Copyrights: I do not own My Chemical Romance or anything relating to them ("The Black Parade", wives, children, etc.). I also do not own the two songs used as ringtones in this story ("Redundant" by Green Day, "Bark at the Moon" by Ozzy Osbourne); those belong to the respective artist and/or their recording companies. The iPhone also belongs to Apple. Though the main characters in this fic are real people, the plot and concept are of my own design. The dialogue and any thoughts coming from said characters is my own and does not necessarily reflect those of the real indiviuals. Any original characters are mine as well. Some events in this story actually happened and were not made up by me. Please no copying my ideas. Thank you.

Well, now that all that legal stuff is out of the way, I am so excited to say that this is my first published fan fic. I've written a lot more, but I've never really done anything with them. They're just sitting in the files on my laptop, gathering dust. After a little polish I might post them. Anyway, I hope you like this one. I know that the twins were born after the "Black Parade" but it just fits into the story, so don't hurt me! As I said, this is my first published fic, so I want reviews please. Comments, questions, criticisms, anything. Be honest, but keep it civil. That would be greatly appreciated, thank you. This is the second part of a trilogy. I know it's weird I'm putting up part 2 first, but it'll make sense when the other two are up, trust me. Well, without further yacking, I give you Part II of "The One" Trilogy. Enjoy!

Never Leave Me…

Jamia's POV

I set the twins in their cribs and just watched them as they slept. They look so much like their father, especially their eyes. I kissed both of their foreheads and walked out, turning down the lights. I walked to the kitchen to get myself some coffee.

After I made some, I walked to the room that I promised myself I wouldn't. I stood at the door, a tear going down my cheek and into my coffee. Why was I so emotional? He's only on tour, but he's in England, days away from me. At least he got to see his girls when they were born. He even stayed for the first three months of their lives. It's been a week since he left.

I shakily took the knob and opened the door. It was the room where he practiced. He made it so he could stay home with Cherry and Lilly when I was at work. I don't think I've ever been in here before. Well, I have, but not since he redid it. It had posters of all his favorite bands everywhere. Most of his guitars were with him on the Black Parade tour right now, but there were still two left. Something caught my eye. I walked up to a picture frame and saw it was us when we first started dating, he was holding me piggyback style. I picked it up and smiled warmly. That was a sweet memory. I put it back down. There were other pictures of him and his family, his mom, grandpa, dad. I remember when I first met his grandpa. What a man that guy is. I knew then that's where he got his manly qualities. Another picture I picked up and smiled at was one with him and the guys at the wedding. They looked so happy. He just had so many pictures in here. He was really close to his family, the guys counted in that instance. I took one last look and walked out, closing the door behind me.

I heard a phone dial from the computer. I contorted my eyebrows and adjusted my glasses on my nose. I wonder when those stupid contacts will come in. I walked near it and saw it was him! It was Frankie! I quickly walked to the computer, set my coffee down, and clicked "Answer." In a matter of seconds my husband was on the screen, his smiling face glowing. I let out a smile of my own.

"Hey, baby," he said in his "sexy" voice. His eyebrows flitted up and down.

I just giggled. "Hi, honey, how are you?"

"Tired, but good I guess. I would be better if you and the girls were here."

"I know. I wish you were here too. By the way, I saw the room you made."

"You did, huh?"

I nodded. "It was sweet."

He laughed a little. "Yeah, I'm Mr. Sensitive."

I laughed too. "The one and only." He just smiled. I heard crying and snapped my head in the direction. "Oh, looks like two someones are up. I'll be right back." I smiled and walked to the girls' room. I picked up Cherry and quieted her down. Lilly calmed down the second I picked her up. "Come on, let's go see daddy." I was holding each girl in an arm and walked back to the computer.

I sat down and saw he was talking to someone that was off camera. He turned back around and saw them. His face lit up. "Hey, beauties. How're my little princesses?" he said in a "goo-goo" voice.

I just kept the smile on my face. The guys all crowded around him and started saying similar things. I just laughed. They were giggling.

"Hey, Jamia!" they all shouted.

"Hi, guys. How's the tour?"

"It's awesome," Gerard said. "I don't think we've ever had a more enthusiastic crowd." They all nodded in agreement. "By the way, we really didn't have time to talk to the girls. How're they doing?"

"They're doing great. They just really miss you. By the way, Mikey, Alicia's gonna call you later. She has a surprise for you."

Mikey looked interested. "Knowing Alicia it'll be good."

"I think you'll like it," I said smiling. We all talked for a little bit more then it was just us four again.

He looked at me. I don't know what it was with his eyes. They just hold so much emotion. Love was everywhere in his eyes. I smiled. "You're just so beautiful."

"You're too kind."

"Nope, you're just too beautiful."

I blushed. "Thanks. How's the tour for you?"

"It's a lot of fun. I've been getting some strange fan mail though. I think some of the fan girls are learning the word 'descriptive.'"

I grimaced a little. "Are they that bad?"

He nodded. "Most of them are about hurting you. I don't really read those through all the way. I don't like reading about you getting hurt."

I smiled. "Well, I wouldn't like reading about me getting hurt either." I shrugged. "What're you gonna do? There're gonna be those fan girls, you know?"

He nodded again. "Yeah, I just don't like them. Sometimes I think one of them means business and'll actually carry it out."

I shook my head. "They're just trying to scare you. They have some kind of mental issue, obviously."

"Obviously." He sighed. "Well, I gotta get to sound check. I'll call in a few days." I felt some tears come down. I hate it when I cry. I can never control the tears that come out. "Hey, hey, none of that." I looked at him.

"Sorry, you know what happens when I get emotional." He just smiled.

"I'll be home in about six months. Just stay strong till then, gorgeous." I smiled too. "I love you." I saw some tears of his own come down.

"I love you too." I looked at the girls. "Say bye to daddy." I waved both of their arms at the screen. He double waved. I gave him one last smile and we disconnected.

Frank's POV

I wiped the tears away as I closed the laptop. I heard some sniggering and looked behind me. The guys were laughing at me. I just smiled and laughed. "Shut the fuck up, assholes," I said as I got up. They stopped, but I could see they were holding it in. I just shook my head and took Pansy.

As I put her around my shoulder, I looked back at the two bags of fan mail that were mine. I contorted my eyebrows in worry. Those letters have gotten more batshit crazy over the last year. What if one of them actually goes through with it? What if one of them found my address and hurts my beautiful Jamia because of me?

"Yo, Frankie, you ok?" I looked and saw Ray standing in back of me with a concerned expression.

"Oh, yeah, I'm good." I gave him a small smile. He just smiled back and we walked to the stage together. I gave one more worried glance at the mail. Why did I worry so much? She's right. They just want to scare me.