Gerard P.O.V

I sat up quickly, panicking instantly. The wind howled outside, but that couldn't mask the sounds of Campbell's cries. Frank was fast asleep, and I didn't have the heart to wake him. Fumbling around in the darkness, I managed to find my underwear and shirt, throwing them on my body hastily. I jogged from our bedroom, keeping the door ajar, flinging Campbell's door open.

He was lying there in his crib, kicking his legs, banging his fists against the wooden frame of his crib. I switched on the light, hurrying over to him as fast as my sleep legs could carry me. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as I gently picked him up, rocking him from side to side. "It's okay, Daddy saved you." I cooed, reaching down to grab a blanket for him. I wrapped him up, wandering around the room. Subconsciously, I walked over to the curtains, opening them. A dark figure stood there, hands in their pockets. Campbell began to cry again, I began to panic.

I walked quickly along the landing, trying not to trip in the dark. I laid the baby down on the vacant side of the bed, running around to wake up Frank. "Baby? Baby wake up. There's somebody outside," I said quickly as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Look after the baby, I'll make sure everything's locked." I added, he nodded, crawling over to the baby.

Hurrying from the room, I jogged quickly down the stairs. Lord knows that I hoped it wasn't Mikey. I had moved my family here in the hopes that he wouldn't find me and try to harm us, if he so touched my babies I swore that I was going to throttle him. Panicking more as I ran, I almost slammed into the front door. Locked. I breathed a sigh of relief, jogging to the back door. It too was locked, I sank to the ground, head in my hands. If it truly was him, there was no way they he could get in and harm Frankie, or Campbell. Wiping my face with my freezing hands, I stared ahead. All that I wanted to do then was run back upstairs, and hold the both of them.

Then I heard it. A knock at the door, I frowned. I didn't want to answer it, whoever was at the door had no right to be there. But, their knocks were growing more and more erratic. I frowned, walking confidently and calmly towards the door. I stood behind it, arms poised and ready to punch whoever it was that was standing there. "Who is it?" I called through my teeth.

"Gerard. That's you right? Let me in, I want to talk. You need help, and I'm willing to do so." It was Mikey. I scoffed, trying not to laugh like a maniac.

"I need help do I? I have something wrong? Michael, you are the one standing outside my door at god knows what hour. You scared my baby, and you scared my boyfriend. I want you to leave." I said sternly, my voice exclusively in monotone. He began to laugh, and I heard his fist collide with the door.

"You're the one that's fucking a man, Gerard, a man! It's not right! The fact that you've got a little baby in there whilst you carry out your perverse operation makes me sick." He screamed. I found myself opening the door, slapping him across the face. He stepped backwards, clutching his cheek, grinning like a fucking creep.

"Don't you talk about my family like that, you hear me? That baby's mother died after giving birth to him, his own grandfather raped her. I think he's had enough torment. I don't need you here bringing our family down. Go back home." I said, trying my hardest not to spit on him. I wanted to beat him to a pulp, to break his nose and every other measly bone in his lanky body. All I could hear was his creepy giggles.

"I'm your family too. Your blood. I don't want my brother breaking the law by fucking some guy, and kidnapping a baby." He sighed, acting as though I was the person that was almost criminally inane. I shook my head, actually ashamed to call him my brother. Looking down at the pebbled floor, I saw him making his way back here. "Let me help-"

"Please, get off my property. I don't want to talk about this anymore." I slammed the door in his face, making sure that it was locked. I backed away, sitting on the bottom step, head balancing in the palm of my hand. He banged against the doors, I thought that he was going to punch a hole in the wood.

"Gee?" Frank called from the top of the stairs. Turning around, I saw his adorable, smiling face. I grinned, jogging up the stairs, wrapping my arms around his semi-naked body. Mikey's harsh words made me realise just how much I loved him. I pressed my lips against his, their soft skin more inviting than I remembered. I pushed him against the wall, kissing his neck.

"Where's the baby?" I asked, pulling away. He took me by the hand, giggling as he did. I could still hear Mikey's frustrated ramblings outside the house, but the fact that Frank was holding me made every evil word that he had said to me erase from my memory.

He pushed the door open lightly, revealing the sleeping little boy. His rabbit's neck was nestled between his fingers, his arms outstretched. He looked like a little starfish. I grinned, looking over to the window. "Looks like our bed's taken." I chuckled, as he pushed me into my armchair.
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