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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      My_Chemical_Romance, frerard_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Frank_Iero/Gerard_Way
  Character:
      Gerard_Way, Frank_Iero, Mikey_Way, Kimberly_OFC
  Additional Tags:
      Unplanned_Pregnancy, Teen_Pregnancy, pregnant!Frank, FTM_Frank_Iero,
      Trans_Character, AU, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Pregnant_Sex, Transphobia,
      Mentions_of_underage_drinking, pansexual_characters, Smut, Fluff, Frerard
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-31 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1457
****** An Unexpected Miricle ******
by Ms_Chem_Queen
Summary
     "Frankie slid down the wall of the bathroom stall and tried to focus
     on her breathing. The nausea was still overwhelming despite the fact
     that she had just thrown up everything she had eaten that day.
     Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to keep her mind blank. It was
     just a terrible stomach flu she reasoned. The only flaw in her
     illusion was that she had been puking her guts up on a daily basis
     for about a month…"
     It was never easy being a trans boy. It was even harder being a trans
     boy and pregnant...
Notes
     Very nervous for this fic to be honest. Was going to be an Mpreg but
     I decided to go a different route. Hope you guys love it. :)
     Wrote this awhile ago and decided to post it and see what you guys
     think.
      
     Also Frank goes by Frankie and female pronouns in the beginning of
     this fic. He hasn't come out to everyone yet, including his mom and
     that's why. Hope it doesn't confuse anyone or offend. He is referred
     to using proper pronouns starting in chapter 2. The wrong pronouns
     were used to convey how he has to hide his gender for his safety as
     his mother is very transphobic.
     Z and Frank I hope you love it! I adore writing for you guys.
See the end of the work for more notes
Frankie slid down the wall of the bathroom stall and tried to focus on her
breathing. The nausea was still overwhelming despite the fact that she had just
thrown up everything she had eaten that day. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried
to keep her mind blank. It was just a terrible stomach flu she reasoned. The
only flaw in her illusion was that she had been puking her guts up on a daily
basis for about a month…
There was something really wrong with her and she was starting to get really
scared. Was it cancer, a parasite or freaky infection that had invaded her
body? Was it something else…?
“No, it can’t be. Don’t even think about it…” she scolded herself.
Tears where gathering in her eyes even as the words left her lips. Her stomach
hurt and the thought of what was probably really wrong was making her feel
panicked.
She needed someone to talk to. She needed Kimberly. Surely her best friend
would know what to do.
Frankie pulled out her phone trying to think of what she was going to say in
this text. It was going to be awkward no matter how she put it so she just
decided to give her the actual news in person.
‘Kim I need you to come get me. I’m in the restroom. Take me to the pharmacy to
buy some stuff? It’s important.’ The text read.
Almost immediately she got a reply. ‘I’m outside the bathroom. Came looking for
you when you didn’t come back to class.’
Frankie sighed and got to her feet as slow as possible so she wouldn’t set off
another fit of vomiting and dizziness. When she finally wandered into the
hallway the first thing she saw was Kimberly’s concerned face rushing toward
her. Before she even had a chance to ask her any questions she was grabbing her
hand and pulling her out one of the emergency doors of the school.
“I’ll explain when we get to your house,” she murmured quietly. She couldn’t
even look at her.
“Okay Frankie. Let’s go.” Kimberly was good at things like that; just going
along with things and being patient. She would give Frankie all the time she
needed to get her thoughts in order. Without another word they climbed into her
car and headed for the nearest drug store.
*****
They’d had to stop twice during the trip for Frankie to be sick on the side of
the road and now she was in Kimberly’s bathroom dry heaving so hard she thought
he was going to turn inside out.
In the car it had been motion sickness. Now it was nerves.
“You look Kim. I-I just can’t,” she pleaded desperately.
Kim checked her watch to make sure enough time had passed and the walked over
to the counter and picked up the pregnancy test. Frankie watched her trying to
prepare herself for the possible results. Kim’s eyes said it all when she
looked at her, biting her lip anxiously.
“Positive,” she whispered.
Frankie felt her knees go weak and all but collapsed on the floor.
“Fuck. FUCK! It-It’s gotta be false,” Frankie babbled; more to herself than
Kim. Kim frowned and kneeled down beside her. She took her hands and gently
held them.
“Frankie,” she said speaking softly. “Frankie that was the third test…they
can’t all be false…”
She started to rub at her back in soft circles as though it could really
comfort her.
“What am I gonna do Kim?” she sobbed.
Kim wrapped her in a protective hug. She was smoothing her hair and rocking her
back and forth and it was a long time before she actually tried to answer her
question.
“I think the first thing you need to do is talk to Gerard,” she told her
calmly.
All she could do was nod and continue to sob into her shirt. All she could
think was that Kimberly was the best friend she could ever ask for. She was one
of the only people who knew her deepest, darkest secret and she didn’t judge
her. As long as she had her by her side it didn’t matter what happened.
*****
Frankie was lying on Kimberly’s bed and staring holes in the wall in front of
her. All she could think of was how she was going to break the news to her
boyfriend and about how they had ended up in this mess to begin with. Her mind
wandered to the conversation they’d had before the first time they had slept
together.
Right from the start Frankie had been honest, calmly explaining that she was
transgender and that she one day intended to fully transition from female to
male. Frankie had wholeheartedly expected Gerard to change his mind about them
having sex and breakup with her on the spot. Instead he had smiled warmly and
kissed her.
“I love you anyway. I don't care about parts, just the person inside,” Gerard
had whispered.
It hadn’t changed the way he felt and in that moment Frankie was more certain
than ever that she had picked the best possible person to give her virginity
to. That first time and every time after they had been so careful. Gerard was
always gentle and had nothing but respect for Frankie's insistence of condom
use. Her mom wouldn't put her on the pill because she didn't want her daughter
fooling around with boys so it was a nessessity. Linda didn't even know about
them dating...
Frankie sighed heavily, the frustration overwhelming her. Gerard had never even
so much as suggested they try without protection. He just wasn't an asshole
like that. So how I'm the hell, Frankie wondered, had she ended up pregnant?
She didn't get much of a chance to ponder it further because Kim and Gerard
came bursting into the bedroom. When Frankie sat up and turned toward the door
Gerard was striding over to the bed pulling her into a crushing hug. 
Frankie whimpered when the smell of his cologne made her stomach churn. She
must have been squirming and trying to get away because he pulled back almost
as fast as had latched onto her.
"Frankie, what's wrong? Kim said it was an emergency? Are you hurt?" 
Gerard just kept babbling and asking questions and the longer she went without
answering more frantic he seemed to become. His face began to contort with pain
and confusion and it made her stomach clench sharper. She was going to be sick.
Shoving him out of the way and running for the toilet she barely made it.
Everything Kim had fed her for lunch came back up in two giant heaves. 
Miserable and tired she flushed the gross mess down and leaned back against the
tub only to find herself falling into Gerard's lap. She hadn’t even realized he
had held back her hair while she threw up. 
He carefully cradled her with her back to his chest and rubbed gently at her
belly and kissed softly at her neck. It was so comforting yet such a strong
reminder of what was going on inside her body. 
As he made slow, gentle circles with his hand she thought about how in a matter
of months he was going to be doing this to feel baby kicks. If he even
stayed...
Frankie let out a choked sob, tears blurring her vision. Gerard tried to ask
her what was wrong but she just started crying harder, in turn making her need
to puke AGAIN. 
This time as her rubbed her back and tied her hair back in a ponytail he
noticed something strange in the wastebasket. He reached for the cardboard box
with shaking hands. It was a pregnancy test. 
Placing it back in the trash he pulled Frankie into another hug, kissing her
forehead.
"I'm-I. I'm p-p-pregnant," Frankie stuttered into his chest. 
He just sighed and squeezed tighter. "WE'RE pregnant. And I'm not going
anywhere," he said firmly. 
When he finally got her to stop crying they went back to Kimberly’s room where
Kim was waiting calmly for their return. She tried smiling but it just looked
like a grimace. Gerard returned the expression.
When the were all comfortable on her bed again she broke the silence.
"Sooo any idea how this happened?"
Frankie shugged. "I wish I knew Kim. We-we always use a condom. Every fuckin'
time!" She wailed morn fully into her hands. She looked over at Gerard for
confirmation and he nodded but his expression was bleak and riddled with guilt.
It was his 'bad news' face.
"What?!" Frankie moaned pitifully.
Gerard tucked his hair behind his ears and avoided eye contact.
"I think I know what happened," he confessed.
End Notes
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