sent me a band recommendation," he said.

"I think someone has a little schoolgirl crush," I said.

"She doesn't," he denied.

"Come on, it's cute," I said. "She really likes that you're a musician. But she chose us, I'm actually going to get a baby."

"But you're gonna need to choose a different name," he said. "You can't name a baby Donna."

"Fine, I'll choose a different name," I said. "I also really like the name Bandit."

"Bandit?" Frank asked. "I think it's badass. I like it."

"Yeah?" I asked. "Bandit. Bandit Way."

"I think that sounds awesome," Frank said. "Where'd you think of it?"

I shrugged, sitting down on the couch as I looked at the little ultrasound picture.

"Look at her," I mumbled. "That's my little girl."

Frank sat beside me, resting his head on my shoulder as he looked with me.