(1 Month Later)
Gerard was sitting on the couch watching Doctor Who while Frank was upstairs with Bandit. She wanted help picking the most rockstar look. She had wanted her father to help her, but Frank wouldn't let Gerard get up.

Gerard was now 7 months pregnant. Frank didn't really want him doing much and truthfully Gerard didn't either. Everytime he walked his feet would start hurting.

Gerard started to get hungry so he slowly stood up from the couch. He waddled over to the kitchen and opened the pantry. He felt a slightly sharp pain in his abdomen. He felt something wet in his pants.

"Frank!" Gerard screamed. He can hear running.

"What's wrong?" Frank asked out of breath.

"My water just broke" Gerard then doubled over and screamed in pain.

"Oh shit!" Frank then ran out of the kitchen.

"Frank! Why the hell did you disappear!?!" Gerard yelled before he felt the pain again.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" Frank chanted as he ran upstairs to get his phone. He shakily dailed Patrick's number.

(At The Wentz Household)
Patrick was chopping up some vegetables for the lunch he had planned. Dylan was in the living room playing with Bowie. Pete was up in their room writing. Patrick didn't really question what he was typing up on his computer. He was sorta hoping it wasn't lyrics. He didn't want to go on another tour.....yet.

He felt a tug on his pant leg so he looked down to see Dylan. "What's wrong baby's?"

"Celer" Dylan said pointing at the chopping board. He still couldn't fully pronounce certain words.

Patrick smiled and pulled a stick of celery from the stock. He bent down and handed it to Dylan. He smiled and bit the celery. He bounced out the room, happy with his celery stick.

Patrick smiled and turned back to chopping up the food. His phone started blasting the stupid ringtone Pete put. It was of Kayne West making that noise he does on repeat. 

Patrick grabbed a dish towel and wiped his hands. He then grabbed his phone to see Frank was calling.

"Hey. What's up?" Patrick said answering the phone.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. I don't know what to fucking do. I'm fucking freaking out so fucking much" Frank said very quickly.

"Wait. Slow down, Frank. What's wrong?" Patrick asked calmly.

"Gerard's going into labor" Frank said.

"Okay. Just go and grab that baby bag you guys have. Then get Gerard and Bandit in the car and drive to the hospital. We're gonna meet you guys there"

"Okay. Bye" Patrick could hear Frank rushing around before he hung up.

Patrick quickly went to the living room. "Come on Dylan. We have to go"

"Where?" Dylan asked while looking up at his "mom" with wide blue green eyes.

"We're gonna go see Uncle Gerard and Uncle Frank. So come on. Let's go" Dylan started to get off the couch and followed his mom.

"Pete!" Patrick called up the stairs. He grabbed Dylan's jacket that's in the closet. "Pete!" Patrick yelled again. He put Dylan's jacket on him. "Peter!"

He finally heard Pete coming out of the room and down the stairs. "What's wrong?"

"Gerard's going into labor" Patrick responded as he picked Dylan up.

"Shit!" Pete grabbed his jacket and the car keys. They all got into the car and Pete started driving sorta fast. Not too fast because he knew Dylan was in the car.

"Why weren't you responding to me when I was calling for you?" Patrick asked.

"I didn't hear you. I was busy" Pete said.

"With what?" Patrick pressed.

"We're here" Pete said parking the car in the hospital parking lot. The family got off and walked in.

"Uncle Patrick!" Bandit ran and hugged Patrick's legs.

"Hey Bandit"

"I'm guessing you are related to either Gerard or Frank Iero?" A nurse said.

"We're good friends with the couple" Patrick informed her.

"Oh okay. Gerard is in a room with Frank. We can't have little ones back there so I had to keep an eye on her" she said.

"Oh okay" he put Dylan down since he was kicking his feet to go play with Bandit. "Can you watch them?" Patrick asked looking at Pete.

"Yeah. If you need to send Frank out here so I can calm him down" Pete softly said. Patrick nodded his head and followed the doctor to the room.

"Hey" Patrick said as he walked in.

"Fuck. Thank god you're here" Frank said sounding stressed. He hugged Patrick thankful for his friend.

"Hey. How you doing?" Patrick sat next to Gerard.

"It fucking hurts so bad. I want this kid out of me" Gerard said on the verge of tears.

"I'll get Cecilia" Patrick stood up and went to the nursing station to look for her. "Oh Cecilia" he said once he spotted the black haired woman.

"Oh Patrick. Lovely to see you. You doing okay?" She asked.

"Yeah. I'm doing really good. I just same to support Gerard. I think he might be ready to push. I'm not 100% sure"

"Alright. Guess I better go. We can catch up afterwards" she patted his arm and then left to the room.

Patrick went to the waiting room since Gerard will most likely be giving birth now. He walked in to see Dylan and Bandit playing with the toys that were always kept in the backpack they took everywhere. Pete was sitting there watching them. Patrick went and sat next to his husband.
They both didn't talk for awhile. Just sitting there watching the kids.

"Is Frank okay?" Pete asked after awhile.

"Yeah. Gerard is giving birth now" Pete nodded and kept quiet.
"So...are you gonna tell me what you were busy with earlier?"

"I've been writing" Pete simply said.

"Absolutely, but about what. What's got you so busy?" Patrick asked. He felt like all the time Pete was on his computer typing.

"I'm writing another book"

"Okay. Is there a reason you didn't tell me? Cause I don't mind"

"It's about us. About everything we've been through. Our friendship, our relationship, our family, our losses"

"I don't care, Pete. You can write about anything you want to write"

"It's just...I didn't know if you would be upset with me writing about the kids" Patrick instantly knew what he meant by kids.

"Peter, I really don't mind. Do I really come off as not supportive?"

"No" Patrick went wide eyed and Pete quickly turned to hold Patrick's hands. "I didn't mean it like that. I mean you are the most supportive husband I know. It's just that I didn't know if you wanted the world to know every thing about the baby's"

"I don't mind. I mean I'm not fully over our lost and I don't think I'll ever be. Its okay if you write about it" Pete nodded and kissed Patrick softly. "I love you"

"I love you too" Patrick said looking back at their cute son.

(Meanwhile with Gerard Way pushing a kid out)

Gerard was pushing whenever Cecilia told him to. He was gripping Frank's hand tightly causing Frank to wince.

"I hate you so much Frank!" Gerard yelled while he was pushing harder.

"I love you and your doing so good" What Frank didn't see coming was Gerard throwing a punch. Directly at Frank's crouch. Frank groaned and bent down holding his crotch. "Keep pushing" Frank said from the floor.

"Shut up!" Gerard yelled. Finally after the painful pushing there was a baby crying.

Gerard leaned his head back and smiled. Frank had stood up and saw the baby that Cecilia was holding. He cut the cord and the nurses clean the little one up. Cecilia then brought the baby over and place the buddle into Gerard's arms.

"It's a boy" Cecilia told the new parents. Frank moved to look at the little boy. He was squirming around a lot and Gerard was trying to calm him down.

"Hey little guy" Frank said causing the little one to stop moving.

"Wow. Guess he really likes you" Gerard said.

"He's gonna love you more than me. Trust me" Frank kissed Gerard's sweaty forehead.

"What should we name him?" Gerard asked.

"How about we say the name we think will be great at the same time?"

Frank nodded his head and started counting down. "1,2,3"

"Miles"

"Miles"

The couple smiled at each other and then looked down at their baby.

"Guess your name is Miles" Gerard said.

"Miles Iero" Frank softly said. Gerard looked at his husband and kissed him softly.

"I'm gonna get Patrick and Pete. I'll stay out there to watch the two" Gerard nodded his head and looked at Miles. He had a small amount of dark brown hair and nice golden brown eyes.

"Hey" Patrick said once they walked into the room.

"Hey. Come here" Patrick walked over to his friend. Gerard placed the newborn in Patrick's arms and Patrick cradled him. Pete looked over Patrick's shoulders to look at the little baby boy.

"What's his name?" Pete asked Gerard.

"Miles"

"Miles" Patrick softly said to the tiny bit in his arms. "I'm Uncle Patrick. I'm gonna always be here for you Miles." Patrick kissed his little forehead and handed him to Pete.

"Hey buddy. I'm Uncle Pete. I'm sure you and Dylan will get along well" Patrick was looking at Pete loving the image. It reminded Patrick of when Pete first held their son.

Pete looked at Patrick and they had one of their silent conversation.

'I want another one Trick'

'Me too'

'Soon'

Patrick nodded his head ending their conversation. Pete handed Miles back to Gerard and bid their goodbye. They had to put Dylan to bed since he was getting tired. Patrick kept thinking about how adorable Miles was.

Next Day
Gerard and Miles were release from the hospital. They got home and Gerard just wanted to go to bed. He felt so sore. Patrick didn't tell him about the feeling of afterbirth. He laid in bed and Frank followed with Miles in his arm.

Gerard put the pillow they got for Miles and put it on the bed. Frank softly placed him in the middle. Frank was so tired that he rested his head by Miles and fell asleep with his son. He had put his arm softly around miles stomach. It was almost like a protective hold.

Gerard smiled and pulled his phone out. He saw that Frank had tweeted yesterday the Miles was born. They had talked about telling the public about Miles and they agreed that they should. So Gerard took a picture of the two and posted on Instagram.

He captioned it, 'Miles Iero with his dad @frankieromustdie. Can't wait for what's ahead for us' Gerard truly couldn't wait for what's ahead.