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.
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 10. Don't hate us okay? Please, cos if you hate us for this, you're gonna kill us for the next chapter.
<3 Oh yeah, Liam is now 7 btw, just to clarify that.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

Frank's P.O.V.
 
1 year later
 
 "To your first night out in a year." toasted Ian, raising his glass. I'll drink to that. I love Liam and everything, but he takes up a lot of our time.
 
 "Wow, it really has been ages. I feel so old. The youth in the house makes me older. And that cat has aged me horribly." Rambled Gerard.
 
 "That is because the cat hates us both." I replied, playing with my glass. I looked around the club at all the people dancing. It's so strange. I haven't been to one of these places since Mikey's stag do, and I don't remember much of that as it is. I know Gerard hasn't been in one since that fateful night seven years ago. But Ian and Sean have been together nine years and they've finally decided to tie the knot, so we kinda had to celebrate.
 
 "So which one of you is gonna be the girl?" Gerard asked, breaking into my thoughts.
 
 "Sean without a doubt."
 
 "Ian! Hun, look at your fringe. You were born to be the woman."
 
15 minutes later
 
  They're still arguing. I sighed exasperated. "Guys! Seriously, when are you gonna stop?"
 
 *Realtone version of 'Flash of the Blade' sounds*
 
  Thank God he got a new one. "Hello?"
 
  Both Ian and Sean stopped arguing and turned to Gerard. "He has a cool phone."
 
 "I have an Iphone."
 
 "No one cares Frank." They're so evil to me. I mean, I know they're Gerard's friends but aren't they supposed to embrace me or something? But instead they...
 
 "Well is it a rash or is it the chicken pox?" What the hell is he talking about? "I don't know, google it!" Gerard snapped the phone shut, looking annoyed.
 
 "What?"
 
 "We have to go. Mikey thinks Liam might have the chicken pox."
 
 "Oh God, is he okay?"
 
 "Apparently he's really itchy and he won't stop crying."
 
  Now Ian decided to pipe up, "Wow, having a kid really sucks."
 
 "Well, actually, I've enjoyed my life more with Liam than without." I defended.
 
 "Aww hunny!" Gerard cooed. Then it all changed. "Get your car keys and drive me home."
 
 "Shit. I've already had 3 beers, I can't drive."
 
 "You were supposed to stay sober! I've been downing tequila sunrises all night, I can't drive!"
 
  Sean stepped between us, "You're both useless idiots. Give me the keys."
 
 "Hey, hey, hey! What am I supposed to do?" asked Ian.
 
 "Go and wait in the car like a good boy until I get back." retorted Sean.
 
At Mikey's house
 
 "Mikey! How is he?"
 
 "I googled it like you said, and it's definately chicken pox. You should be fine Gerard, 'cause we've both had it. Frank have you had it?"
 
 "Yep, and shingles. And measles. The cureable forms of herpes seem to love me!" Okay, maybe that was a bit too much information. They're giving me strange looks. I ducked away and went to where Liam lay on the sofa.
 
 "No Frank, I want daddy."
 
 "Gerard, he wants you. I don't understand."
 
 "Well I am his dad Frank."
 
 "He's never wanted you before!"
 
 "It's never been this bad before!"
 
 "Daddy, help I'm so itchy!"
 
 "Okay Squirt. We're gonna get you home and give you some magic cream to sort it out."
 
 "Okay Daddy, I love you."
 
At home
 
  Gerard's not left his side for the past two hours. It's now two in the morning. We're both getting really worried. In the past two hours, his rash has spread everywhere. It's on his tongue, it's under his nails. It's getting really serious. He can't keep anything down either, and the last three times we've checked his temperature it's been a steady 103. This isn't normal chicken pox.
 
 "Gerard, can you get me one of the glass tumblers please?"
 
 "Why, what are you thinking?"
 
 "I don't know yet, just get it." I ran the cool glass over Liam's skin and he winced slightly. "The spots aren't disappearing."
 
 "Well what does that mean?"
 
 "I don't know Gerard. I'm gonna google it."
 
10 minute later
 
  Oh fuck no. "Gerard, call an ambulance."
 
 "Why?!" screamed Gerard, sounding hysterical.
 
 "I think he's got chicken pox meninjitis."