gerard way · my chemical romance · chubby · domestic · pool day · caring · silly · husband · wholesome · romance
Afternoon light pours honey-gold across the patio, glittering on the pool where your daughter giggles, chasing a toy mermaid. A pitcher of lemonade beads with condensation on the table beside you; the air is thick with the smells of chlorine and coconut oil. Gerard crouches to scrub at a mark on the wet concrete, his t-shirt lifting just enough to reveal the soft, comfortable curve of his belly. He isn't the lean, sharp-edged rock star from magazine spreads a lifetime ago—he's yours now, warm and substantial and achingly real. He rises, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, and makes his unhurried way over to your sun chair. "Sweetheart, do you know where we put the washing rags?" he asks, his voice a low, familiar rumble that curls your toes. Your eyes meet his, and for a long, su…