Rebel Chic (Book One Rebel Series/frerard)

Chapter 29

I hate Frank Iero

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I was finally able to see Frank again and I was so happy. It's been a couple weeks and I just wanted to kiss him again. Patrick's been telling me how he's doing and he's getting a lot better apparently.

I made sure I looked okay before going into the hospital room. Frank looked so much better now. His hair was washed and his skin had color in it. I couldn't see the bandages anymore, he wore a loose t-shirt. Frank wasn't connected to the machines anymore and he seemed to be moving around a lot easier.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed.

I hurried to his side and Frank smiled.

"Baby boy, I missed you," Frank said, giving me a kiss. "I love you."

I felt my eyes filled with tears.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asked, cupping my cheek in his hand.

"I just missed you so much," I whimpered.

He smiled, kissing my forehead. I sat beside him and held onto his hand. I rested my head on his shoulder and smiled.

"Let's go for a walk," he said.

"A-a walk?" I asked.

Frank nodded, starting to get up. I whimpered, shaking my head as I grabbed his arm.

"No, you're gonna hurt yourself," I worried.

"Baby, I'm fine, Patrick said I should be getting out of bed more anyways before I start atrophying," Frank said.

I let him get up and out breath and he smiled softly. Frank wrapped an arm around me as we walked and I could tell he only did it so he could lean against me for support, even if he tried to hide it. We moved slowly as we got upstairs and Frank went towards the kitchen.

"Daddy, I'm thirsty," I said. "Can I have juice?"

"He hardly ever drinks anything," Patrick said. "He only likes getting drinks from you, he won't accept them from anyone else."

"Baby boy, it's okay to take drinks from other people," Frank said. "You're safe, I promise."

I whimpered and shook my head but Frank didn't say anything more. He poured me some juice and sat beside me as I drank, smiling when I finished.

"Grab your coat, sweetheart, let's take a walk outside," Frank said.

He leaned against the wall as I put on my coat. Frank didn't put on any sort of jacket, just slipped on some shoes. We walked out the front door and Frank smiled softly.

"God, I've fucking missed being outside," he said. "Finally some fresh air."

He stilled leaned against me as we walked slowly. Patrick was following a little bit behind in case anything were to happen. We walked around the yard for a little bit and I was so happy. Even though I was getting a little tired from carrying his weight, I didn't ever wanna stop.

"Come on, let's sit down," Frank said.

We sat down on a bench together and he took some deep breaths.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Yeah, sweetheart, my legs are just tired," he said. "I'm just not used to walking very much."

I held onto his hand, resting my head on his shoulder gently.

"I missed you so much, daddy," I said. "I'm glad you're getting better."

"Me too," Frank agreed. "Because if I recall, I still promised you a night where I'd make you come four times. Birthday or not I'm gonna fuck you all night long as soon as I'm well enough to."