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 20! We've hit the 20 mark! *dances* Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. For no apparent reason, it's christmas! With Brian and Jimmy! Woo! And so, let's get onto the story shall we?
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P.S: Shakin' Hands readers. I have written a grand total of three paragraphs of chapter 4, so it might be up today or tomorrow. Just to let you know.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15a Chapter 15b Chapter 15c Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18Part1 Chapter 18Part2 Chapter 19

Chapter 20 - Dirty Little Secret

Frank's P.O.V

Christmas Eve.

 "Liam will you sit down for five minutes?!" Christ that kid is hyper. Every Christmas, without fail. He drives us up the wall.

 "Is he always like this?" Good old Brian. Clueless as always. Although he hasn't spent a Christmas with us as yet; so we invited him and Jimmy over this year.

 "Pretty much. But if you think this is bad, wait until tomorrow. Or actually, 3 o'clock in the morning 'cause that's when he wakes us up."

 "So...who's cooking?"

 "We...don't have what you call a traditional Christmas dinner." I said sheepishly, rubbing my neck.

 "Which means?"

 "We're having chinese takeaway. We always do."

 "Why?"

 "Because neither me nor Gerard has cooked a Christmas dinner in our lives and we're not about to start." Oh my fucking God, he's running in circles around the living room. He's doing living room laps. "For Christ's sake Liam! Get some money out of my wallet, walk down the shop and buy...something!" Yeah, I really didn't think that through.

 "Take Pinkley with you. She needs a walk anyway."

  Right, now he's out of myy hair, how the hell am I gonna go about this?"
 
 "Brian, can I ask you something?"

 "It's real."

 "What?" Brian just looked at his trousers. "Oh Brian! No! I wanted to ask you...well I don't know how to put it."

 "Just spit it out Frank."

 "Will you be Liam's Godfather?"

10 seconds later

  "We're back! Frank, where's Liam? Why can't I hear giggling?"

 "I sent him down the shop."

 "At 10 to midnight?"

 "I wanted to ask Brian that question we were talking about."

 "Oh, so that's why he looks like a goldfish." 

  Jimmy looks confused. "What is going on here?" he asked. 

  Brian suddenly snapped out of it. "Ah! Yes!" He threw himself at me and Gerard. This is very dangerous, bearing in mind that Gerard is carrying a very hot pizza.

 "Seriously, what is going on here?"

 "Babe, I'm a Godfather!"

 "What, in the mafia?" Jimmy giggled.

 "Why have you always gotta bite my moment? It taste good?"

 "Delicious." Jimmy said, smacking his lips. At this point, Liam walked in...eating a chocolate bar. Sugar. Fantastic. 

 "When I said something, I actually meant get me and your dad some ciggys. You know Tom let's you buy them."

 "I wanted chocolate. And you know I'm trying to get you and dad to stop smoking. That's why I flush them down the loo."

 "He does what?!" shouted Jimmy, looking horrified.

 "Cigerettes are not safe in this house. We have to smoke them outside. And I don't mean one or two - I mean chain smoking."

Christmas Day

  Well, I think this has been a very successful day. My better half and sprog got me a therapy session for my car. Sprog and I got Gerard a hamster with cage, and a fairy costume (don't ask) and I added a feather boa for good measure. Sprog got leathers and a helmet from me and significant other (due to the fact that Brian got him a dirt bike). Brian got a new electric plinky-plonk (A/N: piano) from the three of us and we got Godfather's significant other a tattoo gun with inks. I talk funny when I'm drunk...even in my head. Plinky-plonk. Snigger.

  Brian has started gesturing furiously at Liam..."That better be a transfer." I turned to Gerard who was also staring at Liam in shock and was pouring vodka over his shoes instead of in the glass.

 "What is that?" Oh God, it's the calm voice. "WHAT IS THAT?!"

 "Biro?" Liam whimpered.

  Then Brian said most unhelpfully, "Liam, if you're gonna lie at least do it properly."

  I turned to him. "You knew about this?"
 
 "No?"

 "Now who's not lying properly?" Does that child even realise how much trouble he's in?

 "Where did you even get it done?" asked Gerard in a stunned voice. At this point, I noticed Jimy edging towards the door.

 "Jimmy." Then Gerard took over after coming to the same conclusion as me. It had to have been him.

 "I want my tattoo gun back! You can't be trusted with it!"

  Then I decided to join in. "He's 13 years old! And you defaced him!" 

 "Okay, one have you looked at yourself lately? If he's defaced I don't know what you are. And two, you got your first one when you were 14!" 

 "So not the point!"

  Then Gerard, King of stupid comments as always said, "He can't keep it."

 "What are we supposed to do about it hun?"