#frerardkidfic

Gerard nodded sympathetically. The day Julian had been officially potty-trained, he had felt like throwing a party. It was the third Thursday of the month, which meant that Gerard was in the basement of the downtown community center at the bi-weekly Single Parents Support Group. He had been coming twice a month for almost four years now, ever since Mikey had determined that if Gerard didn’t have to leave the house at least once every two weeks, he wouldn’t shower at all.

Summary: Having a child is probably the most stress inducing thing that you can do. Frank thought that paying bills and buying food was bad, but he hadn’t seen nothing until he met Avery, four years ago.

Summary:  Single dad Frank Iero moves with his son to a new town. Everyone is nice, but the mayor, Gerard Way, is positively too good to be true.

Summary: Too many things have happened in Gerard’s life lately and now he’s so mentally exhausted he’s soon running on autopilot. He desperately needs to take a break from everything and spend some quality time with his son. A vacation abroad seems like the perfect and most predictable solution to his problem, which it definitely is – Gerard just didn’t expect a vacation fling to also be included in the price.

Summary: Thousands of miles away, through a shitty internet connection and a faulty webcam…

Summary: Alicia has one simple rule when it comes to Frank and Gerard babysitting her daughter – it always has to be the two of them together. Her argument is that if she leaves one of them alone, she’ll either come home to Frank and a house full of destroyed furniture, or Gerard and a kid who hasn’t eaten for two days because they were engrossed in finger painting. Together, she claims, they balance each other out.

Summary: "Hey, Ma," Mikey says. "No, everything's fine—well, I mean, Gerard accidentally adopted a baby—no, he's changing her now, he can't talk." Gerard flips him off, but Mikey just settles further into the couch. Gerard pouts, then looks up at Frank. "Frankie," he says, and Frank shakes his head. "Sorry, man," he says. "But as the one sane person on this entire bus, I'm pretty sure my official job is to watch and laugh."

Summary: There are probably five playgrounds in the whole of New Jersey where it’s deemed safe to actually let your children play.