Do you guys think Gee's having a boy or a girl?

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"What name are you going to give your baby?" Mikey asked.

"I don't know," I said. "Me and Frankie will come up with names."

"Gee," Mikey said softly, "I'm sorry but I think it's time you start thinking without Frank here."

"B-but what if he comes back and he doesn't like the name?" I asked.

"If the baby is young enough you can still change it," Mikey said. "But I'm sure he'll love any name. The hardest part is choosing the surname."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You and Frank are planning on getting married," he said. "What last name have you chosen?"

"We never decided," I said. "He was taken before we could."

"Well, if you choose Iero and Frank never comes home then your child will have a different last name," he said. "And if you choose Way then they won't have the same last name as Frank when he comes back. The best bet is probably Iero-Way."

I sniffled quietly and looked down.

"I don't want to think of this without him," I said.

"So, who do you want with you during the operation?" He asked.

"N-no," I cried. "I only want Frankie there."

"I'm sorry, Gee, but I don't think he's gonna come back in time," he said. "You have to think about this for when Frank's not here. It'd be a miracle if Frank comes back in time for the baby to be born."

"This baby is a miracle," I stated. "If one happened then why can't another?"

"Gee--"

He stopped when I shook my head and sobbed.

"Who do you want there?" Mikey asked.

"I-I don't know," I whispered. "How many people are even allowed?"

"Brendon said usually one but they can make exception," Mikey told me.

"Okay, I want you and Lindsey with me," I said. "B-but if Frankie does come home will you be upset if I ask for only him there?"

"Of course we won't be upset," Mikey said. "We love you, anything you want."

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"I'm tired," I whispered. "I think I'm gonna head to sleep. I have to wake up about every two or three hours to pee, I'm so tired."

Mikey smiled at me and nodded as I stood up. I went off to my bedroom, laying down on the bed. I've learned not to sleep on my left side, the baby kicks and moves more than. Although not completely displeasing, it was sometimes bothersome while I'm trying to sleep.

But after laying here for a while, I realized I now couldn't fall asleep. I got up and went to my closet, opening the safe. I pulled out the backpack and grabbed the notebook. I froze when I saw a picture taped to the cover it.

It depicted Frank, his body lying in a puddle of blood. His eyes were closed, the kitten stuffie held limp in his hand. There was so much blood, too much lost to ever survive.

I sobbed, burying my head in my hands. I missed the chance to get him home. He was dead now. I never got to say goodbye or tell him I love him. I let out a soft scream, pulling at my hair. The baby didn't move, almost as if sensing the sudden distress.

I took a few deep breath, rubbing my stomach gently as I tried to calm down. I had to stay calm for the baby.

"It's okay," I whispered. "Everything's gonna be fine, baby, just like I told you, I'm gonna be the best damn single dad I can ever be. I love you, sweetheart."

I thought I felt a little flutter of movement.

"You have to keep your head, Gee," I whispered. "Stay calm for the baby."

Maybe I can think more like Jamia. I can do this, I have to do this for the baby.

I took a deep breath, looking at the photo again as I choked back a sob. But this time I noticed something. His cheeks still had that rosy color to them and his skin was a normal color. They didn't kill him, that's just fake blood to mess with me.

"Oh thank god," I cried.

I taped it into a new page in the notebook when a new thought occurred to me. They were in here again. They got the safe open without the key. They must have some really good tools.

I should be surprised but I'm not. They found a way in here again. They managed to move my armoire from the window. If not that, then they went through a different part of the house.

"See this, sweetheart?" I asked. "He's still living, he might still be able to come home. Maybe even for your birth. He'll come home and he'll take care of us again."

I took a deep breath, looking around. They know I have this information but they aren't taking it. Maybe this is part of their game. They want me to get close and I'm scared to find out why.

After a while I finally decided to go to bed. Even the baby was inactive because it was so late. I stood up, putting everything away before crawling into bed.

I wasn't asleep for long when I suddenly woke up to the sound of shouting. My mind was still foggy when the door burst open and someone jumped on me. Two hands wrapped around my throats and I gasped.

"I can't have my baby, you can't have yours!" Mrs. Iero screamed.

I gasped for air but got nothing from the tight grip on my throat. It hurt so badly as everything was starting to fade away, the outer parts of my vision starting to turn black. I could feel my lungs burning as tears stung my eyes. I clawed at her hands, kicking my legs but nothing worked.

She was pulled from me suddenly and I gasped, sputtering for air. I cried, my hand resting on my neck gently as I sobbed.

"Linda, calm down," Frank Sr. said. "You need to relax. We're gonna go to Dr. Collins now."

He walked Linda out before he came back to my side. I coughed hoarsely and looked at him.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Sh-she kind of lost her mind when Frank went missing. I've been avoiding it but I think I need to put her into a hospital."

I nodded and he hurried out. Mikey came in and rubbed my back softly.

"Th-the baby," I cried. "I couldn't breathe, baby couldn't breathe too. That's dangerous."

"Let's get you to the hospital," he said.

I nodded, resting a hand on my stomach as I got up. When I glanced in the mirror, I saw the red marks around my neck. We got into the car quickly, well, as quickly as I could.

"But Dr. Urie's not gonna be there," I worried. "I want Dr. Urie."

"Gee, this can be an emergency," he said. "We take what we can get."

We drove to the hospital and I called Dr. Urie on the way. I felt guilty about waking him up but he said it was a good thing that I called him and that he'd meet me there.

By the time we were in the hospital room, it was almost four in the morning. Dr. Urie listened to the baby's heartbeat.

"Well, heart rate is normal," he said. "No late or variable declerations. We'll put an oxygen mask in your for a little bit just to be safe."

I nodded my hand and before I knew it a clear mask was put over my face.

"How'd this happen?" He asked.

"Well, we kind of lied when we said Frank was on a business trip," Mikey stated. "He was kidnapped a little while ago. His mom sort of snapped and freaked out at Gerard. She tried strangling him."

"I'm sorry," Dr. Urie said quietly.

We left the mask on for twenty more minutes before he took it off. Dr. Urie's fingers ran over my neck gently and I whimpered.

"The bruises shouldn't last too long," he said.

I winced when he pressed his fingers harder.

"I don't think there's any damage," he stated. "You should be fine."

"And nothing's wrong with the baby?" I asked nervously.

"Well, they lost oxygen for a little bit but there's no serious damage," he said. "The baby was probably just in distress for a while. They seem to be better now."

I nodded, rubbing my stomach gently as I looked down with watery eyes.

"Can I talk to him alone for a minute?" He asked Mikey.

I heard him leave and Brendon stepped closer.

"Are you scared, Gee?" He asked.

I nodded and he rubbed my back reassuringly.

"About the baby or Frank?" He asked.

"Both," I said. "I'm scared for Frank's safety. And I would be happy for the baby but I'm scared because Frank isn't gonna be here to take care of them."

"You're gonna be a great parent," he said. "And you've been reading so much, you'll be able to take care of a baby like a pro."

I smiled softly, letting out a quiet breath. Something about Brendon was so relaxing.

"I'm scared for the c-section too," I said quietly.

"You won't feel a thing," he promised. "You'll be on some pretty strong pain medication, epidural. Some people say they sort of feel a tugging but that's it."

"How soon will I be able to hold the baby?" I asked.

"After we stitch you up and test them," he said. "But only if you're feeling up for it, some women aren't able to hold the baby because of the medicine. After that we'll take them to the nursery while you go to the recovery room to get some rest."

"Do they have to go?" I asked.

"You'll have pretty major abdominal surgery," he said. "We'll make sure the baby eats while you have time to rest and get well."

"I'm scared of the bunny men," I whispered and he looked at me in confusion. "They're the people who took Frank. They torture him physically and me mentally. They've told me to kill my baby, I don't want them to hurt my child when they're down in the nursery and out of my sight."

"I'll make sure there's extra security at the doors," he said.

"Thank you for everything," I whispered.

"Of course," he said. "I'll hang around for a little while after your baby is born, just to make sure everything's okay."

I nodded my head, smiling softly. Maybe this will be okay after all.