Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall.
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. Oh and Ivane because it's her birthday and I love her. Enjoy!
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 8. I hope you like it. In a couple of chapters time...you may hate us. >.< I'm posting this now because I am bored. In your comments, if you could give me fic recs for frerard singleparent fics or anything, I would be eternally grateful.
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Frank's P.O.V
 
1 year later
 
 "Liam, you got it in my eye!" Okay, what's going on? And since when did Gerard dye his hair purple? Oh, it's paint.
 
 "Gerard, the canvas is over there. You're not supposed to paint yourself."
 
 "Liam did it."
 
 "Don't blame the kid."
 
  Pause for thought. "Liam did it! He refuses to paint the canvas. Apparently painting me is more fun."
 
 "Let's see about that." I walked over, brandished a paintbrush and painted a stripe down his nose. "You're right Liam. This is fun."
 
  Gerard deflated. "Oh no."
 
 "Hun, I think you're just gonna have to accept that he's not artistic. Let's just stick with the guitar."
 
 "Humph. He's genetically related to me, and he's better at your pasttime. How does that work?"
 
  Liam must've been feeling left out 'cause he said, "I'm shit at painting. Teehee."
 
 "You're right, but never use that word Liam. This is you, you say it everytime you get something wrong on the guitar." Deja vu. It was apparently me when he said twat the first time.
 
 "Right, I would love to stand here and argue about this, but I've gotta finish that article on gay rights."
 
 "What's gay mean?"
 
 "It's me and your dad."
 
 "Okay." The simplicity of explaining things to kids is astounding.
 
 "Okay, I've gotta make lunch anyway. What does everyone want in their sandwiches?"
 
 "Soya cheese." I said immediately.
 
 "Ham."
 
 "I can't believe we're raising a meat eater."
 
 "Leave him be Frank. If he didn't eat meat and Pop Tarts, he wouldn't eat anything."
 
10 minutes later
 
  Gerard's pattering around in the kitchen, 'cause I can hear him, and I'm trying to concentrate but Liam's doing something very noisy that I can't be bothered to check out.
 
5 minutes later
 
  Fuck. After a particularly loud noise from where Liam was, I had to go and investigate. He's trashed Gerard's art stuff. Gerard came in carrying the plates, opening the door with his back. "Whatever you do, do not turn around." He turned around.
 
 "ARGH!!!" And he drops the plates.
 
5 minutes later
 
 He's finally stopped screaming. "I told you not to turn around."
 
  Oh God, it's the calm voice. This is gonna be bad. "Liam, go get your guitar." Liam returned with his guitar looking shifty. "Give it here. This is gonna be sold to pay for what you've trashed. Do you understand me?" Cue kid bursting into tears. I hate seeing him cry, but he has done wrong.
 
That night
 
  We finally got Liam to settle, he has not stopped crying for the past two hours and Gerard's voice is hoarse from singing to him. I snuggled closer into Gerard, and asked, "Are you really gonna sell it?"
 
 "No, I'll just keep it at Mikey's for a couple of weeks. I'm gonna make him think I've sold it though."
 
 "You're an evil man."
 
 "Frank, he ruined 300 dollars worth of art supplies."
 
 "You may be justified but you're still evil. I thought he was never gonna stop crying."
 
 "He'll get over it. He needs to learn the difference between right and wrong."
 
 "I guess."
 
 "Go to sleep hun."
 
1 week later
 
 "Can I have a kitten?" Should I let him have a kitten? Do we want a kitten? I want a kitten.
 
 "Ask your dad. If he says no, ask louder. It's a game we play."
 
2 minutes later
 
 "CAN I HAVE A KITTEN?"
 
 "Yes, for God's sake yes!" Yay.
 
 "Frankie! We're getting a kitten!" Liam rushed back in and hugged my legs.
 
 "I know Squirt. I heard."
 
4 days later
 
  Who would've thought it was so hard to get a kitten? We have searched everywhere! We're gonna have to go to the rescue home 'cause there are absolutely no breeders around at the moment.
 
At the rescue home
 
 "That one, that one, that one!"
 
 "Gerard, I think he wants that one."
 
 "No freaking duh Frank. Well I suppose that one is cute."
 
 "Does this mean we're getting that one?" I grinned.
 
 "Please daddy, please Frankie!" He has Gerard's puppy eyes, unable to resist.
 
 "Yes, I suppose we'll get him that one."