Finally caught up with ao3, after this it gets exciting

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I woke up, the bed beside me empty. Ever since the party everything has been tense between us. I questioned him about the gun and he shot me down every time, leaving me with only more questions that I needed answers for. I know it's not abnormal for someone in the United States to own a gun but it still made me uneasy. I never liked guns and Frank never once told me he had one within our house.

I got up, slipping on a warm robe over my pajamas. I looked out the windows at the grass, which was silver with ice as it grew cold. I went downstairs and found Frank working in his office, still dressed in his pajamas. I frowned, watching the eyebrows furrow on his face as he looked at his computer screen.

"Breakfast is in the kitchen," he said.

I nodded, stepping inside to sit on his lap.

"I love you," I whispered. "I still do, don't forget that."

"I know, I love you too," he said.

"I'm just a little scared," I whispered. "I just don't like guns."

"I'm sorry, I should've told you," he said. "I don't like how it's been between us, you've been scared of me."

"I know, I'm still just worried," I said. "But I do miss you, I miss you a lot."

"Hey, I only pull that gun out for emergencies," he said. "I won't pull it out unless I need to. How's Jamia doing?"

"She's better but still just a little scared," I said. "Josh is with her, he's been staying the night at her place."

"That's good," he said.

"Let's go on a date," I said. "We can go tonight."

"No," he denied. "I wish I could but I have a business meeting to go to."

"At night?" I asked.

"It's the only time that they could arrange, they run on a tight schedule," he said. "We'll go out tomorrow," he said. "I'll take you to a nice restaurant and we'll go see a movie, how does that sound?"

"Really good, Daddy," I said.

Frank smiled, kissing my cheek.

"Go eat," he said. "Before it gets cold."

I nodded and headed off to the kitchen. I found omelettes waiting for me and ate happily, turning on the tv in the corner. I picked up my phone, sending a text to Jamia.

Gee: Hey, sweetheart, you doing alright?

Jamia: Better, still kind of see him every time I close my eyes but it's getting better and Josh really does help.

Gee: Tell me if you need anything at all. You can stay here if you'd like, I'm sure Frank wouldn't mind if you cuddled in bed with us.

Jamia: That's okay, I'm dealing with it but I'm gonna grab a shower now so I'm gonna go now, I'll call you later x

I sighed, setting down my phone. I finished eating and put my dishes into the dishwasher. I went upstairs, getting dressed into just a black t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.  I looked at the time, knowing I should get started on a paper for my sociology class. I grabbed my laptop and started working. But after an hour I only had the first paragraph halfway done.

"What are you doing?" Frank asked when he walked in.

"Working on a paper," I muttered, laying back on the bed.

He smiled, standing at the side of the bed where my head laid. He was upside down in my view as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"How is that going?" He asked.

"Not good," I admitted.

"Want some inspiration?" He asked, his hands running down my chest.

"That won't help me write a paper on the beauty standards set by ads in magazines and on tv," I said.

"But I can show you how beautiful you are," he said.

Frank kissed me softly and I was intrigued but I shook my head.

"I should focus," I said softly.

Frank pulled away and nodded.

"You need anything?" He asked. "I can make you a smoothie or something?"

"You've learned how to make smoothies?" I asked.

"I'm not completely useless," he said. "Unlike what others might think."

I smiled as I watched him pull off his shirt.

"I don't think you're useless," I denied.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

I frowned, sitting up.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Frank looked at me and shook his head.

"Nothing, just stressed," he said. "Worried about the meeting later. We still have more cookies left?"

"Yeah, they're in the pantry where they usually are," I said. "Daddy, what's wrong? Wh-why are you so worried about this meeting?"

"It's nothing," he said.

"Why?" I asked. "Talk to me, please, we're gonna get engaged so you're gonna have to talk to me."

"I'm just nervous that we might not come to an agreement," he said.

"It's not life or death," I said with a small chuckle.

Frank looked down and I bit my lip.

"Frankie?" I asked nervously.

I held both his hands in mine, giving his fingers soft kisses.

"I love you," I said. "It's gonna be okay, the meeting is gonna go fine."

"Yeah, I hope," he mumbled.

I frowned as I watched him get dressed into his suit. He sat down beside me, holding my hand.

"Are you sure everything's fine?" I asked. "Because you're acting kind of funny."

"I'm fine, Babydoll," he said.

He gave me a soft kiss and I sighed.

"Are you gonna finish writing your paper?" He asked.

"I'm gonna try to," I said.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna go out in a bit to grab us some lunch," he said. "Anything you'd like to request?"

"No, anything's fine," I said.

"Alright, I'll get you a sub or something," he said. "Love you, Baby, be back in a bit."

I nodded and he gave me a kiss.

"I love you,' I said.

Frank smiled, putting on his watch before he grabbed his wallet and left. I turned on the tv, watching it while trying to write my paper. When Frank came back home we ate quietly, neither one of us talking much as I worked on my paper. It was a few hours later that Frank had to leave and he gave me a kiss.

"Love you, Baby, I'll be back as soon as I can," he said.

"Yeah, good luck," I said.

He nodded, giving me a kiss. Frank looked nervous still as he left and I sighed, laying on the bed. A call went through my laptop a little bit later, Jamia was requesting to video chat with me.

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

"Just lonely," she said.

"Josh isn't there?" I asked.

"No, he left back to his own apartment," Jamia said. "Where's Frank at? He still working?"

"Yeah he just left for a meeting a little bit ago," I said.

"A meeting? At ten at night?" She asked in shock. "Who in their right minds goes to meetings at night?"

"I don't know, it's weird," I said. "The whole business is a little bit funny, I don't really know how but there's just something odd. I guess I just don't know enough about the business, he doesn't tell me enough. He was acting pretty weird before he left too. He was super nervous and he never gets nervous before meetings."

"Maybe it's just some big sale or something," she said. "He wants to make sure he's able to close it so he can get some money, not that he necessarily needs it."

"Yeah, I was just worried for him," I said. "It's just weird seeing him worried, he really isn't ever like that."

"Hey, don't worry," she said. "I'm sure he's gonna be fine, it's just some stress."

I sighed and nodded my head, sitting up against the headboard on my bed.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I'm doing better, don't think I'll be going to a party for a little while, though," she said.

"That's okay, Mia, you take all of the time you need," I said.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Oh, I was just writing a paper for the sociology class but I am basically just at a dead end with it," I said.

"I haven't started," she said. "I didn't realize that sociology would include so many papers to write."

I snorted, nodding my head.

"Does Frank work, like all day every day?" She asked.

"A lot but not always," I said. "He's taking me out on a date, though. Tomorrow night we're going for dinner and a movie."

"So sweet," she mumbled.

The screen glitched and Jamia froze for a moment before it returned to normal.

"I just wish we he tell me more," I mumbled. "I always feel like there's something odd about him and the business. Like he isn't telling me the whole truth or something."

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"I don't know, it's hard to explain," I said. "I guess you would just have to be in my shoes to really understand it. There's just something but I don't know what it is. Just an odd business, I guess. I just don't understand it enough."

"You sure?" She asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Just need to learn more, I think."

Jamia smiled and nodded her head.

"Of course, it's gonna be okay," she said. "Did he say when he was gonna be back?"

"No, hopefully not long because it's starting to get late and I would rather not sleep alone," I said. "Things have been a little weird with us ever since I found out he had a gun but we finally talked about it and things seemed to be better now and now that it's better I don't want to sleep alone now that we're finally in a good place."

We talked for a while before I got tired and hung up. I put my laptop aside and got dressed into my pajamas before curling up in bed.

I was half asleep when the bed shifted and I felt Frank wrap an arm around my waist. I smiled, curling up close to him as I closed my eyes.