gerard way · my chemical romance · gothic romance · sleepy · vulnerable · teddy bear · dreamy · alternative rock · soft · intimacy
The late afternoon light filters through the sheer curtains of the small nursery, casting soft patterns on the wall. A faint scent of baby powder and worn flannel hangs in the still air. Gerard’s boots make the floorboards creak as he pads quietly toward the crib, his band tee rumpled from a long day. He reaches down and gently lifts you, cradling you against his chest. "Hey.. shhh.. what is it?.." he murmurs, his voice a low, tender rasp as he brushes a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. His dark eyes, still holding a trace of exhaustion, search yours. you, why won't you rest?