Omg I couldn't wait for this chapter bc they're in Detroit

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We had finished up the show in Ohio last night but tonight we had a show in Detroit. We were performing at Saint Andrew's Hall, down in the Shelter. I smiled, holding Miles in my arms when some fans walked up excitedly. I gave them autographs and took pictures with them, making sure to cover my son's face when I did so.

"Hey, Frank!" Evan called them and I walked off.

I wrapped Miles in the blanket a little tighter. Despite it getting warmer I was still worried that he was too cold and he might get sick.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We were just gonna go out and grab some food," Evan asked.

I nodded, joining up with the rest of them.

"You're my real daddy now," Gee said as he giggled.

"I am," I said. "And Miles is your baby brother."

"And Mia is my real mommy," he said.

"Well, no, she isn't your real mommy," I said.

"I wish she was," Gee said.

"Me too," I muttered under my breath.

A few blocks down we saw a pizza place. We sat down at a table with two pizzas and I sighed quietly.

"We really need to get a stroller for Miles," Jamia said, chuckling as she saw me hold Miles with one hand and eat with the other.

"But I like having him close to me, I feel safer with him here with me than in a stroller," I said. "I mean, Gee was taken out of his stroller."

"Just because it happened to him it doesn't mean it'll happen to Miles," she said.

"I know but...I just keep thinking about someone taking Miles and starving him and leaving him locked up like he's nothing," I mumbled. "It just terrifies me."

"Nobody is gonna let that happen to him," Jamia said. "We would all do anything and everything to keep him safe."

The others nodded in agreement and I smiled.

"Thank you, guys, I wouldn't even be able to be strong enough to raise him if it wasn't for you guys always here to help me," I said.

They all smiled and Gee looked over.

"Can I hold Miles?" He asked.

"Okay but clean the pizza grease off your hands first," I said.

He went to the bathroom, washing his hands before he came and sat next to me. I handed him Miles carefully and he cradled him in his arms.

"Make sure you support his head, be careful," I said.

Gee nodded, cooing down at Miles. We finished eating and headed back to the venue. Someone was waiting from an online blog requested to interview me. I held Miles, answering their rather generic questions. I expressed my love for music and for my kids and for my bandmates.

"I can take him for a bit," Evan offered.

Evan took Miles from me and I found Jamia by the stage as she talked with Alex.

"Hey, Mia, I was dumb and I accidentally locked my guitar case again and I can't find my key," I said.

"You're always doing that," Jamia said, rolling her eyes. "You can't shut it so fast, you know that it's broken and if you shut it too hard it automatically locks."

"I know, it was an accident," I said.

We went back to the dressing room and I smiled as I shut the door behind us.

"How do you always lose the key too?" She asked as she picked up her guitar case. "It's small, can't you just put it in your wallet or something?"

"Mia, I didn't actually lock the case," I said with a small chuckle.

"Oh," She mumbled, a soft pink blush spreading over her cheeks.

I held her hips, pressing my lips against hers. She let out a soft whimper as I walked her back against the wall. She pulled me close, a leg going to hook around my waist to pull our hips together. I let out a soft gasp, going to kiss up her neck.

"O-oh fuck, Frank," she muttered.

I kissed her roughly, my body pressed tight against hers. The door burst open and I jumped away as Gee stood there staring at us.

"Gee, it's not what it looks like," I said.

"You were kissing her," Gee said.

"Yeah, th-this is just a new way of saying hello," Jamia said.

"Oh," Gee mumbled before walking back out.

I sighed and went out to the stage area. The walls were brick and the ceilings were low as people set up the lights. I went to the back of the small room near the bathrooms and helped Alex sat up the tables and hang up the merch for display. There was commotions near the door and I gasped when I saw some security guard pulling Gee out.

I ran over and went up the narrow stairs, chasing them out through the doors where the line of fans waited to be let in, all of them gasping a bit in excitement. The person shoved Gee to the ground as I gasped.

"Don't kiss me you fucking faggot," the man spot.

"Don't touch him!" I shouted.

I shoved him, very stupidly picking a fight with someone bigger than me.

"Don't you ever lay a finger on my son!" I yelled

I punched him but it seemed to only hurt my fist more than it actually hurt him. He shoved me to the ground, punching me roughly. It felt a lot like high school all over again as I received blow after blow. Security pulled him off me as Jamia rushed to my side. I grumbled unhappily, spitting on the concrete.

Security took us around the corner and I sat against the brick wall of the building on the crumbling cement of the pothole filled roads of Michigan. Jamia looked over my face in a panic as Evan walked over. I took Miles, Gently caressing his cheek. Gee sniffled, curling up next to my side.

"What happened?" The manager asked.

"I don't know, I just saw him dragging Gee out and when he shoved my son on the ground I shoved him and then we started fighting," I said. "Well, wasn't much of a fight, more just me getting my ass handed to me."

"Why did he throw you out?" He asked Gee.

Gee whimpered, hiding behind Jamia slightly.

"It's okay, sweetheart, you can talk to him," Jamia said.

"I only kissed him," he said. "I just wanted to say hello."

Jamia and I looked at each other and I cursed under my breath.

"I'm sorry, this is my fault," I said. "I told him that people say hello by kissing each other because I didn't want him to know that I was actually kissing someone romantically."

"Who were you kissing?" Alex asked.

I looked at Jamia for a moment before looking down.

"You kissed my sister?!" Evan exclaimed.

I just shrugged, reaching over to hold Jamia's hand.

"He started calling Gee a faggot," I said. "I promise Gee doesn't know any better, he's developmentally disabled and doesn't know right from wrong."

"Well, we can assure you that he is going to get reprimanded for his behavior," the manager said. "And I just want to apologize on his behalf for his behavior."

"Thank you," I said.

The workers left and Gee whimpered as he looked at his scraped elbow, showing it to me with a distressed cry.

"I'll go see if they have band-aids," Matt offered. "And something for you too, Frank."

He left and I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall.

"Frank, you're really dating my sister?" Evan asked.

"You don't have to get all protective of me now," Jamia said with a small huff.

"I can't help it, you're my sister," he said.

Gee wandered off between the space of the building and the next to look at the graffiti.

"Don't wander off to far," I said.

"I just wanna look at the pretty pictures," he said innocently.

"How long has this been going on?" Evan asked.

"Um, ever since that day Gee got sick," I said. "So almost a month then."

"Jesus," he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

Matt came back and went over to help Gee with his minor injuries after handing the bag to Jamia. She kneeled beside me, tilting my head up to get a good look of my face. I hiss softly when she rubbed something over the injuries on my face.

"Does it look bad?" I asked.

"Kinda sexy," she muttered.

"Gross," Evan mumbled.

I heard the people mover overhead and I sighed as I looked at my watch.

"When do we need to go in?" I asked.

"Soon, they're starting to let people in," Alex said.

I nodded and stood up, leaning against the graffiti covered wall. Gee ran over, hugging me tight.

"Sowwy you got ouchies," he said quietly.

"It's okay, Baby Boy," I said.

"Mommy, are we gonna sit at the table?" Gee asked.

"The merch table!" She exclaimed.

"You're not working it, remember?" I asked with a small chuckle. "Someone else is working it and you're staying in the dressing room with Miles."

"Oh yeah, that's right," she said. "I'm just so used to working the merch table it feels weird to be able to just sit here and play with this little cutie."

She tickled Miles' stomach and he gurgled, waving his arms.

"And play with me too!" Gee exclaimed.

Jamia tickled him and he giggled as he squirmed. We went inside and went down to the dressing room. I grabbed my plastic water bottle, filling it with hot water before adding a tea bag to it.

"Daddy, where are we again?" Gee asked.

"We're in Michigan, down in Detroit," I said. "Do you think I have time to take a nap before we go on?"

"You've got about two hours," Jamia said.

"Alright, I'm gonna go out to the van because it's gonna get loud when the opening bands go on," I said. "And I'm gonna go take Miles with me, he could probably go for a nap."

I gave Jamia a soft kiss and she blushed. I went out to the van, putting Miles in his seat.

"Nap time," I muttered.

I laid on the bench, yawning as I closed my eyes. I was half asleep when I heard people shuffling outside. I felt the van rocking slightly and saw someone trying to break in through the tinted windows. My heart stopped and I cursed, fear washing over me as I felt something washing over me too.

"Wait, I think there's someone inside," someone said.

The people outside scurried off and I whimpered as I looked down at the wet spot on my jeans. I changed into a new pair of jeans from my bag, trying to clean up the mess. I grabbed Miles and went inside to the dressing room, hearing the band playing.

"You okay?" Evan asked. "You look pale."

"Yeah, someone tried to break into the van," I said.

"Did you change your pants?" Jamia asked.

"I may have gotten scared and peed myself a bit," I mumbled.

The others laughed quietly as I blushed, clutching Miles to my chest.

"Not funny," I muttered.

"Daddy had a potty accident?" Gee asked. "It's okay, I have potty accidents sometimes too."

He kissed my cheek and I smiled softly, hugging him tight. I tickled him lightly, giving Miles to Jamia as I chased him around the dressing room to tickle him while he shrieked with laughter.