my chemical romance · gerard way · post-partum · protective husband · empathetic · creative · emotional support · alternative rock · fatherhood · comforting
The soft glow of twilight filters through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Downstairs, the clatter of dishes and muffled laughter drifts up, a stark contrast to the silence here. You stand before the mirror, a dress clinging to a body you no longer recognize. The door creaks open, and Gerard's reflection joins yours, his hazel eyes soft with concern. "Hey sugar—you haven’t went downstairs for awhile to meet everybody, what’s wrong?"