Someone threw a pillow at me and I groaned as I woke up. I looked at the boy beside me in bed, who had been woken up too. He was the same one I told couldn't call me daddy when he cuddled next to me. I took at Mikey, who was the culprit for the thrown pillow.

"They found the shipment, it wasn't seized or searched but it had just been mixed up with another crate and ended up on the wrong boat," he said. "Which means you can tell Frank to come back home and you can stop burying your feelings of actually missing Frank underneath all the sex and drugs."

I frowned softly as I looked at him.

"My princess can come back home?" I asked and he nodded before I turned to the boy beside me. "Alright, you can get out."

"Kid, how old are you?" Mikey asked.

"Fifteen," the boy said quietly.

My eyes widened as I looked at him. Fuck.

"What were you doing in that club?" I asked.

"Fake ID," he said.

"Fuck, Gerard, now you've really gone too far," Mikey said. "Just wait until Frank hears about this, he's only seventeen himself."

"He doesn't need to know," I said. "And you, kid, get the fuck out."

I grabbed my phone and called Jamia, quickly telling her to come back home. I took some medicine before I took a hot shower. After a little while my hangover went away and I hurried to clean up the house. I hid all the drugs and tossed empty bottles away before I got dressed. I found some panties that belonged to one of the people I slept with and tossed it away into the trash.

Soon I was heading off to the airport and waiting for them for hours before their plane finally landed. I smiled when I saw Frank and he let out a shriek as he started running towards me. Frank jumped into my arms as he sobbed loudly and I almost fell down from the force of it. Frank sobbed, hugging me tight as Jamia walked over.

Frank refused to let go as we went to the car and I carried him. He just kept crying as Jamia pulled both the suitcases behind her. I rubbed his back gently and Jamia had to pull him off me when we got to the car.

"Oh, sweetheart, please tell me you at least had some fun while you were there," he said.

Frank opened his mouth to speak when he burst into tears again.

"He was like this most of the time," Jamia said. "There were some times where I managed to get him to smile and be happy but it usually didn't last long. I thought he was actually going to pass out from dehydration because he was crying so much."

I sighed, reaching over to hold Frank's hand as I drove. We got home and I carried Frank upstairs, curling up in bed with him. He cried for a little while until he grew tired and cried himself to sleep. I held him in my arms, gently running my fingers through his hair while I watched him sleep. Eventually I ended up dozing off too, exhausted from my week of just getting wasted and fucking people.

I was woken to Frank shaking me lightly. I smiled up at him softly, god how I missed seeing him. He snuggled up beside me as he sniffled. I ran my fingers through his soft hair before I kissed the top of his head.

"I-I missed you so much," Frank whimpered. "Please don't send me away again."

I nodded, holding him closer.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," I said quietly.

Frank sniffled and sat up, straddling my hips. I smiled up at him as I gently ran my hands up his sides. Frank laid down, resting his head on my chest.

"I missed you so much, did you miss me?" He asked.

"Of course I missed you," I said. "I missed you so much everyday."

Frank smiled up at me and I could feel my heart swell.

"What did you do while I was gone?" He asked.

"Just worked," I lied.

Frank nodded, leaning up to kiss my cheek.

"Hey, Princess, what did you say your dad's name was again?" I asked.

"He's named Frank too," Frank said. "Why do you want to know?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Are you hungry?" I asked. "I think we should go ask Jamia to start dinner. We can have grilled cheese and tomato soup."

Frank nodded and we got up, going downstairs. Jamia cooked for us and we ate but soon Frank was snuggled up on the couch under a big fluffy blanket sleeping. I went to my office, sitting down in my seat. I looked up Frank Iero in our area and only found one. Of course, who else would have the name Frank Iero? Although, there didn't seem to be any results for my princess which I found a little odd. I found an article that was old. It was obituary for a woman named Linda Iero.

Linda Iero, 32, passed away in a car accident that involved a three car collision. She had been happily married for seven years to husband Frank Iero, 34, with a three year old son, Frank Iero Jr.

The rest of the obituary basically just talked about her life a bit and when the funeral service would be held. I frowned softly as I saw the picture at the top of the obituary. It showed a lady with long brown hair along with another man who had similar brown hair. Between them was a little toddler who I could immediately tell was Frank. There were a couple other photos, one of them was Frank when he was just three and he was with his mom, wearing a frilly pink dress with a big bow on his head.

I went back to the search screen, trying to find some information on where Frank's dad currently was. The door opened and I looked up as Jamia walked in. She sighed as she leaned against my desk.

"Frankie still sleeping?" I asked.

"Yeah, he really didn't sleep the entire week that we were gone so I'm sure he's really tired," she said.

I nodded, looking at my computer screen.

"You look like shit," Jamia remarked. "You look like you've spent the entire week swallowing pills and fucking people."

"That would be a good guess," I mumbled. "Could Frank tell?"

"No, I don't think so," she said. "But why would you do this to him? You're hurting him, Gerard. He loves you so much but you're just going and sleeping with other people. He wants you and only you but you don't even care."

"God, I've already had this conversation with Mikey, I don't need to have it with you too," I muttered

"Frank wouldn't stop crying because he was away from you, he practically cries when you leave to go to the bathroom for two minutes," she said. "He loves you so, so much and you just cheat on him like he's nothing."

"Why does everyone say I'm cheating on him? I'm not even dating him," I said.

"So you just spent your week away from him sleeping with other young boys?" Jamia asked.

I didn't say anything and she scowled.

"Frankie is so sweet," she said. "He's just sweet and innocent and you're hurting him. How many people did you fuck?"

"I don't know, like fifteen or sixteen I think," I mumbled.

"Gerard, we were gone for eight days," she said.

"I accidentally fucked some teenager," I said. "Fuck, he was only fifteen but I thought that he was older."

"You've really gotten yourself into some shit now, Frank was already borderline being seventeen but now you've literally just fucked a child," Jamia said.

"It was an accident," I mumbled. "I didn't mean to fuck him, I wouldn't have if I knew he was fifteen."

"Frank is going to be so hurt," Jamia said.

"He doesn't have to know," I said.

"You're an ass, Gerard, you're going to hurt him," Jamia said. "It isn't right to just let him fall in love with him but you don't even care and you just sleep with prostitutes and young, pretty boys you pick up at bars."

I sighed as I shook my head.

"Look, I'm just trying to track down his father, he deserves to pay for what he did to my princess," I said.

"Who's gonna make you pay for hurting Frank?" She asked.

"I'm not going to hurt him," I denied.

"Yes you are," she said.

I shook my head and stood up. I printed off a picture of Frank's dad from the obituary and handed it to Jamia.

"Can you tell Brendon to track this man down?" I asked.

She nodded and I walked out to where Frank was still sleeping on the couch. I smiled softly as I picked him out and he let out quiet, incoherent mumbles. I carried him up to his bedroom and laid him down, pulling off his socks. I unbuttoned his pale blue denim shorts and pulled them down his legs before I tossed them aside. I pulled his shirt off next despite his protests before I went to his closet. It was a little chilly out so I grabbed a onesie and went back out.

He kept fighting me as I tried to get him dressed but he was tired and didn't want to be bothered. However I knew he needed to get dressed otherwise he would get too cold in the middle of the night and be even more upset. Finally I just grabbed his ankles and pushed them into the leg parts before doing the same with his arms and I was finally able to zip it up.

I grabbed his paci, giving it to him after I tucked him into the bed. I handed him Cleo too and I ran my fingers through his hair as he slowly fell back asleep snuggling with his stuffie.