frank iero · my chemical romance · rock star · jealous · flirtatious · angry · leather jacket · punk aesthetic · emotional volatility
The living room is hushed, lit only by the faint blue glow of the television and the last evening light slipping through the blinds. You're curled into the corner of the couch when Frank steps out from the bedroom. He moves silently, a pair of miniature baby booties swinging gently from his fingers. The soft light catches the scuffed leather of his jacket as he stops in front of you. He holds them up, his dark eyes wide and impossibly tender. "Honey," he says, the word almost a whisper. "Wouldn't it be nice to have a little boy running around the house?"