Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall. NC-17 for this chapter.
P.O.V: Frank's
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? This is the story of how they cope.
Author's Notes: Hey! Here's chapter 6. 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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Frank's P.O.V

 

 "Was it really a good idea to let 15 pre-schoolers run all over our house?" I've got to clean all ths up afterwards. Oh God.

 

  Gerard turned to me, covered head to toe in the contents of several party poppers. "That not so much the problem. I think the party poppers and silly string were a bad idea though."

 

 "Although I'll hand it to you. You outdid yourself with the decorations."

 

 "The decorations were more for you. I don't think these kids are even old enough to know what Halloween is." In case you're confused, our house looks like a cross between a haunted mansion and a DMZ from a war film.

 

 "Daddy, daddy, daddy, Frank! Can I open my presents?" It's a very strange sensation having a 4 year old climb up you. He didn't do bad though, he got to my shoulder before he fell off.

 

 "Yes, maybe then we can get some peace." He has a point, all it's been for the past few weeks is, "Whatdidyougetmewhatdidyougetmewhatdidyougetme?"

 "But," Gerard added, "Frank gets to open his first 'cause he's the oldest."

 

 "Unfair!"

 

 "Liam, it's his birthday too. You have to learn to share."

 

 "Fine."

 

  Unfortunately, we both dived for the pile at the same time and ended up fighting over who would open one first. I'm fighting with a 4 year old.

 

 "Frank." Gerard snapped." "Who is older and more mature?" I mumbled incoherently. "Who is older and more mature?" He asked again.

 

 "Liam!"

 

 "Don't be petulant Frank. Let him open one first."

 

 "But you said I could open one first!"

 

 "He's four!"

 

 "Humph." I turned around to see 15 bewildered 4 year olds looking at me. I also noticed that in the time me and Gerard had been fighting. Liam had opened all his presents and was running around the room with the guitar we bought him. Oh great, now the rest of the kids are following him. "I'll give him his first lesson when he's calmed down."

 

 "Why don't you open your present from me? It might help you." Confusion but I'll go with it.

 

  He got me a Fender Strat. Wow. "Oh my God I love you!!" 16 pairs of eyes turned to look at us and the konga line stopped.

 

 "His is better than mine!" whined Liam.

 

 "You got a mini one. 'Cause you're mini." I retaliated.

 

 "So are you." He said, crossing his arms over the guitar.

 

 "We're raising an observant little bean." smiled Gerard.

 

 "I love you but shut up. I know Capoiera you know."

 

 "Ooh. I'm so scared. Go get the cake."

 

*Ding Dong*

 

 "Dude, take this box off me." Mikey's here then.

 

 "Mikey is that you?" asked Gerard. Well duh.

 

 "Yes dumbarse. Take the box off me."

 

 "What is it?"

 

 "It's a present for your darling child. Where is your darling child?"

 

 "Liam!" He came waddling out with the guitar still round his neck. I'm so glad he likes it. Mikey turned towards me.

 

 "Please tell me we're still going out for your birthday 'cause after the day I've had I need a strong drink."

 

 "Yeah we are. Liam what do you say?"

 

 "Thank you." He chirped, before promptly ripping all the paper off the box. "It's a bike!"

 

 "You got him a bike?"

 

 "Yeah, we got Junior one too. It only seemed fair."

 

 "Gerard, you're teaching him to ride it, 'cause I never learnt."

 

 "You never learnt to ride a bike?"

 

  I shouldn't have said that should I? "I'm scared of them okay? I fell off mine one, never got back on it again." They all just burst out laughing. I wanted to sink into the ground. "Shut up. I'm going to play my guitar." I stomped off to the bedroom a sat on the bed playing Whiskey In The Jar over and over, for about 20 minutes. I was pulled out my reverie by Liam going, 

 

 "You're really good."

 

 "When did you get there?"

 

 "I don't know but you've played it about 5 times since I've been here."

 

 "Come here little guy." I sat there hugging him for about five minutes. 

 

 "Happy Birthday Frankie, I love you."

 

 "Happy Birthday little guy. I love you too. Come on jump on, we'd better get back." I walked into the living room with Liam on my back, and all of the kids were asleep on the floor. What did Gerard do?! "What did you do Gerard?"

 

 "I put sleeping pills in the milk." He confessed, shifting guiltily from foot to foot. Liam giggled.