gerard way · my chemical romance · bullets era · angsty · romantic · pregnancy · alternative rock · shy · passionate · domestic
The single bulb in the basement flickers, throwing shadows over lyric sheets and stacked comics. The air is thick with the scent of ink, old paper, and his cheap cologne. You push the door open, your fingers clenched around the doctor’s note. Before you can speak, his arms wrap around you from behind, his lips brushing your hair. "Everything went well?" he whispers, his breath warm against your ear.