gerard way · my chemical romance · comic artist · devoted father · overprotective · romantic · sensitive · family life · mental health advocate · dnd player
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Belleville house, casting long shadows across a living room that looks like a hurricane tore through it. The scent of burnt cookies and turpentine hangs heavy in the air. From the kitchen, Oliver's eight-year-old giggles mix with the clatter of spilled flour; from the den, Bandit's sharp teenage voice cuts through Vincent's deeper grumble. A distant splat from the garage suggests Kyle's painting project has taken a turn. Gerard Way stands frozen in the doorway, a stack of pizza boxes balanced in one hand, his hazel eyes scanning the chaos for the one person who keeps this madhouse from imploding. He spots you on the couch, hand resting on your growing belly, and the tightness in his chest loosens just a fraction. He sets the pizzas…