Hello everyone! I just wanted to say this: I'm really upset because a very close friend of mine are a year in Japan as an exchange student, she is okay but she says it is chaose down (for me at lest) there and if you have some money to spare this month, please please give it to charity! It is well-needed!

With that said, enjoy the chapter and don't foreget to review!

Gerard.

When I woke up the next day I didn't dare to call Alex, it was almost lunch and when I came into the kitchen Fray was still there.

"Mum called." He told me, and I felt that he wasn't happy about the situation. "She wants me to stay here for a while. She said it was time for "FATHER and SON BOUNDING"" he made air speech markers as he spoke sarcastically.

"Seriously?" I needed a smoke so bad. And coffee. But first a smoke…

"Mhm." He answered and stared at me.

"Soooo…. What do you want to do?" I asked my kid as I lit up the morning cigarette.

Frank.

"Hey…" I said with a soft voice and Jamia turned around to stare at me. I had never felt more in love with her like in this moment. And I was probably going to lose her.

"Look who comes back!" she said as she rubbed her pregnant belly. She was mad.

"I love you!" I said.

"Did it take you that long to figure that out? What happened Frankie? She had to turn you down a couple of times before you decided to come crawling back to the pregnant one?" she was furious. And I had never before in my life I had felt more embarrassed, this was my wife for crying out loud…

"No… I was just waiting for you to cool down. Because I didn't want you to do something stupid…"

"It didn't help!"

"Could you just let me explain? I'm still the guy who you married, the father to those children growing in your belly!"

"So why didn't you tell me about this Alex before? About your little high school fling?" Jamia stared at me.

"Because first of all it was in fucking high school and second of all I didn't think it mattered for you, for us…" she cut me off.

"Until she came back and messed things up with her pretty perfect fuckign face and nice body…"

"For crying out loud Jamia, I THOUGHT SHE WAS FUCKING DEAD!"

"BUFUCKINGHU! I don't care if you thought she was dead or not, you still love her and I feel betrayed. Did you ever love me as much as you love her?" I just stared at her, what was I supposed to say? "Or was it always a lie?"

"I have never ever lied about my love to you. If you ever think that we aren't supposed to be together. And I want you to know that when I saw her now for the first time after she told us about that she was carrying Gerard's baby, isn't that a hint by the way? I didn't love her in that way anymore, and that's because I love you so bad! She is just like a sister to me now."

"I don't believe you."

"But that is the truth Jamia, I love you!"

We weren't getting somewhere and I was praying that I wouldn't lose her; I loved her way to much. Otherwise I never had married her.

Alex.

I had spent some hours at my father's hospital bed and was on my way home. I found Bob in the kitchen and he smiled a silly smile at me.

"You look happy?"

"I want to hang with you, I missed you!" he said mysteriously.

"Yeah what do you want to do?" he just kept on smiling at me and it freaked me out a little.

"Are you still a fan of Green Day?"

"Yeah…" I answered and he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out from the house, on the way out we passed by Alice in the little garden.

"If Gerard, or Fray calls tell them to call her cell… we are going away for the day, back tonight…" Bob told her as he climbed into his car.

"Where are we going?"

"In time sis!" I sighed and gazed out trough the window, after a while Bob stopped the car and I looked at him in surprise, we had stopped outside a building I only had seen pictures of.

"Some of my friends are here and recording a little and they needed help with some sound stuff and I thought it could be fun for you to take a part of my world, after all these years…"

"That sounds cool…" I was freaking out a little, yes I'm no normal soon to be 31 year old kind of single mum, but Bob was playing gentleman and opened the door for me as I giggled.

"BOOOOOOB!" someone shouted from the front door.

"I know that voice…" I said out loud.

"Hi Billie, this is my younger sister!"

"The long-lost one?"

"The same!" I said as the blood rushed to my face.

"Oi! Mike, Tré… Bob and his sister are here!" Billie yelled and then he opened his arms and gave me a hug. The other guys came out and said hello and then they kidnapped Bob, it was only me and Billie out there.

"I've heard so much about you…" he said after a while, he didn't say who "he" was but I knew it was Gerard.

"Yeah?"

"He used to come over to our bus when he got drunk on tour and cry and curse you for stealing his heart."

"He wasn't that innocent, he stole mine too…" Billie laughed together with me.

"But anyhow in the morning the day after he showed up again and pretended that it never had happened… It was painful to see…" I tried to smile at him but it was a pain for me. "You are his muse, his inspiration… I'm a little afraid that he will lose it now when you are back…"

"What the heck are you talking about?" I just stared at him.

"Well you are back; you are clearly in love with the man…"

"No…"

"Darling… I can see it in your eyes!"

"Why, oh why do people have to go over this with me all the time?" I sighed as Billie giggled.

Bob and the other guys walked out from the studio and joined us so we dropped the subject, I had a great afternoon.

Frank.

We had been fighting for hours now and this was bad, worse then it ever had been.

"SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING DO JAMIA?"

"I. Want. You. To. Fucking. Leave!"

"Okay, okay… then call me when you have calmed down. You know where to find me. I love you!" I said before I left, maybe for the last time. Only god knows if this was a fixable problem…

Gerard.

Me and Fray had spend the most of the day at the local Starbucks talking over some cups of coffee and now we were heading for the basement to watch tones of horror movies, it was nice in some way.

"So this is where you spend your high school days?"

"The very same place…"

We then shut up and let the film take over our attention.

"Fray; there is one thing I would like to ask you…"

"Go ahead!"

"Do you still hate me?"

"No dad, I don't think I do…" he turned his face against me and smiled.

It is not easy to make a story sad when you are watching Pretty Woman... but I hope I made a good job! ;)