I painted in my art room. Painting was something that always soothed me whenever I was scared or anxious. And right now, I was terrified for Frank. He was in that scary place with the scary men. If he even was in a place. What if he was dead? What if they killed him and his body is lying in a ditch somewhere?

I heard my front door open and I walked out of my art room. Mikey has been staying with me and sleeping on my couch. In my foyer was some police.

"We've done everything we can but the e-mail can't be traced," one officer said.

I whimpered and Mikey gave me a hug.

"The van also didn't have a license plate so we can't track them by that," he said.

I cried, shaking my head.

"Tell us if you get any more messages," he said. "I'm Officer Wentz, but you can call me Pete. Here's my number, call me if you get anything new so you don't have to go through the operators or anything like that. I'm the director on this case so I'll be the one handling everything."

He wrote something down and Mikey took it.

"Thanks," Mikey said.

Pete smiled and nodded. "And between the three of us, i'm a fan of LeATHERMØUTH so I'm definitely gonna work hard to find Frank."

"Th-thank you," I whispered.

He nodded his head, saying goodbye and walking out. Mikey rubbed my back as I cried into his shoulder.

"Come on, you should finish your painting," he said softly.

I nodded slowly, feeling sick and dizzy.

"Stop worrying," Mikey said. "Frank is tough, he's gonna be just fine. I don't want you to faint, you always used to faint in high school if you got too scared or worried."

"I-I think I need to sit," I said.

Mikey held me sit down and I sighed, burying my hands in my face.

"Want anything? Water? Juice?" He offered.

"Cigarettes and beer sounds even better right now," I mumbled.

"You knows you can't, Gee, not with the baby," he said softly. "Here, I'll get you some water."

He got up and I watched him go to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of ice water. He held it out to me and I took a gulp of it.

"I miss him," I whispered.

"What about the baby?" Mikey asked. "Where's he or she gonna be put?"

I groaned softly, running a hand down my face.

"I...I think I'm gonna have to change my art room into a nursery, Frank and I will have to share the garage where him and the band practices," I said.

"Frank won't mind that, he'll love being able to be around you even more," Mikey said. "And we'll help you decorate. Maybe you can even paint some cool elephants or giraffes on the wall."

"Yeah, whenever I was drawing he would always just sneak into my room and watch me draw," I said softly with a small smile.

"Don't do that," Mikey whispered.

"What?" I asked.

"Talk about him like he's gone," he said. "Frank isn't gone, he's gonna come home."

I looked down at the drink in my hands, watching the way the ice swished around the glass. He reached onto the coffee table and picked up the little square picture. It was a picture of the ultrasound I had gotten. The baby was so tiny, so innocent. They don't even know all the horrible things that's happening with their father. I took it into my hand, feeling my eyes water all over again.

"It's a miracle baby," I said softly.

"And this miracle is gonna have two amazing dads who will be with them forever," Mikey said.

I smiled softly and nodded, resting a hand on my stomach. There was hardly a bump yet, if you could even call of a bump at all, maybe it's the stomach fat that was just already there in the first place. I dreaded for the day I would start showing. The day when I can't go out in public for the weird looks and stares I'll get.

"Everything's gonna be okay," Mikey reassured. "I know what always makes you feel better, listening to Frank's music."

I smiled and nodded as Mikey grabbed the vinyl, putting it on the player. The music was loud, fast, and aggressive and I loved every bit of it. I whimpered, holding Mikey's hand.

"The other guys are coming home today," Mikey told me. "It's better for them to come home and leave the searching for the police, who are all working very hard day and night."

I nodded sadly, taking another drink as I looked down at the picture.

"Just wait until you get to see the look on Frank's face when you tell him you're having a child," Mikey said.

I smiled and ran my finger of the little baby picture.

"Precious miracle," i mumbled.

"I got you some stuff," Mikey said.

He grabbed a bag and pulled out some books. I looked at them and saw some pregnancy books.

"'What to Expect When You're Expecting'," I read, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"I thought it might help since you don't really know a lot about pregnancies," Mikey said, smiling sheepishly.

"Thanks, Mikes," I said quietly. "I'm gonna have so much fun making Frank read this."

Mikey laughed and nodded. "He will definitely not enjoy that."

I looked at the book and smiled. "Thanks, Mikey, I really mean it. If you weren't here I think I'd be completely losing my mind."

"Of course, you're my big brother, I'll always be here for you," he promised.

He patted my back and I smiled. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, the music still playing in the background.

"I think I need a shower," I mumbled.

I got up as he ran a hand through his blond hair. I went to the bathroom and started the shower, stripping myself of my clothes. I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water. It was nice to finally be able to take a shower. Along with painting, showers also helps me relax. The warm water was just so nice and comforting. It made me miss Frank and his warm arms around me.

I wiped the water from my face, letting it rain down on my hair. After a while, the shower eventually ran cold. I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist. I looked at myself in the mirror, looking over my pale skin. I did look healthier now than I had before now that I'm taking vitamins and stuff like that that my doctor had given me.

I looked down at my stomach. My hand rested over it gently and I smiled softly. After I have had a chance to comprehend everything I was pretty happy about this all. This was my baby. I wish the best for this baby. I wish he or she will have two dads by the time they're born. And then Frank and I will love and support this baby until the day we die.

"Hey, Gee, what do you want for lunch?" Mikey called.

"Can I have some macaroni and cheese?" I asked.

"You got it," he said.

I smiled, getting dressed into some clean clothes. I sat on my bed and turned on my tv, finding some movie playing on the Hallmark channel since there was nothing better on. I haven't been feeling very little lately. But I guess it's okay because I should be big for all these serious things going on.

"Hey, Lindsey told me to tell you that you're doing great with everything," Mikey said as he opened the door.

"Why didn't she just text me?" I asked.

"Because you left your phone out in the kitchen," he stated, handing my device to me. "What the hell is that?"

I looked over to where he pointed to the nightstand. There was a wilted flower sitting there and I smiled softly as I picked it up.

"It's the flower Frank gave to me right before he proposed," I said.

"Gee, I love you and all but you should throw that away," he said.

"But...but daddy gave it to me," I whimpered, my eyes filling with tears. "It's one of the last things he gave to me before he went missing, this and my wedding ring. And I can't even wear my wedding ring because of my pregnancy."

"Hey, don't cry," he whispered, sitting next to me as he rubbed my back. "God, I feel weird saying this but I bet you that you two went home and had sex after he proposed, right?"

I nodded slowly as I sniffled.

"And your baby was conceived around the time Frank left, sometime within the week," he said. "And I know frank was too busy to do it the rest of the week because of the tour that was coming up. So really, the last thing Frank gave to you was your child."

"I guess," I muttered.

"And you're gonna have the best damn kid in the world," Mikey said. "And I bet they're gonna be born with hair as red as yours and will be playing guitar at three months."

I giggled quietly at the thought, wiping away my tears.

"And Lindsey and I are going to throw you the best fucking baby shower in the world," Mikey said. "When is it appropriate to throw the baby shower?"

"Not for a while," I said.

"Well, this kid is gonna be spoiled by their Uncle Mikey and Auntie Lindsey," he said.

"You're not gonna be the uncle or auntie," I said.

Mikey looked hurt by my words.

"Will you be the godparents?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," Mikey said, giving me a hug.

He pulled away and he had the biggest smile on his face.

"Remind me to wear your noise cancelling headphones when you ask Lindsey," he said.

I laughed and nodded.

"Will this be okay with Frank?" Mikey asked.

"He loves you guys, I bet he would choose you two too," I said.

He nodded, the smile still on his face.

"I've gotta go check on the noodles," Mikey said. "Lunch should be ready soon."

He got up to leave and I sighed. I looked down at the brown, dried up flower in my hand. It used to be so pretty but now is was ugly and dead, possibly like mine and Frank's relationship. I sighed quietly, throwing the flower in the trash as I walked off to find Mikey.