I smiled as we walked around town, looking around the coast of California. I wished Gerard could be here, I'm sure he would love it. We walked into a record shop and I looked at the boy behind the counter. He had dyed blond hair and was sitting on a stool as doodled in his notebook.

"Hey, you're Michael, right?" I asked as I walked over to him. "Michael Way?"

"Mikey, yeah," he said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Frank Iero," I said. "I'm the one who takes care of and adopted your older brother, Gee."

"Oh, yeah, right," he said, looking back down at his notebook as he scribbled with his pen.

"He's doing fine, just in case you were wondering," I said.

Mikey sighed and looked up at me.

"I'm sure he is," he said. "You seem like an amazing person, Mr. Iero. And I know you're doing everything you can to take care of him, I read about you in the magazine. But honestly I'm not close with my brother. He was kidnapped two years before I was born and my whole life my parents just compared me to Gerard even though he was only a year old when he was taken. They were always trying to mold me into what they thought he would be like. They thought he was gonna be some genius doctor or something."

"Well, i'm sure they got quite a surprise when they met Gee," I said.

Mikey snickered and nodded his head.

"They kept freaking out," he said. "When Gee lived with us for that short amount of time they would take away his toys and replace it with a book and Gee would flip. He would scream and throw the book because he refused to read it, nearly knocked my parents in the head a few times."

"Gee doesn't know how to read," I said.

"That explains why he got so upset when they tried to get him to read," he said. "They kept trying to fix him but Gee would only throw fits."

"Gee doesn't need to be fixed," I said. "He's perfect just how he is."

Mikey nodded. "I never said that he did need to be fixed. My parents just thought they were supposed to fix him so he could go to college and get a job."

"I wish he could but he won't be able to do that," I said. "The chances of him being able to catch up to people his own age is extremely slim. The doctors told me that they think the highest mental age he'll get to is maybe nine but he'll most likely stay around five years old."

"What about his size?" Mikey asked.

"No, he's permanently stunted because he was so malnourished," I said. "I mean, he's twenty and he doesn't even way fifty pounds."

"That's really sad," Mikey mumbled. "I can't travel because I'm still just in high school but if he's ever here then call me and I'll spend some time with him."

"Alright, thank you," I said. "My son is his brother and he loves having a baby brother. I think that he'll really like being able to have another brother."

"When he came to live with us I felt bad," he said. "I grew up hating him just because my parents were trying to change me into being how they thought he would be. And then I actually met him and I felt bad. He was just a scared little boy being taken away from everything he ever knew."

"He really is sweet, I know you might not have seen that from him throwing fits the entire time," I said.

"My parents just tell people that he's still kidnapped," Mikey said. "They would rather pretend he doesn't exist than ruin their image because they sent their kidnapped son away because of his disabilities."

"Frank," Cara said. "Look what I found."

I walked over to the other side of the shop and grinned when I saw one of my records.

"Oh my god, this is amazing," I mumbled.

It was one of the colored vinyls, the grey and pink one. I bought it and smiled happily, a huge grin on my face.

"I can't believe that I actually found one of my records in a shop in LA," I said.

I walked around and bit my lip as I looked through some of the cheaper albums. I would get a lot of money from this tour but I still wanted to try and save as much as I could because diapers and formula and food is all so expensive.

"Hey, Frank," Evan said.

I looked over and smiled when I saw he was taking a picture of the two of us.

"What are you doing with that?" I asked.

"Sending it to my sister," he said.

I smiled and nodded, paying for the record. I stepped outside and smiled from the warm air that surrounded me. It was so nice here I was able to wear just a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a light jacket. It was starting to get late and the sun was starting to set but it was still nice out.

"Frank Iero?" Someone asked.

I saw a college-age looking girl walking up to me. She had a huge grin on her face as she ran a hand through her long, dyed blue hair.

"Oh my god, I'm a huge fan," she said. "My friends won't believe I met you, Can I get a photo?"

"Of course," I said.

I smiled for a photo with her and she was giggling happily.

"I saw you last night and I'm seeing you again tomorrow," she said. "You're an amazing performer. You know there's those bands that are great but live they just aren't as good or vice versa but your studio albums are just as good as you performing live. You take my breath away. Honestly everything you do is just so amazing."

"Awe, thank you," I said. "It means a lot to have fans that actually support me."

She smiled and leaned closer. Next thing I knew her lips was against mine, her hands on my shoulders as she kissed me. I shoved her back, shaking my head.

"Hey, I am in a relationship, you can't just go around Fucking kissing people," I said.

"Is it a happy relationship?" She asked.

"Of Fucking course It is," I said. "I'm gonna fucking propose."

"But I thought you hooked up with fans," she said. "That's how you had Miles."

"No, I hooked up one time, it's not a habit," I said. "I am in a happy relationship."

"Well, here's my number if you change your mind," she said.

She slipped me a piece of paper before walking off and I scowled. I crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the trash, sighing as I leaned against the brick wall of the building. Alex walked out, frowning softly.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, it's just that a fan just started kissing me because apparently people think I commonly hook up with fans because of what happened with Alicia," I said.

"Did you tell her off?" He asked.

I nodded. "Of course I did. I told her I was in a very happy relationship and I was about to be engaged."

"You are?" Alex asked in shock. "You and Jamia have only been a couple for a few months."

"I know but I love her," I said. "And she found the ring and she told me if I want to propose to her then I have to do it properly and not just over Skype so I'm pretty sure she's gonna say yes."

"Frank, that's amazing," he said. "You two are so perfect for each other."

"Thanks, Alex," I said. "God, I'm so nervous but I'm still so excited.."

"Do you know how you're gonna do it yet?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I want it to be so sickly sweet she gags. Like, I want rose petals and candles and the whole shebang. I just don't know what to do exactly. I want it to be really sweet, I wanna make her cry because it's so sweet."

Alex chuckled, leaning back against the wall with me.

"Maybe you can go bring her to the docks in New York," he said. "The ones where all the pretty lights are and then you can propose there at night with the twinkling white lights."

"It's right near the venue we're performing at," I said. "After we perform and Fall Out Boy goes on I can take her out to the docks and propose because that'll be after the lights turn on and I gets all empty and peaceful."

"She's gonna love it," Alex said.

I nodded. "I'll have to ask Gee to bring the ring without him telling Jamia."

"Is she okay with adopting Gee and Miles?" He asked.

"She is," I said. "And god I am so glad about that, I really want her to be the mother to my kids. I'm glad she loves them."

"You'll have a beautiful, odd family," he said. "You two married with one adopted twenty year old son who was a kidnapping victim and another son you had during a hookup after a concert with a fan."

"We do have a weird fucking family," I said with a small chuckle. "I don't care, I love them all either way."

"And you're gonna have more little kids running around with Jamia," he said. "Jesus Christ, you're gonna have a full house. Even if you and Jamia only have like three kids you'll end up with five kids."

"Well, maybe just one more is fine," I said. "Jamia's house is a little bigger so we'd probably move in there because she has one extra bedroom."

"To think, just a little while ago you were a single man performing at shit bars for people who didn't care for you while being single and childless and just spending all your time drinking and hooking up with chicks," he said. "Now you're here and your band is famous and you're about to be engaged and you have two kids and you're even planning on having more."

"I'm gonna call them to check up on them," I said.

He nodded and went back into the store as I called Jamia.

"Hey, Baby, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing, I finally got Miles down and I was just about to go to sleep myself," she said.

"So soon?" I asked.

"Well, there's a time difference, Frank," she said and I nodded sadly. "I saw instagram, seemed like you were having fun today with the band and Cara."

"Yeah, maybe one day we can all go on a vacation here, it's a lot of fun," I said. "Are you really going to sleep now? I thought that maybe we could talk for a bit, we haven't talked all day."

"I don't know, Frank, I'm tired, you should go have some fun with them," she said, sadness laced within her words. "Miles and Gee were both throwing fits today and I'm just tired and worn out."

"Okay, well, goodnight then, I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she said.

Jamia hung up and I frowned softly. I stuffed my phone into my pocket before heading back into the shop.