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 25. Bit quicker than last time no?
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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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

Gerard's P.O.V
 
 "For God's sake, he has a girlfriend. Deal with it."
 
 "I don't want to deal with it Frank."
 
 "Then get out of my house." he turned to the nook. "Brian! Get him out of my house!"
 
 "We have ten minutes of the lesson left."
 
 "I don't care. Get him out of my house."
 
 "Alright, alright! Gerard, come on, we're going out for lunch."
 
  I'm gonna get a lecture. I can see it coming, there's a look in Brian's eyes. And his lectures are always so profound that you can't help but agree with them. Which means that I'm going to end up accepting that my son has a girlfriend and being okay with it. I don't wanna do that. I know it sounds childish, but he's too young for a girlfriend.
 
 "Gerard, get your head out of the fucking clouds and get in the car."
 
 "Where are we even going?"
 
 "I'm...not sure yet, but it doesn't matter. If you're going to mope, you may as well eat while you do it."
 
 "I'm not hungry."
 
 "You're going to eat, and you're going to like it."
 
  Damn Brian, I hate him sometimes. We pulled up outside a steakhouse. I think he may have forgotten I'm a vegetarian.
 
 "Brian, vegetarian here."
 
 "Urgh, you're so difficult!" he grunted, starting the car again. We drove for the best part of three quarters of an hour.
 
 "You don't know where we're going do you?"
 
 "Shut up."
 
 "Just go to Rosetti's."
 
 "We always go to Rosetti's."
 
 "Because it's good. If I'm going to wallow, I'm going to do it in a familiar setting."
 
 "Fine, we'll go to Rosetti's." Gerard one, Brian nil. "But if you order the tagleatelli again, I'm going to strangle you with it." What's he got against tagleatelli? It's nice.
 
20 minutes later
 
 "You can't find anything you want apart from the tagleatelli can you?"
 
 "Don't distract me. I'm determined to find something else I will eat on this menu."
 
 "Just order it or we'll be here all day."
 
 "No." He sat back in his chair and stared at me. "I'm not ordering it." I will order it. I know I will, that's not the point.
 
  At this point, Mr Rosetti came walking over. "One steak done rare with spaghetti and one tagleatelli with extra sauce yes?"
 
 "Yeah." Do we come here that often that he knows the order off by heart? I looked at Brian questioningly, and he just raised his eyebrows. Then he spoke.
 
 "So, are we gonna talk about it?"
 
 "No." I said, flipping through the now obsolete menu to avoid eye contact.
 
 "Fine, let's not talk about it."
 
5 minutes later
 
  I cracked. "Do you think it's healthy for him to have a girlfriend at his age?" I asked, slamming my fork down on the table.
 
 "I did, I haven't turned out bad." But you're gay.
 
 "Dude, you're gay."
 
 "I was then. She was a cover up."
 
 "You knew you were gay at 14?"
 
 "Yeah, looked at my brother's porn mags, got nothing. Looked at my dad's men's health magazines however, got a hell of a lot. Why are you worried anyway?"
 
 "The only girlfriend I had permenantly damaged me."
 
 "You're gay, doesn't mean he'll turn out like it."
 
 "It could happen." Am I blowing this out of proportion? No I'm not. He's just trying to convince me that I am.
 
 "Dude, just let whatever happens happen and be there for him when it goes wrong. It's all you can do." When? When it goes wrong? He has so much faith in my son.