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 12. So, I know. I'm sorry. It's been a while. Next update of this will be at the weekend. Oh and also, look out for 'Love To Hate You'. It's a 10 chapter side project that me and Rach have written. This will also start at the weekend. It's a Bracky pairing, but even if you don't read that - please read it =] we'd like feedback!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Frank's P.O.V
 
1 Week Later
 
 "Gerard, you're gonna be late."
 
 "You think I don't know that? And where is my black t-shirt?"
 
 "Which black t-shirt?"
 
 "You know, the black one! With the...thing on the front." He's come into the living room, and the t-shirt he's been looking for is the one he's wearing. What an idiot.
 
 "Gerard, you're wearing it."
 
  He looked down at himself and blushed. "Oh yeah."
 
 "Daddy, your socks don't match."
 
 "Your dad's socks never match. I don't think he actually owns a pair. And where did you come from?" He pops up everywhere. It's almost like there's five of him.
 
 "I'm done in the bathroom."
 
 "Oh right, good. Brushed your teeth?"
 
 "Yep."
 
 "Washed your face?"
 
 "Yep."
 
 "Brushed your hair?"
 
 "Ye - oh, no."
 
 "You wouldn't know the difference anyway, it's as messy as your dad's." He's gone off singing the Pussycat Dolls. I worry about that boy sometimes.
 
 "Frank, I can't find my keys."
 
 "Look in your shoe Gerard."
 
 "Why are they always in my shoe? I've gotta go."
 
 "Affection." He pecked me on the lips, kissed Liam on the cheek, then did a roadrunner out the door.
 
 "Daddy's a fast runner."
 
 "It's the coffee."
 
 "What, not your face?"
 
 "Don't be petulant Liam."
 
 "What does petulant mean?"
 
 "Ergh, go get dressed, I'm going to have a shave."
 
10 minutes later
 
 "Okay, are we ready?"
 
 "No. I can't find my shoes." Oh for God's sake. How have I survived this long living with these two?
 
 "You're as bad as your father. Check behind your toybox." I sighed.
 
 "Ah! Found it!"
 
 "And before you ask, your other one is in the second drawer of your bedside cabinet."
 
 "It has teethmarks in it." Helena. That cat will eat anything - except her food. "Frankie, how do you always know where everything is?"
 
 "'Cause I'm a genius, get outta here, we're gonna be late."
 
At the school
 
  I stopped at the gate, gave Liam a hug and started to walk away. "No Frankie, no! You need to walk me in!" Liam whined, clinging to my waist. What?
 
 "Liam, aren't you a bit old for that?"
 
 "My teacher says it's a complex...but I don't know what a complex is."
 
 "Oh for fu-alright, let's go." Amazing censorship there. Go me. All of the mums are staring at me. I'm the only dude here. Does Gerard get this every morning? Do they even know he's gay? Oh God, the teacher's gonna talk to me.
 
 "Are you Liam Iero's au pair?" Excuse me? Do I look like an au pair to you? I'm wearing an armani shirt for Christ's sake.
 
 "No, I'm his father." A look of confusion crossed her face.
 
 "But Gerard's Liam's father."
 
 "And I'm his other one."
 
 "What, you're married to Gerard's ex-wife?" Oh for God's sake woman!
 
 "No, we're gay. I'm married to Gerard and Liam is our son."
 
 "Adopted?"
 
 "No."
 
 "Now I'm just confused." It's so fun confusing people.
 
 "It's a long story. Can't I just drop my kid off and go? Isn't that how this works?"
 
 "It's a shame about Gerard."
 
 "Excuse me?"
 
 "He was such a ladies man." Most gay men are. Surely that would've tipped her off?
 
 "That's my husband you're talking about. He's taken, hands off. Goodbye Liam." I pecked him on the cheek and got out of there as soon as possible.
 
Back at home
 
  This living room is a mess. Thanks Liam. Yeah, that's right - Liam does live in the living room. One bedroom apartment remember people? He never puts the sofa bed away in the morning, but he is only 7 so he probably can't manage it.
 
  I put the sofa bed away - with difficulty (it only likes Gerard, and I'm small) - then sat down on it and stared at a blank word document on my laptop. I need to write this article but I'm severly lacking in inspiration.
 
2 hours later
 
 3 sentences is not an article. Maybe I should write it later.
 
*ring ring*
 
 "Why is my job so boring?" Hello Gerard.
 
 "I've written 3 sentences in the past two hours. My job is boring."
 
 "Oh God."
 
 "Yeah, I know." Beep. "Hang on, other line."
 
 "Is this Mr F or Mr G Iero?"
 
 "It's Mr F. What can I do for you? Who are you?"
 
 "It's the school secretary."
 
 "What's he done?" It's never what's happened to him? it's always, what's he done? He's one of those kids.
 
 "He assaulted another pupil with a...plastic teapot."
 
 "Excuse me? Did you just say a plastic teapot?"
 
 "Yah. I mean, yeah. His teacher's not very happy. Could you come pick him up please?" Oh not the teacher again.
 
 "I'll be there in ten minutes." Switching lines. "Gee, I've gotta go pick Liam up."
 
 "Why?"
 
 "He hit another kid with a plastic teapot."
 
 "A plastic teapot?"
 
 "That's what I said."
 
At the school
 
 "Hey Frankie."
 
 "Go get in the car Liam."
 
 "That means I'm in trouble doesn't it?"
 
 "Go get in the car."
 
 "I'm in big trouble." He went walking out of the classroom, and that was when the teacher came up to me.
 
 "The other child is fine, in case you were wondering." What kind of damage can a 7 year old do with a plastic teapot?
 
 "I wasn't but thanks anyway." As I turned to leave the classroom, I heard her whisper under her breath.
 
 "No wonder this happened, with parents like that."
 
 "Excuse me? Would you like to say that to my face?"
 
 "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
 
 "You know exactly what I mean. Ever thought maybe it's not me and Gerard, that maybe it's you teaching these kids to discriminate against someone different? I've taken that shit all my adult life, I'm not having you teach it to my kid."
 
 "Gerard would never speak to me like that."
 
 "You know what lady, my husband's a doormat, and maybe it's because you're civil to him 'cause you're so fucking stupid you couldn't work out he was gay."
 
 "He doesn't act gay."
 
 "Are you kidding me? He knows how to dress, he drives a Lexus, and he can get within ten feet of you without throwing up. Surely that tipped you off." I give up. I'm going.
 
In the car
 
 "Why Liam?"
 
 "He called you and daddy faggots. I don't know what that means, but it sounded bad so I hit him." Why? Why does it have to be something I can hardly punish him for? He was sticking up for me and Gerard.
 
 "What kind of gobshites go to your school?"
 
 "Gobshites?"
 
 "Don't ever repeat that word. Especially not in front of your dad 'cause he'll have my balls." This kid is gonna have such a potty mouth when he's older. "Thanks for sticking up for us Liam, but remember violence is never the answer. And when we get home, get me your guitar. It's confiscated for a week."
 
 "But I only just got this one!"
 
 "Your fault, no arguements.!
 
 "Fine." He huffed, and stared out the window for the rest of the ride home.
 
That night
 
  I fell into bed and groaned. "I have had, such a shitty day."
 
  Gerard put down his copy of 'The Feminine Mystique'. "Why, what happened?"
 
 "I couldn't write my article, I had to punish Liam for sticking up for us, which sucked because it's your job. And I had to deal with a homophobic teacher."
 
 "How was the teacher homophobic?" He asked, snuggling into me.
 
 "Well at first..." Oh fuck, he's kissing my neck. "That feels so good but I'm not done ranting. I'm trying to rant here!"
 
 "Your ranting is sexy." He giggled nibbling my earlobe. Huh, right that's amazing, I don't care anymore.
 
5 minutes later
 
 "How come you're still in your pajamas and I'm only in my boxers?" Damn you Gerard, don't question it, just let me get them off.
 
 "Because we haven't got that far -."
 
 "Daddy, I had a bad dre - Oh no!"
 
 "Liam, don't look!" I shouted, throwing myself in front of Gerard.
 
 "Frank, you're too small. Don't bother." Humph.
 
 "I'm gonna be scarred for life!" Whined Liam, turning away.