Title: Give 'Em Hell Kid - Sequel to My Way Home Is Through You!!
Rating: NC-17 overall.
P.O.V: Gerard'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: Chapter 21. I'm so sorry it's taken so long. We've both been bogged under with a level work. Sucks. Anyway, hope it was worth the wait.

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


Gerard's P.O.V. - Mirrors
 
  Oh my God, what the hell is going on? My door won't let me in. It's been sticking more and more recently. I can't believe the week I've been having. First I find out my 13 year old son had a tattoo done. Then I find out Susan's pregnant and is going on maternity leave, which sucks because I can't find even one replacement that can understand my filing system, (granted, it's a pile of papers on my desk but oh well) and now, my apartment is falling apart. Well, that's just great. Not that we can't afford to fix it, but I can't be bothered right now.
 
  When I went into the bedroom, Frank was sitting cross-legged on the bed, just staring at the wall. He looked quite serene, so I decided to join in.
 
5 minutes later
 
  This isn't calming at all, this is just boring. There's nothing there. Just black wall.
 
 "Why are you both staring at the wall?"
 
 "Liam, go do your homework." Frank snapped.
 
 "Before I go, can I borrow your mummy t-shirt?"
 
 "Whatever." He must be distracted, 'cause he never lets Liam borrow his clothes. Even though, they're disturbingly the same size in shirts...at the moment.
 
 "We need to redecorate this apartment." That is just scary.
 
 "How did you do that?"
 
 "Hmm, what?" he asked, before finally turning away from the wall.
 
 "How do you read my mind like that?"
 
 "Fifteen years of being married to you has taught me a lot."
 
 "That makes sense. And when you say redecorate, you mean?"
 
 "Everything needs to be changed. Complete renovation."
 
 "Why?"
 
 "Gerard, our kitchen is lime green."
 
 "Ok, point taken."
 
 "And our son doesn't have a bedroom."
 
 "Ok, I said point taken."
 
 "And the door sticks."
 
 "What part of I get the point didn't you understand?"
 
 "And you spilt black paint all over my purple living room."
 
 "I get the point!"
 
 "And we need mirrors in the bedroom." After that, I had to do a double take.
 
 "What?"
 
 "We need mirrors in the bedroom. On the ceiling."
 
 "No."
 
 "But why not?"
 
 "No."
 
 "Why the fuck do you want mirrors in your bedroom?" Oh, for fuck's sake, how long has he been standing there? Does no one respect privacy in this house?
 
 "You're gay Brian, you work it out." remarked Frank witheringly. My husband is sick.
 
 "Oh." Then he got the traditional Brian smirk on his face, crossing his arms.
 
 "I still don't get it." said Liam, appearing out of nowhere, like always.
 
 "You don't need to know. And we are not having mirrors in the bedroom."
 
 "Please?" he said, clinging onto me.
 
 "Brian, please remove him from my person please." Brian grabbed him round the waist, pulled him off me and plonked him on the bed.
 
 "Just because I'm small it doesn't mean people can pick me up all the time! It makes me feel powerless."
 
 "Shut up Frank."
 
10 months later (it would've been nine, but the buggers at the council wouldn't give us planning permission)
 
  Well, Liam has a bedroom. We had to sacrifice half of ours, but he has a room nonetheless. It's brown, and cream. It's very bohemian. Which is worrying, 'cause he chose the colour scheme himself. And he has a proper bed; a proper kingsized bed and his own wardrobe. The novelty hasn't worn yet. But, it's still covered in party popper debri from his birthday party.
 
  Then we have our awesome new living room. It's red. Really deep wine red and oriental. And there's an awesome bamboo screen cutting off the study - which we've fondly christened 'the nook'. And it has this awesome Victorian William Morris style carpet that's black and red, and a raised platform with the main sofa and tv on it. Frank's idea; I was skeptical but it looks good.
 
  Oh and the bathroom. I love the bathroom. It's sand coloured with pine wood panelling. We have a huge bath that's practically a jacuzi and a walk-in wet room with a power shower. It's my heaven.
 
  And we actually have a kitchen that's a normal colour and that we can cook in! Not that we do much of that, but we're gonna start otherwise it's a waste of five grand.
 
  Finally, our bedroom. Our beautiful bedroom. It has raspberry pink carpet and silver wallpaper. Except the main wall - the wallpaper's still silver but it has velvet raspberry pink flowers on it. I just love to rub it.
 
  And we got the mirrors. Engraved ones. I'll admit they're awesome.
 
A.N: Btw, as a visual aid, here's the plan for the apartment.