A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews from the last Fanfic = Baby Blue. This is the sequel, which was asked for. I have end idea where I would like to run with this but as usual, I'm open to your ideas as well! So please, read and review! Enjoy.

"Aaron, make sure he gets to school on time!" Jackson warned as plucked his Van keys from the side.

"Sure." Aaron mumbled as he kept his eyes rained on the TV.

"Aaron!" Jackson sighed. He knew Aaron wasn't listening.

"What?- Yes, I will. Now go to work." Aaron breathed taking his feet off the coffee table and turning round to Jackson to show he'd really been paying him attention after all.

"Okay, thanks. See you later." Jackson said kissing Aaron goodbye before leaving for work.

"Finally!" Aaron teased with a grin as Jackson rolled eyes while he walked out the door.

"Right, Freddie!" Aaron called up the stairs, waiting for the five year old to answer him. "Freddie!"

A few seconds later he answered at the top of the stairs. "What?" He grumped, just like one of his dads.

Aaron let the five year olds grumpiness wash over him. "School. Five minutes. Hurry." He said simply waiting for Freddie to get ready.

"But-" Freddie started before Aaron tilted his head with a raised eyebrow, a 'do-as-your-told' look plastered all over his face. With an exaggerated sigh Freddie pouted and stomped off to his bedroom to get his school uniform on.

While Freddie got dressed and washed, Aaron went into the kitchen and hoped Jackson had already packed Freddie's lunch box. Jackson had taken over the role of making sure Freddie had lunch for school, his uniform was washed, and his homework was completed and everything along that level. Aaron liked to be the 'fun' parent, but really he could only just do them things for himself let alone Freddie. The one time he had packed Freddie lunch for school, he'd shoved two packets of crisps and a handful of marshmallows into his transformer lunch box. Jackson had always made sure he prepared meals after hearing what Aaron had done. The both of them would be lost without Jackson.

Just as he was placing Freddie's lunchbox in his school bag, he came bounding down the stairs and hurtling into the kitchen attempting to rugby tackle Aaron's legs.

"Woah!" Aaron cried out as the dark blonde haired boy continued to push against his legs, nearly toppling him off balance.

Freddie emitted a high pitched squeal as Aaron leaned forward, hugging Freddie's legs and tilting him upside down. "Put me down! Put me down!"

"Oh no, I've lost Freddie." Aaron exclaimed playing ignorance.

"I'm here!- put me down!" Freddie cried out giggling.

"No, sorry what was that? I think I herd something." Aaron continued to tease, looking round the kitchen.

"It's me! Daddy, put me down. Please!" Freddie squealed.

"Oh. There you are." Aaron sighed, with a huge grin on his face at the sight of his son laughing as he placed him the right way up, his face bright red. "Come on, get your shoes on. Otherwise we'll be late and your dad will kill me." Aaron told Freddie seriously, noticing the time.

Aaron shrugged on his jacket, swiped his keys off the side and switched the radio off as he left the kitchen before going upstairs. Many times they had come home to find Freddie had left his light or TV on all day after having asked him if he'd switched them off before school, getting an answer of "yes I have". They didn't want a huge electrical bill or even worse a fire start in their home while they were away, it would be awful. Just as Aaron had suspected, Freddie's TV was blaring in the corner of his blue bedroom, some cartoon dog chatting away.

Aaron sighed to himself as he switched it off and quickly corrected Freddie's duvet. Freddie took after him when it came to making his bed. He never bothered before. They'd tried to teach Freddie to make his own bed but it was like water off a ducks back.

"Right come on you, in the car." Aaron said as he took the stairs to at time and scooped Freddie up, carrying him outside.

Freddie had definitely inherited Jackson's confidence and humour. They'd never received any bad reports from teachers since he had started a year ago and they'd never herd him winge about going either. He loved it. They'd received glowing reports, always praising them that he was a lovely child who got on with everyone and was always polite, it was all Jackson's doing.

Aaron parked the car on the side of the road just a short distance from the school and they both got out. Freddie was babbling on and on about this new toy he wanted to get as they walked towards the gates, joining other parents and their children as they went to school. Aaron never really paid attention to other parents at the school. Jackson was the sociable one out of them both. But he couldn't over help but over hear one of the parents.

"It's not right." He herd one of them say as he walked close to them.

"I don't know." The other said, not wanting to speak bad.

"Oh just admit it. You're all thinking the same. Poor child, think how humiliated he feels." The first one said. "He needs a mum." The last line had Aaron knowing exactly what he was talking about him. Them. Him. Jackson.

"But they're happy." The reasonable voice said. "My little Jessie is friends with him, they dropped him off round mine the other week. They're pretty normal."

"Normal!" The other protested. "How is . . . that normal?"

Aaron tried to tune the conversation out and focus solely on the toy Freddie was talking about. He didn't want to listen. Yes, some people had protested against Jackson and himself having a son, saying all sorts of things over the years. But those people were rare, most accepted there situation. Aaron had lost his cool many times when people had raised their hurtful views when Freddie was younger. He was going to let himself lose his temper this time. Not in front of Freddie, he wouldn't.

"Freddie, Lauren's over there, why don't you go say hi a minute." Aaron asked his son, pointing over to a small dark haired girl, standing by the gates with her mum and two other children. "I'll be over in a minute."

"Okay." Aaron watched as Freddie ran over to them before turning round to the two people who had been discussing him.

One of them was Gwen, a friend of Jacksons-of theirs. They had been invited round hers the other week, her daughter Jessie was good friends with Freddie and it was her birthday party. She'd never really shown any discomfort towards them. The other was a man who he had never seen before. Even though he didn't socialise with the other parents often, it didn't mean he didn't know who everyone was. He must have a child just starting at the school. He looked a lot older than Aaron. But then again, most parents at the school were older then him. He'd only had Freddie had eighteen, making him the youngest.

"Morning' Gwen." Aaron greeted, acknowledging her.

"Morning Aaron." She smiled, shifting a nervous glance to her new friend. "This is Wesley, my cousin. He's just moved here. His son is just joining this school today."

"Ah right. Hi." Aaron said, nodding his head towards the older man.

Even though the man held a disgusted face he returned the greeting.

"Couldn't help but over hear." Aaron started not lifting his gaze from Wesley.

"Didn't mean anything by it-." Gwen hastened, shooting Wesley a look.

"No I did. I have my opinions and a right to voice them." Wesley interrupted.

Aaron smirked, looking the guy up and down. "Just watch where you voice them. I don't want my son listening to the crap that you talk." Aaron growled.

"Can't be any worse then having two gay parents, where's his mum?" Wesley snapped.

Aaron laughed mockingly. "He's loved and that's all that matters." Aaron gritted his teeth, walking away. He wasn't going to lose his temper. He wouldn't. He wasn't going to let the words get to him. He'd managed to not let the words affect him before. He sure as hell could do the same now.