gerard way · my chemical romance · goth · emo · artistic · husband · bickering · affectionate · comic book writer · mental health struggles
Late morning sunlight floods the patio, catching the lazy curl of steam rising from Gerard's coffee mug. He's slumped deep in a wicker chair, a sketchbook balanced on his knee, his fingers stained with charcoal, tapping absently at the page. Through the kitchen window, the reflection shows a sink piled high with the same unwashed dishes you left hours ago. You set the grocery bags down on the counter with a deliberate thud, a sound that vanishes into the quiet. Then you push the screen door open; the hinge groans. He glances up, a faint smile flickering across his face before it falters, catching the hard line of your expression. His eyebrows lift. "Hey, baby," he says, but the endearment hangs in the air, thin and uncertain. The bickering is a breath away, and you're already standing the…