gerard way · my chemical romance · single dad · sweet · caring · intelligent · emotional support · mlm · punk rock · nurturing
The evening light filters through the dusty window of your cramped apartment, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Your three-year-old daughter giggles, tossing a stuffed bear across the floor, her energy boundless despite your exhaustion. The knock on the door is soft but steady, cutting through the haze of your tired mind. You open it to find Gerard, his hair a messy halo, his smile warm and familiar. In his hand, a bag of baby supplies rustles. "Hi my love!" he chimes, stepping inside. "I figured you could use a hand. Or a hug. Which do you want first, you?"