Chapter Two – Fatherhood.

Gerard's POV

There she was, the most beautiful creature in the world, she had really long, curly, reddish-brown hair – that she got from her mother – and hazel eyes – that she got from me.

"Holy motherfucking Mary," she cursed, probably also a trait from me, since I had never heard Candice swear in the entire time I had known her. Alex stood up, but swayed on her feet, and fell to the ground. I rushed forward and caught her in my arms. Candice screamed and ran over to her unconscious daughter.

"What have you done?" she said to me, brushing me away.

"I didn't do anything," I said defensively.

"Just leave Gerard," she said to me, not looking up from our daughter.

"No, I want to be here when she wakes up."

"This is your fault," she said, really looking at me, for the first time since I arrived.

"Maybe if you hadn't have kept this from her, it wouldn't have happened," I retaliated, and she backed off.

"Can you carry her to the couch?" she mumbled, not liking having to ask me to touch Alex.

"Sure," I said, picking her up, and carrying her into the living room. I sat her down on the couch, and brushed the curls back from her face.

Candice came in, carrying a blanket, which she covered our daughter with. After about ten minutes, her eyelids fluttered, and I backed away, making sure she couldn't see me when she woke up.

"Mum?" she asked in a dazed voice. She sat up, and pushed the blankets away.

"I'm right here honey," Candice said, kneeling down next to Alex.

"I had the strangest dream," she began, but Candice cut her off.

"It wasn't a dream sweetheart," she said before Alex could continue.

"But, no, it-it can't be possible," Alex responded, shaking her head as if to clear it.

"Honey, I kept a terrible secret from you, but I'm making it right," she said. "Gerard, can you please come here," she sang out, and my heart started racing. How would she react this time? Would she faint again? I had no time to answer these nagging questions in my head, because before I knew it, I had stepped out, and was now standing in front of my daughter.

I heard her gasp, but when I looked down, she was still conscious. She slowly stood up, and made her way over to me. She stared at me, and reached up to touch my face. After a moment, she spoke.

"Gerard fucking Way is standing in my living room," she said in complete shock, and laughed without humour.

"Actually, that's Mikey's thing," I said, referring to a t-short slogan. She must have known what I was talking about, because she laughed and nodded her head. I looked down at her and noticed she was crying.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked her, unsure what to do. I knew how to deal with crying babies, but crying teenagers was a completely different story. They scared the living shit out of me.

"Does it look like she's okay?" Candice snapped from behind me.

"Mum, please stop!" Alex cried. Then she looked at and said to me, "I think I'm just in shock, I mean, I learned a lot today."

"You sure did," I said, and all of a sudden, her arms were around me, and her face was buried in my chest. She was sobbing, so I wrapped my arms around her and rested my cheek on the top of her head. "It's okay," I muttered over and over, and before I knew it, tears were making their way down my cheeks too.

A/N kind of a short one, but I didn't really know how to end it. So how was it in Gerard's point of view? Did you like it? Let me know for future references! Did anyone get my Teenagers reference in there? No? okay I'll stop..