Okay I don't know what happened to my translator I think they deleted their Instagram or something

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The car pulled up to the campsite and we got out. The scent of trees surrounded me and I smiled happily.

"Fancy car," my dad remarked.

I smiled, giving them all hugs.

"What model is this?" He asked.

"Rolls-Royce Ghost," Frank said.

"Didn't know we invited the queen," my dad said.

Frank opened the trunk, helping us to get everything out. This was the first time I've seen him wearing anything but a suit. He wore a pair of black jeans with a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

"Alright, we gotta set up the tent," I said.

Frank looked a little confused but let us lead as we set it up. He smiled at our success, standing up to look at it.

"Man, this is the first time I've ever built a tent," he said proudly.

I giggled, kissing his cheek. He looked down at his shoes and gasped.

"Oh man, I got mud on my shoes," he muttered unhappily.

I smiled, holding his hand. We brought things into the tent and Frank set up the air mattress. I flopped down on it and sighed.

"I feel like I'm cheating, air mattresses aren't real camping," I said.

Frank walked out of the tent and I quickly followed.

"There's no reception," he said, looking at his phone.

"Yeah, we're in the middle of the woods," I said.

"Okay, hold on a second," he mumbled.

Frank walked off to try and find some reception.

"Kid couldn't even pitch a tent," my dad muttered.

"He doesn't need to know how to pitch a tent," I said, rolling my eyes.

"When we have a regular dinner are we gonna need to eat with our pinkies out too?" My mom asked.

"Stop it, you guys are mean," I said.

"We're just playing, sweetheart," my mom said, kissing my cheek. "He seems sweet."

I sighed and walked down to the lake where Mikey and Evan were trying to skip rocks.

"Your boyfriend seems lame," Mikey said.

"Your lame," I said.

"Can he buy me a car?" Evan asked. "I just got my permit!"

I shook my head.

"He's old," Mikey said.

"He is not," I denied.

"He is too," Mikey retorted.

I scowled and grabbed a handful of pebbles, throwing them at him. I went back up and sat next to Jamia.

"You guys are just in time for lunch," Jamia's dad, James, said as Frank came back.

"We have hotdogs," Denise, Jamia's mom, said.

"Oh, I'm vegetarian," Frank said.

"That's what Gee said so we got some vegetarian tofu dogs," Denise said.

Frank sat next to me, holding my hand.

"What were you doing?" I asked.

"I was just trying to find some reception," he said. "I didn't get any."

Frank looked really uncomfortable about the thought and I frowned.

"Do you need your phone that bad?" I asked.

"I just wanna be available just in case one of my men need me," he said.

"Well, they know you're on a little weekend vacation," I said. "What's so important with stuffed animals?"

"Nothing," he mumbled. "It's nothing, nevermind."

I frowned and he squeezed my hand gently.

"Is everything okay?" I asked quietly.

He nodded and watched my dad start a fire. We were handed fire pokers with hot dogs and we cooked them over the fire.

"I've never done this before," Frank said with slightly amusement.

"You got fancy cooks for you?" James asked.

"Eh, not always," Frank said.

"He has a successful business," I said, hoping that they would know Frank works hard for what he has. "He sold jewelry and now I'm working with him and I'm designing stuffed animals and having them made to be sold or donated."

"That's sweet," Denise said.

I nodded and pulled my hot dog back. I put it into a bun and ate it quietly. We were all sitting around the campfire laughing and talking as music played in the background.

"Frank, where do you live?" James asked.

"Not far from Gee's campus," he said.

"Is that where you met?" Denise asked.

"No, we met on a blind date," I said.

"How was your semester?" my mom asked.

"It was good," Jamia asked. "I think I did really well on my exams."

"Me too" I agreed. "I think I did really well. I studied for so long I thought my brains were gonna fall out of my head."

Evan and Mikey giggled at the graphic commentary.

"It's so hot out, oh my god," Jamia muttered. "This makes me wish the cold."

"I do not miss shoveling the driveway," Evan said.

I finished eating quickly and sighed as I walked away, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler.

"Can you get me one, Baby?" Frank asked.

I nodded, going back and handing him one.

"We should go swimming later," I said. "It's hot out, swimming would be so nice."

"Yes, let's go now," Jamia agreed.

We hurried off into the tent, getting changed into swimsuits. The two of us hurried down to the lake and giggled as we walked in the cool water.

"I don't think my family likes Frank," I said sadly.

"They're just not used to how wealthy he is," Jamia said. "You know our parents have never really had a lot of money. It's just unusual for them."

I saw Frank walk over in his swim trunks and smiled. I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

"Sorry about my parents," I mumbled.

"It's perfectly fine," he said. "They're just teasing."

"It's not very nice, though," I said. "Sometimes I feel like my dad really doesn't know how to act normally in society.

"It's okay, beautiful, you don't need to apologize for anything," he said.

Frank gave me a soft kiss and I smiled.

"Awe, you two are so cute together," Jamia cooed.

"Gee is the cute one," Frank said.

I blushed, shaking my head. We swam around for a little while, just playing in the water until we began to get bored and it began to get cold as the sun started setting. We wrapped towels around ourselves and walked back to the campsite. We went into the tent and Jamia frowned.

"You need to turn around, Mister," she said, pointing to Frank.

He smiled and turned his back to us.

"I don't like girls anyway," he pointed out.

Jamia just ignored him and turned her back. We all got dressed into comfy sweatpants and hoodies.

"I've never seen you look so informal," I said to Frank as Jamia left the tent.

"Yeah? Do I look okay?" He asked.

Frank seemed like he genuinely wanted to know. Like he wanted to look good for me and he was worried about his appearance.

"You always look amazing," I said.

I gave him a kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too, Baby Boy," He said quietly. "I'm kind of wishing we were home right now because I just wanna get into a nice hot bath with you and cuddle while watching a movie in the bubbles."

I laid my head down on his shoulder and he ran his fingers through my damp hair.

"Also, I've been avoiding this but where the fuck do I take a piss?" He asked.

I giggled and pulled him out of the tent. I grabbed a flashlight and pulled him into a woods onto a small trail lined with rocks.

"Fuck, please don't tell me I have to dig a hole to take a shit," he muttered.

We could barely see the campsite by the time we got to the destination and he looked at the blue ports potty in horror.

"Oh hell no," he denied.

"It's the only place to go to the bathroom out here," I said.

"Nuh uh, I have never and will never use a porta potty," he said. "I'll just hold it."

"Daddy, come on, you're gonna have to go potty at some point," I said. "We're gonna be here for three days."

Frank looked too grossed out to even touch the handle so he grabbed a leaf and used it to open the door. In his defense, it was pretty gross in there. Frank stepped in cautiously and he door swung shut before him and I heard him jump in fright as he opened it again.

"Wait, it's dark and creepy in there," he said. "Can I have the flashlight?"

"But it's dark and creepy out here," I said. "Just leave the door open."

I held the door open and Frank sighed before he finally took a piss. I gave him some hand sanitizer from my mini portable container before we walked back to the campsite.

"You're just in time!" Denise cheered. "We were gonna play poker!"

"Oh, finally something that I'm good at," Frank muttered as we sat at the picnic table.

I saw our bathing suits and towels hanging out on the clothesline to dry.

"Oh really?" My dad asked.

"I was pretty much raised on cards," Frank said. "I've been playing poker longer than I've been speaking English. E mi è stato il miglior imprecare kid là fuori."

"Maybe we should play for that fancy watch of yours there," my dad said.

Frank looked down at his fancy Rolex watch and smirked, taking it off and setting it onto the table.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Frank just brushed me off and everyone—even Evan and Mikey, who were trying to stick things into the fire—became interested in the head-to-head poker match.

"Alright then, I'll bet my wedding ring," my dad said, taking the ring off.

My mom gasped, swatting his shoulder. The cards were dealt and they seemed to enjoy torturing us all as they took the longest game of poker that I had ever seen. Frank wouldn't even let me peek over his shoulder at his cards while they played.

"I don't know, you might just wanna end it here," my dad said. "It's less sad if you end on a forfeit."

Frank bit his lip as he looked down at his cards. He looked distraught before setting the cards face down.

"Fold," He said.

My dad smiled and laid his hand down.

"Full house," he said proudly.

He put his wedding ring on and took Frank's watch. I was a little unhappy that my dad won because I didn't want Frank losing his stuff, even though he could easily afford a new one. I didn't want my dad to lose his stuff either. I didn't want anyone to lose their stuff.

"Okay, let's play bullshit," I said.

I grabbed the cards to  shuffle them and saw Frank's hand. He had a royal flush. He let my dad win.

I looked up at Frank in shock and he gave me this look  like he didn't want me to say anything. I was confused but didn't say anything about it.

At the end of the day we got cleaned up and got everything packed away. We were just about to walk into our tent to sleep when my dad stopped us.

"Here's your watch," he said, holding Frank's watch out.

"No, you won fair and square," Frank said.

"No, I can't take this," he said.

"Come on, I made a cocky bet and I lost," he said. "It's yours, Mr. Way."

"Call me Donald," my dad said, holding out his hand.

Frank smiled softly and shook hands with him. We went into the tent and curled up together on the air mattress under the blanket.

"Well, I think I finally got your dad's approval," he said.

"You can't buy his love," I said.

"I'm not buying it, it's because I'm an honest man and I'm true to my word," he said. "But I am really fucking good at poker."

I giggled, curling up to his side as I fell asleep.