Gerard's POV.

“He's not here.” Ray muttered with a small shrug of his shoulders.

I laughed. “I know you have him.. Don't pretend you don't, Toro.” I sighed. “So get out of my fucking way!” I growled, shoving him backwards into the house. “Jamie?!” I called.

“No!” He growled, and only then did I feel the force of his fist crunching into the side of my jaw.

Fucking ow.

“Daddy!” Jamie sobbed as he ran over and hugged my leg tightly. He'd seen the punch, hadn't he?

“Hey Jaybear, it's okay.” I soothed, stroking his hair whilst I glanced at Ray to the side of me. “Mess with any of my family again and you'll wish you were dead.” I whispered before picking Jamie up, hugging him tightly against my chest. He was still sobbing.

Ray smirked and opened his mouth to speak though the words didn't come out. They were drowned out by the sound of sirens outside.

“How did..” He began, as there was a knock at the door.

I moved back to the door, holding Jamie with one arm whilst the other opened it. “Mr Toro is right here.” I grinned, nodding my head towards Ray, who had just about frozen on the spot.

I walked out as the police went in. Gave the cop who was still outside my name and address before getting into my car and driving home.

Frank's POV.

I couldn't believe Gerard had gone to Ray's. Well, no.. I could believe it. He would have done anything for Jamie but I thought he would have waited for me.

I jogged down the stairs quickly at the sound of the front door opening and breathed a small sigh of relief. “You got him.. Oh thank god!” I whimpered, wrapping my arms around the both of them. “The police got there right?”

“It was you that called them? I hoped it was.” Gerard grinned, kissing the top of my head and then the top of Jamie's.

I'd done something right for once.

We had a phone call from the police, saying they wanted to talk to us so we weren't to go anywhere, which was fine. We'd given Jamie a bath, gave him dinner and had put him to bed before calling Sarah.

Naturally, it didn't take her long to rush round, frantically knocking on the door. “You got him?” She gasped once inside, tears already streaking down her cheeks.

“I found out where he was.. Gerard went round and I called the police.” I murmured, nodding my head a little, though I didn't think she was listening, she'd already pushed past and gone up the stairs to check on her son.

It was a little while later when she came down with Jamie in her arms, and his bag.

“Sarah?” Gerard frowned, following her as she walked out of the house and to the car. “What are you doing..?”

“You think I'm letting my son stay here?!” She asked with a small laugh after carefully putting Jamie into the car, who was still fast asleep. Poor little guy was exhausted. “HE is not going anywhere near my son again!” She spat, pointing right at me.

“B-But..” I began, my heart sinking. I should have realised this would happen. She was obviously going to blame me for this.

“Sarah, please.. This wasn't-”

“Gerard!” Sarah snapped, turning to him. “He lost our son. I'm sorry but I can't let him be near me or Jamie right now.. He could have got killed, he could have been hurt, all because of him!” She muttered, sighing. “I'll call you tomorrow, Gerard. You can come and see Jay.. But he's not coming here.” She breathed before climbing into the car.

Me and Gerard watched in silence as she drove off without a second glance. “I.. I'm so sorry.” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears.

I'd fucked up, yet again.

Gerard sighed and took my hand before leading me back into the house. I couldn't believe this. I'd lost Jamie, managed to help get him back and now Gerard wasn't allowed to see his son in his own hosue.

“Frank this isn't your fault.” Gerard whispered once we were both cuddled up on the sofa. I was making the most of feeling his arms being wrapped around me. I hadn't felt him that close up since Jamie had gone missing.

“It is. I shouldn't have looked away, I should have told you as soon as I knew it was Ray, I should have-”

Though I was silenced by the warm feeling of Gerard's lips pressing hard against my own. That was certainly something I hadn't felt in a while.

“Frank.. This. Isn't. Your. Fault.” He muttered before kissing me again, letting his eyes slowly close over.

I would have replied to that, but I was melting into every little touch.

I whimpered and moved up his body to straddle Gerard's waist, our groins pressed together at last.

“I love you.” Gerard whispered against my lips.

Everything from then on was a blur.. A glourious blur of kisses, touches and pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure.