Yesterday my teacher was asking me about my chemical romance and he thought they just performed a couple weeks ago in Detroit but I had to explain to him that it was only frank Iero and not mcr

Also there's a trigger warning

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"Congratulations, you're perfectly healed," Dr. Urie said. "I guess this is the last time we'll be seeing each other."

I smiled softly, giving him a hug.

"How have you been feeling?" He asked.

"Just tired, Miles hardly sleeps at night," I said. "We take turns getting up at night to go take care of him."

"Well, I have to head back to California," he said. "Make sure you send me photos of these two cuties."

He smiled at Lily and Miles and I nodded.

"They're so precious, that's gonna change when they get to be teenagers," Dr. Urie said.

"I think I'm just worried about when Lily grows up and she wants to shop a lot," Frank said.

"Are you kidding me? I think boys are worse," Brendon said. "Have you ever seen a teenage boy and his shoes? I've seen my son and his friends and they're like obsessive of their shoes. They need the most expensive ones. If I wasn't a doctor then my son would've run us broke."

"Well, now we got two kids to worry about," Frank said.

"Well, your new band seems to be doing pretty well, maybe you'll be rich by the time they're grown up," Brendon pointed out.

I smiled softly, kissing Frank's cheek.

"I should let you guys go now," he said. "Don't forget to send me photos."

I smiled, hugging him again. Frank shook his hand and he gave the kids hugs. Well, gave Lily a hug, kissed Miles' forehead.

"You're gonna have to come by and visit," I said. "And bring your husband and son along too."

"Definitely," Brendon agreed. "And if you're ever in LA then call me, my house is welcome to you, the hotels there are pretty expensive."

I smiled happily, nodding my head.

"Maybe once the kids are bigger," I said. "I'm sure they'd have a lot of fun there."

I held Lily's hand as Frank carried Miles out to the car.

"Let's go grab some food," Frank said.

I nodded as we drove off to a nearby restaurant. We sat in a booth, me next to Lily and Frank next to Mile in his car seat.

"What do you want, Lily Bear?" I asked.

She pointed to the picture of the mac n' cheese and picked up her crayons to color on the menu. We ordered our food and Miles started crying. Frank picked him up, grabbing a warm bottle to feed him.

"There we go," Frank muttered, smiling softly. "No need to cry, I'll always be here for you."

I smiled, watching Frank as he made faces at Miles. He loved being a dad, he loved having kids and taking care of them.

"Frank Iero?" Someone asked.

I looked up at some girl, who looked to be in her late teens. From the ripped jeans and nirvana shirt, I could tell she was a fan.

"Oh my god, it is you," she said. "Can I get a photo?"

Frank looked down at Miles and I held my arms out. He handed him to me as he went up to take the picture with her.

"I saw all the videos on the internet," she said quietly. "I'm so sorry about everything that happened."

Frank didn't say anything, just took Miles back as he sat down and kissed his forehead. I sighed and stood up.

"He doesn't like to talk about," I whispered.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled.

She walked off and I sighed as I sat down.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Frank didn't say anything, just watched Miles eat.

"She didn't mean to upset you," I said.

He bit his lip, shaking his head as he stayed quiet.

"Who's dat?" Lily asked.

"She's just someone who likes it when your dad plays guitar," I said.

"I like it," she said.

"I know you do," I replied, kissing her cheek.

She smiled, picking up her crayons. I smiled, leaning close to her.

"Draw a picture for your dad," I whispered.

Lily nodded, finishing coloring in the cartoon hamburger with the arms and legs and the funny face and the funny hat. It was scribbled with random colors but she was so proud of it.

"Dada, for you," Lily said, handing him the menu.

Frank looked at it and smiled.

"Thank you, Lily Bear, it's so beautiful," he said.

He looked happy again, I knew he would. He loves our kids with all his life. We finally finished eating and handed back home. Frank had put Lily down for his nap and I was changing Miles' diaper in his room. He was being fussy, of course. Unlike Lily, he didn't like getting his diaper changed.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's okay," I cooed. "Dada's gonna make it all better. Everything is gonna be okay again. I mean, I don't have a job anymore, I had to quit when I started showing. But it's okay, I know how to make up for it. I can get money from those men again, I hate sleeping with them but I'd do it to support you and your sister. And dad's band is making more music, they've almost got a full album. We'll take care of you, there's no need to worry."

I put his clothes back on, kissing his forehead before setting him in his crib. My stomach dropped when I opened the door and saw Frank standing there with the baby monitor.

"Daddy--"

"Don't," Frank interrupted.

My lip quivered as I watched him pace for a moment, running his fingers through his hair.

"You've been sleeping around for money again?" He asked.

"Not since I found out I was pregnant," I said. "B-but I did it before and you didn't care."

"That was different, Gerard," he said. "You had to keep Lily alive, that was a last resort. You didn't have to go back to doing it again, we aren't that broke."

"You were going to give up music," I stated. "I couldn't let that happen, music is everything to you."

"I can live without my fucking music!" He snapped. "What I can't live with is coming home from work wondering who my husband has been sleeping with!"

"I was only trying to help," I whimpered.

"I never knew fucking people was helping!" He shouted. "Gerard, what you're doing is fucking illegal! Do you want to go to prison and only get to see your kids once a week through a window?!"

I cried, shaking my head. Frank took a deep breath, like he was trying to control himself.

"Is he even mine?" He asked.

I frowned in confusion. "Wh-what?"

"Miles, is he even my kid?" Frank repeated, his voice low and eerie.

"Of course he's your kid," I said. "I promise, he's yours. I always used protection."

It didn't look like that made him feel any better. He let out a low growl, throwing the baby monitor against the wall. I shrieked, jumping as I covered my head.

"I can't believe you fucking did this!" Frank shouted. "I would give everything up for you but you go and whore yourself off!"

"I only did it so that way you didn't have to give everything up!" I cried. "I'm sorry!"

I could hear the kids crying and I wanted nothing more than to go comfort them. Frank shook his head, running a hand down his face. I watched as he grabbed Miles' diaper bag, putting in some of his and Lily's clothes.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

"We are going to stay at my parents house," Frank stated.

"No, please, Frankie, we can talk this out," I begged. "Please, you can't take my kids from me."

He went into both the bedrooms, grabbing our kids. I shook my head, sobbing as I watched him.

"Dada!" Lily cried, reaching for me as Frank opened the door.

"He's going to stay here," Frank said, "And he's going to think about whether or not he actually wants this marriage and this family."

"I do," I sobbed. "I love you with all my heart, I'm nothing without you. Please, you can't leave me, you can't take the kids."

Frank didn't say anything, just walked out and shut the door. I watched out the window as he got the kids into the car before driving off.

I fell to my knees, curling into a little ball on my side. I was shaking, sobbing. I didn't want this to happen, I needed them to live. They were everything to me. What was I supposed to be without them? I was the artist who could have children and was marrying the cool musician. Without them I was just Gerard, I was nothing.

I felt like I sat there for hours, just sobbing as I heard the door open. I didn't flinch or cry when he dropped the noose down in front of me, I already know how the game goes, I really should've expected this.

"You have nothing now. No husband, no kids, no job, no art. You're nothing, what do you even have to live for?"

Nothing.

Without my kids and my husband I didn't have anything to live for.

My breathing was eerily calm as I followed him. I stumbled a couple of times but he just ignored me. He didn't care about me, no one cared about me. Without my family I was nothing.

I watched him tie the noose in my closet to the railing that hung my dresses. I watched the way it swung softly, too fast for my liking.

"You have nothing now."

"Nothing," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to look at me and I felt so empty. He was really taking me kids away from me, I needed them, I needed him. They were my whole world.

I stepped up onto the box he had set up for me. It was all so clean, so perfect. Nobody would suspect anything other than a suicide.

"Nothing," I whispered. "I have nothing."

He leaned against the doorway, watching me as I watched him back. My kids were gone, my husband was gone.

"You've lost everything you loved because you were whoring around."

I break down into sobs again as I nodded. I wrapped the noose around my neck slowly. I want this to be over, just like I always wanted ever since Frank first went missing. I want it to be over.