your every nice word i can think of! (ferared af)

Part 1 rude awakening

                  sleeping was something that scared the shit out of Gerard, especially tonight not only because he's had nightmares about losing custody of bandit and never seeing her again. it was because Gerard had seen something tonight something out side his window he thought it was nothing an animal or possibly the tree out side.he shrugged it off like nothing until he hear voices outside and again it could have been the the teens that lived next door messing around.then he heard glass break and a teenage boy cursed "shit!' a girl screamed "sorry" and the sound of teens running away and jumping the fence. Geared cursed softly walking over to  the glass that he  would have to clean up. than heard the 15 year bandit jump out of bed and run down the hall way. "daddy you ok!?" she looked like she was about to cry, Gerard's fatherly instincts kicked in as he ran to him daughter and put his arms around her. he could feel her tears   against his shirt. it even made him cry to see his daughter like that. 

  "Im okay." geared said this as she pulled away and looked at her dad with tears left in her eyes. "I thought some thing happened to you!" she started to cry even more. every tear that feel from her eyes was another pice of geared's heart was shattered. 'haha much like the glass' geared thought. 

bandit sat and watched her dad sweep up the glass and opened the trashcan so he could put the pieces of shattered glass in. geared put bandit to sleep but not before bandit asked him to sing to her. geared sat down on his daughter's bed and started to sing and rub her hair as he sang to her as she fell asleep in her father's arms

Baby mine, don't you cry.

Baby mine, dry your eyes.

Rest your head close to my heart,

Never to part, baby of mine.

Little one, when you play,

Pay no heed what they say.

Let your eyes sparkle and shine,

Never a tear, baby of mine.

If they knew all about you,

They'd end up loving you, too.

All those same people who scold you,

What they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your hair down to your toes,

You're not much, goodness knows.

But, you're so precious to me,

Sweet as can be, baby of mine.