I was strapped into the plane seat as we went down and I sobbed. When it hit the water a piece of metal flew over and hit my chest, stabbing me in the heart.

I woke up screaming, my body covered in sweat. Jamia hurried into my room and wrapped her arms around me. I cried into her shoulder as she held me tight, running her fingers through my hair and kissing my forehead.

"It's okay," she whispered. "It was just a dream, it wasn't real."

I looked around and saw I was back in my bedroom. I calmed down a bit, holding her tight. It's been two weeks since the plane and I've had nightmares every single night.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart," she whispered. "Get some rest."

I didn't really fall asleep completely but soon the sun was up. Jamia made us breakfast and I sat at the counter.

"Gee, have you talked to Frank about your nightmares?" She asked.

"No," I mumbled. "I don't want him to worry, he always seems to be worrying."

"He just wants you to be safe and happy," Jamia said.

"But he doesn't always seem to be worried about me," I said. "He always seems to be stressing out about something that's completely irrelevant to me but he doesn't tell me what it is and I don't know if I should ask or not."

"You two can't not tell each other stuff," she said. "Invite him over, you haven't seen him much since you got back from Paris."

I nodded and ate quickly. I went upstairs and called him.

"Daddy, c-can you come over for a little bit?" I asked.

"Yeah, Of course I can," he said. "I'll be there soon."

He hung up and I decided that I didn't want to change out of my pajamas. I stayed in my pink footy pajamas until Frank walked into the room. He gave me a kiss, laying down beside me on the bed.

"What's wrong, Baby?" He asked. "It looks like you've been crying."

"I've been having nightmares about the plane crash," I mumbled.

"Why didn't you tell me, Baby?" He asked.

I shrugged and he kissed my forehead.

"I don't want you getting scared," he said. "I wanna make you feel safe."

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm all good," he said. "My arm was a little sore from the stitches but I'm all good now."

I gave him a kiss and he smiled.

"Do you wanna talk about your nightmares?" He asked.

"Well, I'm my dream we're on the plane again but your arm isn't over me so the metal stabs me in the heart," I mumbled.

"Baby, That didn't happen and it's not ever going to happen," he said.

I nodded softly and he gave me a kiss.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" He asked.

"You just always seem to be worrying," I said. "Especially about work too."

"I'm not worrying," he said. "It's just normal stress."

"Daddy, it's not really good for our relationship if you don't tell me everything," I said.

Frank sighed, running a hand down his face.

"It's really nothing," he said. "Just some arguments over prices."

"What do you sell?" I asked. "When you said you were in trading and marketing I was thinking it was more like it was in the stock market."

"Oh, no, not that kind of market," he said. "Although, it wouldn't be a bad idea to buy stock, I should try and check it out one day. But no, I sort of, like, I sell...it's complicated."

I looked at him in confusion, frowning softly.

"Jewelry, we sell jewelry," he said. "Diamonds, they make lots of money."

"You're lying," I said.

"No, I'm not," he denied. "Really, I'm serious."

I sat up, turning my back to him as I sniffled. I felt the bed shift beside me and he held my hips.

"Baby Boy," he muttered.

Frank kissed the back of my neck and I pulled away.

"You have to tell me the truth," I stated.

I stood up, turning around to face him as I crossed my arms. He sat on the edge of the bed, he looked so upset. Frank sighed and loosened his tie.

"For someone so little and cute you're scary when you're angry," he mumbled but I didn't say anything. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. It's just complicated, okay? I promise I'm not lying. I do sell jewelry but it's complicated because I'm currently in the process of changing my product. My dad sold jewelry but I'm in the process of trying to change it into something else, that's just why I got a little confused because I'm sort of in the middle of stuff."

"Oh," I mumbled.

He held both my hands and I smiled softly.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too, Daddy," I said.

He gave me a kiss, pulling me closer.

"What are you gonna sell then?" I asked, straddling his hips.

"I don't know, what do you think I should sell?" He asked.

"Stuffies," I said.

Frank thought for a moment, biting his lip.

"You know what, I can actually do that," he said. "You can design stuffed animals and I can get them made and sell them."

"Seriously?" I asked, my jaw dropping.

He nodded and I shrieked happily, grabbing my sketchbook. Frank watched me draw out a few rough sketches of some cute little stuffies.

"I don't wanna sell all of them," I said.

"Well, you can keep some, obviously," he said.

"No, I want to donate some stuffed animals to places like children's hospitals and orphanages and stuff like that," I said. "And I want some of the profit to go to charities."

"Anything you want," Frank said. "God, you're so sweet."

I doodled a little bit more, cuddling close to his side.

"I was worried that maybe you were lying to me and we can't have a good relationship if it starts off with just a bunch of lies," I said.

"Im not lying, Baby Boy, that's why I've been so stressed out, because of the product change," he said.

I gave him a soft kiss and he cupped my cheek as he deepened it. I whimpered, setting my sketchbook aside. Frank gently laid me down on the bed, his hands holding my hips. I let out a soft breath as I pulled away.

"Daddy," I muttered. "I-I'm tired and I wanna take a nappy but will you stay with me? You keep the scary dreams away."

Frank nodded, giving me a kiss. He tucked me into the bed and I sniffled, grabbing my paci.

"You're gonna stay the whole time, right?" I asked.

"I'm not going anywhere," he stated.

I nodded, closing my eyes. I laid my head down on his chest, the heat radiating off his body. Frank ran his fingers through my hair, holding me close. I eventually fell asleep in his arms, cuddled up close to him.

I was feeling a lot better when I woke up, I hadn't realized how tired I was until I finally got some sleep just now. Frank kept his promise and I saw him smiling down at me. I blushed, burying my face into his shoulder.

"Baby Boy, you're so beautiful," he muttered.

"No I'm not," I mumbled.

"You are, you're gorgeous, absolutely and one hundred percent perfect," he said. "You take my breath away."

I giggled shyly, burying my face into his chest.

"Cutie," he muttered.

I sat up and stretched, going to open my curtains.

"You look so cute in your jammies," he said.

I blushed, picking up some of the dirty clothes on my floor. Frank sat up in bed and I fixed some books on my shelf.

"I like my room clean, it bothers me when things are out of place in my room," I said.

"Are our going home for the summer?" Frank asked.

He almost seemed sad by the thought of me leaving.

"I might visit for a week or something but I'm not going back," I said. "And I'll probably wait until June or July once my brother gets off school because usually we go on a little family trip."

"That sounds fun," he said. "Where do you go?"

"Not far, usually just upstate for a few days," I said.

"I'm gonna miss you when you're gone," he said.

"You will?" I asked, a small smile spreading over my face.

"Of course I will, Baby Boy," he said. "I love you so much and every time I'm away from you—even if it's just for five minutes—my heart shatters and I just want to hold you tight."

I giggled happily and straddled his hips. I kissed him softly and his hands held my hips as he laid down so I laid on top of him.

"I love you," I whispered.

I laid my head down on his chest, feeling the soft thumping of his heart as his chest rose up and down with every gentle breath he took.

"Thank you," I said.

His arm wrapped around my waist, draped loosely around me.

"Thank you for what?" He asked.

"For coming here because I was scared," I said. "I didn't really wanna be alone at all."

"I'll always be here for you, Baby," he said. "No matter what I'm gonna be here. I'm your Daddy and I'm gonna take care of you. I love you so much."

My fingers ran over his tie gently and I smiled.

"I like your suits," I said. "Why do you always wear them?"

"Gotta be professional," he said.

"I think it makes you look hot," I said.

Frank chuckled and I sat up to straddle his hips.

"Hot, huh?" He asked.

I nodded and put my hands on his chest, I kissed him softly, my hips grinding down against him slowly. I giggled as Frank flipped me over suddenly, pinning me to the bed.