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. Oh and Ivane because it's her birthday and I love her. Enjoy!
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 7. I hope you like it. In a couple of chapters time...you may hate us. >.<
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Gerard's P.O.V
 
1 year later
 
  I hate doing the grocery shopping by myself. Now that we have Liam, it's twice as much as it used to be. I can hardly carry it. Problem number 2, how do I get to my keys to open the door?
 
2 minutes later
 
  Okay, I've got my keys. Now to open the door.
 
2 minutes later
 
  Right, door's open. Walk through Gerard.
 
 "Ow Liam! That's my hair!" What the fuck is going on? Why is Liam on Frank's back and hitting him with a cushion? I think I'll watch this unfold. Frank is trying to get up and Liam is climbing up him. Freaky. That boy is like a monkey, I swear to God. "God, you're such a squirt Liam!"
 
 "DADDY!" Okay, Frank's seen me now and he has a look of horror on his face. I had to say it.
 
 "I can't believe you're losing to a five-year-old."
 
 "Okay Squirt, get off me now."
 
 "But I was having fun!"
 
  I called out from the kitchen, "Liam, I have Pop Tarts!"
 
 "Okay, I'll get off you now. I'm going to get Pop Tarts from daddy."
 
  I've never seen a kid that can eat 7 Pop Tarts that quickly. We actually give him way too much sugar. Although, you can't put a five-year-old on a diet. That's probably why he's so hyper all the time. But maybe that's just living with Frank.
 
 "How many has he had?"
 
 "Seven."
 
 "Gerard! I have to teach him guitar in a minute, he's gonna be hyper!"
 
 "He stole the box off me! He's strong for a five-year-old, besides, you lost to him."
 
 "You're losing to him now! Besides, I was letting him win."
 
 "Whatever Frank, go get your guitar."
 
20 minutes later
 
 "Right Liam, let's try this again. This is a 'c' chord. Put your fingers like this, and strum."
 
 "Frank, I did it again!" That is the seventh guitar string he has broken. We're gonna be spending a lot of money on guitar strings. I can tell.
 
 "You don't have to strum so hard Liam." scolded Frank, absentmindedly playing The Reason. Wedding flashback much. Suddenly, Frank miracuously broke one of his strings and it hit him in the face. I love my family.
 
  Liam just said, "You did it too!" and burst into hysterics. I swear that kid is so easily amused.
 
 "Gerard hun, could you go get the frozen peas?"
 
 "It hit you in the eye didn't it?"
 
 "Maybe." I think Liam just broke a rib from laughing so much. He's gone bright red and he's finding it hard to breath. I went to the kitchen.
 
1 minute later
 
  I threw the frozen peas at Frank, and threw a glass of water over Liam.
 
 "Bad daddy! You got me wet!"
 
10 minutes later
 
 "Ow."
 
 "What?"
 
 "My fingers hurt." God he's such a baby. Wait, he is a baby. Shut up brain, I thought I'd got rid of you.
 
 "Well yeah, you're gonna get callouses Squirt, you're a guitar player now."
 
 "What are callouses?" Frank smirked and stuck his hand in front of Liam's face.
 
 "Feel these." It's such a strange sight seeing my son poke my husband's fingers.
 
 "Eww."