"Well that's just great." Jackson said sarcastically, running a hand down his face and sighing as they walked out of the office building. Freddie ran a little way ahead, towards their parked car, as Aaron slipped an arm round Jackson's waist.

"It's not that bad." Aaron tried to reassure.

"'not that bad', Aaron, our home is burnt down. We're lucky nothing happened to Freddie for god's sake." Jackson cried. "We're gonna have to wait a month till anything can happen and even when it does, it's going to take months if not years to get everything close to what we had."

Aaron remained quite, knowing whatever he said wouldn't help matters. Jackson was fretting over everything. Today they had gone to the insurance company to discuss the fire and what they're next moves were. It wasn't great news. The cause of the fire was Freddie's bedroom TV, apparently the wires were faulty causing a spark and the rest is history. Jackson had felt sick at the thought of Freddie being trapped in his bedroom, scared as the flames licked his painted blue walls while he screamed for his daddies to save him, coughing on smoke. He wouldn't know what he would have done if anything had happened to their little boy, it sent a shiver down his spine at the thought. The news that followed only angered him. The insurance company where still discussing their claims. So they were to wait weeks until they were told when they could start the rebuild of their house. For now they would have to remain at Smithy Cottage in Paddy and Rhona's way.

Jackson flicked on the radio in the car, as Aaron pulled out of the car park. "At least this way we get a new TV and Xbox." Aaron grinned, expecting the playful punch in the arm by Jackson.

"Trust you Aaron Livesy to think of that!" Jackson laughed. ". . . and a new kitchen."

"Kitchen?" Aaron scoffed teasing Jackson.

"Yes. Kitchen. Not that you would know what one is by the amount of times you cook." Jackson teased back.

"WHAT THE HELL!" Aaron exclaimed as he slammed on the breaks, just inches away from a car that was pulling out in front of him.

Aaron slammed his hands on the steering wheel, sounding the car horn, before un-clipping his seat belt.

"Aaron." Jackson warned, placing a hand on his arm, knowing what Aaron was about to unleash.

Aaron just shrugged Jackson's arm off of him and continued to get out of the car, slamming the car door shut behind him.

"What's daddy doing?" Freddie asked innocently from the back, confused by his dad's lose of temper.

"Making an idiot of himself." Jackson sighed, making no move to go after Aaron who was now standing face to face with other driver yelling all sorts of profanities.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?" Aaron shouted, anger bubbling up inside of him. "I've got a young kid in the back there!"

The man smirked, unfazed by Aaron's lose of temper. He recognized that smirk. He'd had trouble with him a few weeks back at the school gates.

He snapped losing his temper he shoved the man, Wesley, back a few steps. "Think this is funny, yeah?" Aaron roared.

As soon as Jackson saw Aaron shove the man he was out of the car in a second, trying to calm the situation.

"Don't touch me." Wesley sneered, wiping a hand over his chest as though he was wiping away dirt.

Aaron inhaled deeply, biting back on his temper. Remembering his son was just few meters away he didn't want to show him how his dad could lose his self control so easily.

"Sorry-." Jackson started to apologize for Aaron's actions, calm the situation before Aaron interrupted.

"What for? This idiot wasn't looking where he was going." Aaron growled.

"It's alright. No damage done." Wesley commented already turning round back to his car.

Not willing to drop it, Aaron continued, ever the stubborn one. "No. It's not alright. Just admit you were in the wrong! So far you've just laughed about it all."

"Aaron. . ." Jackson sighed, rolling his eyes.

"It's okay." Wesley assured Jackson. "I'm sorry, okay?"

Aaron laughed.

"C'mon Aaron, he's said sorry lets just get home." Jackson muttered to him, trying to push back to the car.

"Is it because we're gay?" Aaron continued, taking a step forward shrugging of Jackson's hand.

Jackson rolled his eyes. Oh god. He thought. What was he playing at? No way would this stranger no if they were gay or not, just by sitting in a car.

"No, not at all." Wesley scoffed back.

"Yeah, of course." Aaron said sarcastically, still holding his glare on Wesley.

"Look no harm done." Wesley said holding his hands up. "Now if you don't mind, I need to be somewhere." Wesley began to head back to his car.

Jackson, standing behind Aaron, placed his hands on Aaron's arms and began to turn him around back to the car, thankful that they had dodged a messy situation. He would hate if Freddie ever had to witness lose his temper. The past five years Aaron had kept his temper in check in front of their son, albeit he was still the head case he fell in love with.

Aaron didn't say anything as he aggressively slammed his door shut, fastened his seat belt and revved the car into drive. Jackson chose to remain quite, taking note to ask Aaron about his behavior later on. Right now, they needed to get home, have dinner, put Freddie to bed and discuss their next plan.

Jackson sat at the kitchen table, watching Aaron busy himself with making them a cup of tea each. He was still in the awful mood from that evening's run in with that man called Wesley. He slammed drawers and doors shut as he searched for spoons and milk, slamming Jackson's tea down a little hard as he put it on the table, spilling hot tea everywhere.

"Damn it!" He hissed as hot liquid burnt his hand.

"Be careful." Jackson warned him a little too late. Aaron shot him a glare before ducking over to sink to run his hand under the cool tap. "Wanna tell me what this evening is all about?" Jackson asked. "I know for sure it's not just about what the insurance company said."

They sat in silence for a while. Aaron remaining quite, thinking how he was going to tell Jackson just what he was angry about. Jackson just sat still watching Aaron, waiting for him.

"That man earlier- Wesley, he . . . I've had a run in with him before." Aaron told Jackson. "At the school gates, he said something that really got to me. That's all."

Jackson tilted his head to the side slightly, pushing Aaron further.

"He said. . . He said that we shouldn't have kids. That it wasn't 'right'." Aaron mumbled staring into his mug. The words of Wesley's spiteful mind whirling around in his head, firing him again. "He said that Freddie should have a mother! What if- what if Freddie starts thinking that as well, when he sees all his mates have mums?"

Jackson reached over and placed a hand on Aarons. "He's got us. We're his parents." Jackson said simply.

"Yeah!- but what if he wants a mum. I. . . I wanted a mum." Aaron mumbles, ashamed to admit. When his mother had left him and his dad all those years ago, he missed her. He often wanted what his friends had. A mum. A mum who would nag him to call if he was going to be late, who washed his clothes, made sure he ate his dinner. A mum who loved him. Instead all he had was his dad, who couldn't care less when his little brother arrived.

Jackson was trapped there. He didn't know what to say. He'd often thought of the same thing. What if Freddie did want a mum? But he had them. They were his parents. They were his mum and dad no matter what gender they were. "Don't let what Wesley said get to you!" Jackson told Aaron sternly. "Freddie has us. He has two dads that will love him no matter what. He's got a huge family, that will always be there for him. What much more could he want?"

Aaron looked up at Jackson, finally tearing his gaze from his cup. " s'pose." Aaron breathed.

"Now, how about we take these into the living room, there's a movie on MTV that I want to watch." Jackson grinned, standing up and leading Aaron in the living room.