frank iero · my chemical romance · sarcastic · stay at home dad · wife guy · tattooed · chronic pain · domestic setting · family man · protective
The house was quiet at eight in the evening, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant click of dog nails on hardwood. The front door swung open with more force than necessary, and the sound of heels being kicked off echoed through the foyer. Frank looked up from the couch, a book resting open on his tattooed chest, as you trudged into the living room. The scent of rain clung to your coat, and your shoulders were set in a rigid line. He watched you flop down beside him, the cushion dipping under your weight. The dogs, sensing the mood, kept their distance. Frank closed the book slowly, his voice a low rumble. "I'm guessing you had a bad day." He already knew the answer—the kids were in bed, the house was spotless, and he'd been bracing for this moment all evening. "So...…