I woke up with the sun shining in and I yawned. The tv was still on from the night before and I reached over to the nightstand for the remote to turn it off. The bed beside me was empty and still made, meaning that Frank never even came to bed last night. I yawned and got up, going to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth.

When I walked out the bed was already made up neatly, no doubt from the maids. It still made me a little uncomfortable having people clean up after me. I had meant to make the bed myself, I have a habit of doing it after I brushed my teeth but they're like the little cleaning minions, they find a mess and within seconds it's gone. I've never had a maid before, I felt bad when they cleaned anything up.

I went downstairs and looked around curiously. I checked Frank's office and sighed, sitting down in his desk chair. I tried calling him but it only went straight to voicemail. I frowned, tapping my finger against the desk. Where has Frank gone? Worry was beginning to set in. It was late and he got into a car after a couple drinks. Sure he wasn't drunk but maybe his driving was still a little impaired.

Oh god.

Oh fuck.

What if...

My eyes watered at the thought and I looked down.

I mean, he's probably okay.

But what if he's not?

He's been gone for hours without a single word.

My eyes watered and I couldn't help it as I began to cry because I was just so worried. I sniffled, grabbing my phone to call Linda.

"Hey, Gee, good morning," she said brightly.

"Um, F-Frank left last night and he hasn't come back home yet and I'm worried," I whimpered. "H-have you heard anything from him."

"Something probably just came up with work," she said. "It's okay, sweetheart, he'll be fine, he'll probably be home soon."

"Oh, o-okay," I mumbled. "Sorry, I was just nervous."

"It's alright," she said. "Have a nice day, honey."

She hung up and I frowned as I sniffled. Well, if a mother isn't worried about her only child then I shouldn't be worried either. He's probably safe if his mom isn't worried.

I sat at his desk sadly, picking up one of the stuffed animals I designed that he had sitting on his desk. I tried my hardest not to cry but I couldn't help it. It's been hours now and he still hasn't said anything. What if something happened to him? I should call the police. I grabbed my phone, just about to dial the number when the front door opened.

I ran out and saw Frank standing there dressed in one of his suits. I let out a sob, jumping into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me as he smiled, holding me close.

"Where'd you go?!" I shrieked. "You left for hours without saying anything!"

"Sorry—"

"I almost called the cops!" I cried. "I was so worried!"

"You didn't call the cops, did you?" He asked.

"You scared me and—"

"You didn't call the cops, did you?" Frank repeated, his voice more firm this time as he held my shoulders to look me in the eye.

"N-no but—"

"Never call the cops, understand?" He asked.

"But—"

"Do you understand me?" He asked, sounding angry at me.

How could he be angry at me? I should be angry at him!

I broke out of his grasp and stormed upstairs, slamming the bedroom door shut as loud as I could. I locked it, sniffling as I curled up in the bed with Daisy. I cried quietly, burying my face into the pillow.

"Come on, Gee, open the door," Frank said.

"No," I denied.

"There's no point in locking it, I have the key," he said.

"Oh yeah? Prove it!" I shouted.

I heard the lock start to turn over immediately and I laid in the bed defeated and upset. He ran his fingers through my hair but I hit his hand away.

"Come on, Baby, don't be like this," he said.

"You were gone for more than twelve hours, i have every right to be like this," I stated.

Frank pulled me up to sit in his lap and I sniffled. He wiped the tears off my cheeks and I turned my head away from him.

"You can't leave like that, Frank," I stated, my voice wavering with tears. "You can't just run off for hours without a single call."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I think I'm just so used to being single that sometimes I forget that I have to do things differently now that I'm with you."

I nodded, a small pout on my lips as he kissed my forehead.

"Come on, let me take you out for breakfast," he said. "You haven't eaten, have you?"

"No, I was too worried to eat," I said.

"Go get dressed then, I'm taking you to eat," he said.

I nodded and got up to go to the closet. I put on a white tennis skirt with a pastel pink t-shirt tucked into it, white thigh high socks and my pastel pink converse.

"You look adorable," he said.

I gave him a kiss and he smiled.

"I missed you," he said.

Frank took my hand and led me out to one of his fancy sports cars. We drove to a little restaurant that was on the fancier side and I felt out of place immediately. Frank seemed to know the owner, the two greeted each other momentarily with warm smiles.

"Can I get you two something to drink?" The waitress asked when we sat down at a little table in the corner, handing us our menus."

"Two mimosas please," Frank said. "And a glass of water for each, too."

She nodded and walked off.

"She's not even gonna check my ID?" I asked. "I'm not of age."

"Doesn't matter here, owner is a friend of mine," he said.

The waitress came back and we both ordered waffles for ourselves

"So, What do you think?" He asked.

"What do I think of what?" I asked in confusion.

"This restaurant," he said. "I've been thinking of buying it."

"B-buy the restaurant?" I asked.

"The owner is getting old, he doesn't wanna run it anymore but he doesn't want to hand it off to a stranger either," he said.

"W-Well, it's not my money to spend," I said.

"Yes But I'm in a relationship with you which means that my decisions are your decisions too and you shouldn't be kept uninvolved," he said.

"If I'm not uninvolved then where were you last night?" I asked.

Frank stiffened, clearly not expecting that question.

"I just had to go help someone," he said. "A friend of mine, you met him, Brendon, he got into a car accident."

I frowned, sitting up straighter.

"Is he okay? What happened?" I asked.

"He was driving when someone ran a red light and hit him," he said.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I mumbled. "C-can we bring him flowers or something after breakfast?"

"Yeah, That sounds really sweet of you," he said.

The waitress came back and my mouth watered at the sight of my plate. There were two thick, fluffy pancakes with a dollop of whipped cream and covered in an assortment of berries.

"Wow," I muttered. "This looks amazing."

"Tastes even better," Frank said as he already began to cut into his food.

The waitress set down a little metal tin before walking off and I looked inside curiously.

"They make their own maple syrup which is heavenly," he said.

I poured the warm syrup over my waffles and took a small bite.

"Oh my god," I moaned. "This is so good."

Frank smiled, reaching across the table to hold my hand.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said.

"Do you forgive me then?" He asked. "I'm really sorry about not calling, I really should've but I was just distracted and—"

"It's okay," I said. "Your friend was hurt. I would've liked it if you called but it's okay, I understand."

"Thank you," He said. "So, What do you think of this place?"

"Is it a good investment?" I asked as I ate.

"A great one," he said.

"I think you should buy it then," I said.

"Really?" He asked hopefully.

I shrugged. "I don't see why not. I know I'm not very business savvy but it doesn't seem like a terrible purchase to me."

Frank grinned, eating happily. When we were done Frank left a rather hefty tip before we walked into a nearby corner store. I picked out some flowers and a little bear for his friend before Frank drove us away.

I expected to go to the hospital but we instead arrived at a rather large house. Frank held my hand and we went inside, going upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Brendon was laying in bed, shirtless with a bandage on his abdomen.

"Gee wanted to bring you a little something sweet after your car accident," Frank said.

Brendon looked confused for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, my car accident," he said. "Thank you so much, Gee, this is so sweet."

I handed him the flowers and the bear, looking around in confusion. There was hospital equipment here and a nurse that frank dismissed from the room.

My mom was in a car accident when I was  in middle school. She's fine, obviously but I remember when it happened. She had bruises and scrapes all over her entire body, not one little small wound on her stomach like what Brendon seemed to have. I don't think he was in a car accident.

"You feeling alright?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, they've got me on pain meds," Brendon said.

I held Frank's hand and he smiled down at me.

"We should let you get some rest," he said. "Come on, Gee, let's go."

Frank and I walked out of the room and went back to our car.

"Why isn't he in the hospital?" I asked.

"He's more comfortable at home," he said.

I got into the car but my mind was still swimming with thoughts and confusion.