Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall. PG-13 for this chapter
P.O.V: Frank's (Changes every chapter just like the other one =D)
Disclaimer: Not real. I have them locked up in my closet. Of course I do. Not!
Dedications: Rachael for writing this with me. Melody because she's my wifey.
Summary: Frank and Gerard are happily married, or, they were until Gerard turned up on the doorstep with a baby. Will they cope, or will their marriage suffer?
Author's Notes: Hey! Here's chapter 4. I hope you like it =D This is all I have to say. We skip quite a lot of time btw, cause most of the action happens when Liam is like 10 upwards.
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Frank's P.O.V
 
1 year later
 
SPLAT!!
 
 "Oh Liam!"
 
 "What did he do this time?"
 
 "He threw his porridge at the wall again." Oh great, I don't know why he doesn't like it. As if reading my mind Gerard said,
 
 "I think we'll have to start using normal milk. He just does not like soya milk."
 
 "But we're bringing him up as a vegan!" I whined.
 
 "We don't wanna stunt his growth. You're a perfect example that being a vegan stunts your growth."
 
 "Hey, you're a vegetarian!"
 
 "Yeah and I'm not much taller than you am I?" I looked over at Liam. He is covered in porridge and he's drawing pictures in what's left on the high chair. And Gerard is still ranting. "Once he's old enough he can make his own decisions but for now we're giving him normal milk."
 
 "Fine. But first you need to give him a bath."
 
 "Oh Liam! Frank hun can you phone Susan and tell her I'm gonna be late?"
 
 "Will do." Oh Liam. Now there's a familiar phrase. I hear it every hour on the hour when I'm at home. I called Susan, got my shit together, entered the kitchen (cautiously), kissed Gerard on the cheek, went to kiss Liam but thought better of it (I don't want to smell like porridge after all) and went to work.
 
Later that day - at the creche
 
  So many kids! And they all look the same! Where's mine?
 
 "Frank!" There he is - behind the slide.
 
 "Hey little guy, you ready to go home?" I asked, kneeling down.
 
 "Yep." Oh and he got me. He's heavy for a two year old. I held him on my hip and walked out to the car.
 
 "Frank, why is your car purple?" Good question.
 
 "I dunno. It always has been that colour." Not so good an answer.
 
 "Oh." The child mind, so easy to satisfy. Shame he won't stay like that.
 
In the car
 
 "Can we play cops and robbers tonight?"
 
 "You can but you'll have to play it with Junior."
 
 "Why?"
 
 "'Cause you're going round Uncle Mikey's and Auntie Alicia's tonight."
 
 "Why?" Drat that question.
 
 "Me and daddy are going out."
 
 "Why?" Okay, it's getting old now.
 
 "'Cause we wanna have dinner. Just the two of us." As for dessert - who knows.
 
 "Why?" Oh Christ. I can't say; I wanna fuck your dad to within an inch of his life.
 
 "Who wants ice-cream?"
 
 "I do! I do!" Once again, the child mind. Thank God it's so easy to satisfy.
 
That night
 
 "Gerard, I'm just dropping Liam at Alicia's."
 
 "Mkay, hurry back!"
 
  I opened the door, "Alicia, hi. And Junior. What a surprise." Oh no.
 
 "I know we said we'd have Liam, but can you have Junior instead?" What? I was really looking forward to-
 
 "Why?"
 
 "Well you're never gonna believe this but..."
 
 "Mikey." I narrowed my eyes. Junior finished the sentence.
 
 "Daddy got his hand stuck in the toaster."
 
  Then Gerard joined the conversation. Hell where did he come from? "I told you to keep him away from household appliances. Christ woman!"
 
 "Gerard, language!"
 
 "Sorry. Give my darling nephew to Frank while I go take my tie off."
 
 "Damn it!" I shouted exasperated.
 
 "Language!"
 
 "Kids, cover your ears. Alicia, you've ruined my fuking night! Fucking being the operative word."
 
 "Frank."
 
 "You're such a bitch sometimes." I huffed.
 
 "Blame Mikey."
 
 "Fine, Mikey's such a bitch sometimes. Give me your kid and get out."
 
2 hours later
 
  How many times have I watched 'Toy Story' in the last year? I'm going to go insane. "Liam, why don't you take Junior into the bedroom and show him your new toys?"
 
 "Okay Frankie." He called me Frankie.
 
10 minutes later
 
  Gerard's back with dinner. I went into the kitchen to help him dish up. "He called me Frankie."
 
 "Huh?"
 
 "Liam. He called me Frankie."
 
 "Huh. So where are they?"
 
 "In the bedroom." His eyes widened. "What?"
 
 "You do realise there's an open bottle of lube on the bedside table right?"
 
 "Shit." We both made a run for the bedroom.
 
  Too late.
 
  They smell like black love. Oh damn, they're both soaked. I turned to Gerard sighing. "You get Junior, I'll get Liam. We need to get them cleaned up before Mikey gets back."
 
 "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY KID?!?!"
 
 "Hi Mikey." I forgot he had a key. "Well it's a funny story. You know what was meant to happen tonight right? Anyway, Gerard left the lube out - open. And the kids were in the bedroom and the rest is history."
 
  Junior piped up, "What's lube used for?" 
 
  Mikey thought carefully before he answered, "Not what you used it for. That's all you need to know. Frank, you lubed my kid."
 
 "No, Gerard lubed your kid. Blame him."
 
  He picked up Junior and sniffed him. "My son smells like a brothel."
 
 "Hey! That's my favourite scent for candles!"
 
 "You like the scent of a brothel?"
 
 "It's black love! And how'd you know what a brothel smells like?"
 
 "That's another story."
 
 "Mikey!" Gerard piped up.
 
 "Gerard, that's another story!"
 
  It was Liam this time, "Daddy, what's a brothel?"
 
 "Daddy'll tell you when you're 45."
 
 "Okay." Ah the innocent mind of a child.
 
  Mikey piped up, "Okay, I'm taking my child home, giving him a bath and we'll forget this ever happened." Just as he was walking out, Gerard shouted,
 
 "How's the hand?"
 
 "Shut up Gerard." retorted Mikey, before slamming the door.
 
Next Morning
 
  Where is that infernal noise coming from? Gerard's singing. He has a great voice, but nothing sounds good this early in the morning. It's coming from the kitchen. Oh man, I had to do a double take. He's got Liam on his hip, he's flipping pancakes (amazingly) and dancing like a Puertarican hooker. I never knew he could multitask so well. Liam's loving it, I've never seen him giggle so much.
 
 "Frankie!" Gerard stopped dead. "Daddy why'd you stop?" asked Liam, bashing him on the head with his plastic baby spatula.
 
 "Frank. I thought you were working today."
 
 "I am, I'm just going. But don't stop on my account, you seemed to be having so much fun." Needless to say, that day I left the apartment with a smile on my face.