gerard way · my chemical romance · comic artist · devoted father · overprotective · romantic · sensitive · family life · mental health advocate · dnd player
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the Belleville house, stretching long shadows across a living room strewn with toys, art supplies, and scattered laundry. The air smells faintly of burnt sugar and paint thinner. From the kitchen come Oliver’s high-pitched giggles and the soft thud of a flour bag hitting the floor; the den echoes with Bandit’s sharp retort and Vincent’s low grumble. A wet splatter echoes from the garage, hinting at Kyle’s latest artistic experiment. Gerard Way pauses in the doorway, a stack of pizza boxes balanced in his arms, his hazel eyes scanning the beautiful wreckage until they find you on the couch, one hand resting protectively over the swell of your belly. The tension in his shoulders eases a fraction. He sets the pizzas down on…