I stayed in the bathroom for about 30 minutes, on the floor hugging my knees before Ghoul came in. When he saw me he sighed and gave me a sad look before sitting next to me and wrapping an arm around me, letting me cry. By the time I had controlled myself, I had lost track of time.

"Why is this happening? Two years ago we never fought like this." I sniffled.

"Things have changed." He shrugged.

"Yeah they have. We only fight when were in Haven." And it's always about the kids...

"Dont you dare blame your kids." Ghoul warned looking at me.

"I'm not, our fights arnt because of the, their about them. He wants me to quit and be a mom, and I wanna be a killjoys and a mom."

"You guys were just raised differently, he lost his parents because of the war and he's afraid that might happen to your kids. Your father and other 'father' led the war, and it made your more acceptable towards it, but war broke his family apart." Fuck that makes a lot of sense.

"I guess your right." I said looking the other way.

"See, Uncle Frank solves everything." He laughed and so did I, he also gave me a small shove as a joke, but he touched my shoulders and it hurt like fuck.

"Fuck!” I said grabbing my shoulder in pain.

“Whoa, you okay?” He asked looking at my shoulders. I looked at what he was seeing; on both of my shoulders were 2 deep purple bruises in the shape of hands. “How the fuck did you get those?” He asked.

I stayed quite.

“Did Party…” He trailed off, I nodded. “Fuck. Even if it was just an argument, that’s not cool.”

“I know, I’m gonna go hold Kenzie.” I said getting off of the floor.

I walked down to the nursery where Gee and I put Kenzie to bed in a crib, and sure enough she was there asleep with her dad watching her. I took a deep breath before walking up to the crib, the opposite side of Gerard. I ignored him as I stared at my baby girl and stroked her sleeping face.

“Blue.” Party whispered, I let my eyes meet his. “Look I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice or grab-” He stopped talking when I looked back down at our baby.

“Tabitha, please talk to me.” He begged, he sounded hurt.

I stayed quite but looked at him, his eyes were glossy like he was gonna cry. I pulled down both of my sleeves so he could see the bruises he left on me. When he saw them his eyes widened and he took a shaky breath and a few steps back. He ran his hands through his red hair and started to pull on it.

“You have to know that I would never do-” I cut him off.

“Never what? Do that! Well you did, and I have the evidence to prove it.” I said raising my voice at him, Kenzie started to stir so I calmed down a bit for her. “Look, I know your scared that the war will take away their parents like it did to you, but that’s not gonna happen. It’s in my blood, wheatear you like it or not, I will continue to fight, so my kids don’t have to.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said.

“I know you don’t.” I walked over to him and cupped his face in my hands, he looked at me with tear filled eyes, “But I need to make my own choices. Come on.” I pulled him into my room.

When we had gotten there I locked my door and pulled him to my bed, I pushed him down and crawled on top of him and started to kiss him. He didn’t object, or push me to do more. I sat up and pressed my hips on top of his and stared to grind them a bit, I pulled my shirt off and leaned back down for another kiss. This time he ran his hands up and down my back sending me shivers; he stopped at my bra and unlatched it.

Gerard liked to be the one in control, he flipped us around so he was on top and he slip off my pants, leaving me in only my underwear. He looked up and down my body smirking as he pulled his own shirt and pants off, leaving him in his boxers. But he didn’t climb back on top of me; he rolled over to my side while I was still on my back. He pressed 3 of his fingers to my lips and slowly dragged them down my body until he stopped just above my underwear. He kept his eyes locked on my as he slipped them under.

His fingers pressed against my special spot and I let out a moan, he started to press harder and rub me, making me very wet. Soon I started buckling my hips in all directions and begging him just to fuck me already. He climbed back on top of me, all the while keeping his fingers doing his magic work, and started to kiss my neck, making me moan his name.

I didn’t see him take off his boxers but I did feel him enter me hard without warning. I gasped at the sudden contact. Normally he starts off soft then goes fucking hard, but this time he started going at it hard. Not long after he found a magic stop.

“FUCK!” I moaned, “Right there!” I yelled.

“He thrusted even hard on the magic spot and I yelled his name as I reached my orgasm, he yelled out mine as he came inside of me. When he was done he pulled out and laid next to me breathing heavily, I on the other hand, wanted more.

I climbed back on top of him and put him inside of me and started to bounce. He looked at me in confusion, but didn’t stop me.

“Again?” He asked out of breath.

I nodded and started bouncing even more, he gave small thrust in attempt but I could tell he was tired.

“Old man.” I mumbled but didn’t stop.

“Damn you teenagers have a lot of energy.” He said and continued with small thrusts. I rolled my eyes at him, he was almost 30 and I was19, no one really cared, but in some area I did have more energy then he did.

Even though we had make up sex, I don’t think this argument is over…

Notes

hehe smutty no? I would like to see some more votes if I may :P

Till next we meet my killjoys