There was a knock on my door before it opened slowly. Frank looked at me with watery eyes and I sighed.

"Mr. Way," He whimpered.

"Frankie, I already told you it's okay," I said.

"But you bought me all these pretty, expensive clothes," he said. "I have to pay you back for them."

I patted my lap and he hurried over to sit down.

"Frankie, you do not need to pay me back," I said. "I told you daddy's gonna take care of you."

"I can clean your house if you want," he offered.

"Jamia already does that, sweetheart," I said.

"But I can't just stay here and let you buy me all these things for free," he said.

I sighed, running my fingers through my white hair.

"Okay, how about you clean my office?" I suggested. "I don't let Jamia do it because she's got prying eyes and a mouth that never stops running. Do you think you can clean it for me?"

Frankie nodded quickly.

"Alright, just do some dusting and vacuum the floor," I said. "Sometimes I might have you go through and shred some papers for me, how's that sound?"

"Perfect," he said. "Can I start now?"

"How about you show me what you bought first," I said.

Frank nodded, leaving for a moment before coming back with what I saw was at least ten full bags.

"I got some dresses and skirts and pretty sweaters and some cardigans," he said, showing me some items. "And I got some things like a toothbrush and some makeup and binkis."

"Do you wanna be in little space?" I asked.

He nodded slowly. "B-but I'm just shy, I don't wanna be made fun of."

I picked him up into my lap and kissed his forehead.

"I would never make fun of you," I said.

He still just looked down at his lap, fiddling his thumbs.

"Do you want me to help you into little space?" I offered.

Frankie blushed and nodded his head.

"Go get your paci," I said.

Frank grabbed it and came back and I saw that it was just plain pastel pink. He sucked on it gently as I cradled him in his lap.

"How about we go watch some cartoons?" I suggested.

Frankie nodded and I carried him to the living room. I turned on the tv and he cuddled up in my lap.

"Daddy's little baby boy," I muttered, running my hands through his hair.

Frankie giggled quietly and I hugged him tight as we watched cartoons.

"Daddy, do you have toys?" He asked.

"Yeah, I think I can find you something," I said.

I got up and went to the attic, finding a box of my old toys. I set frank up in my office, spread out on a blanket as I sat at my big desk. He giggled quietly to himself, laughing at whatever it was he was doing.

He made the sound of a plane engine, running around my desk as I worked. I smiled softly as I watched him playing happily.

"Frankie?" I asked.

Frank looked up at me as he sucked on his paci.

"Are you having fun here?" I asked and he nodded quickly. "Do you wanna stay?"

"Oh daddy, please can I?" He begged.

"Of course," I said.

Frankie squealed, running over into my lap. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, humming happily. I smiled, rubbing his back gently.

"But we need to have some rules for you," I said.

He looked up at me with a small pout.

"Not a lot, just a couple," I said. "First of all, bedtime is at ten thirty unless I say otherwise. Always listen to daddy when he tells you to do something. No talking back, no swearing and no lying. And always come to daddy when you need help or you're scared. I may add more rules in the future but this is all I have for now."

"What if I break a rule?" He asked.

"Punishment," I stated. "Early bedtime, time out corner, no toys. I'm not afraid to spank either."

"Okay but I wanna make rules for you too," he declared.

I raised my eyebrows, a small smile on my face. "Okay, what's your rules?"

"Um..." Frank drifted off, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to think. "You have to tuck me into bed at night. And read me bedtime stories when I want to. And always have candy stocked in the pantry for me. And you have to give me hugs and cuddles."

I smiled and nodded, running my fingers through his hair.

"What's my punishment?" I asked, amusement in my voice from how adorable he was.

"No cuddles for daddy," he said sternly.

I kissed his forehead and he giggled.

"Alright, now that we have all the rules set in place," I said, "Tell me how you wanna decorate your room."

"Princess room!" He cheered.

"Princess room?" I questioned.

Frankie nodded enthusiastically. "I want a room that's fit for a princess. It'll have a big bed with silk sheets and it'll be pink and I'll get a princess toy box to put all my toys in and I want one of those, um, those things that hang from the ceiling and drape all pretty over the bed."

"A canopy?" I asked and he nodded.

"And I'll have the softest mattress in the entire world, like you're sleeping on a cloud," he said, but then looked down sadly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's too expensive," he mumbled. "I can just keep my bedroom the way it is."

"What? No, of course not," I denied. "You don't need to worry about money with me, okay? Daddy's gonna get you whatever you want."

Frankie smiled happily, hugging me tight.

"C'mon, go get changed and then we can go out and look for furniture," I said.

He grabbed the bags of clothes and I raised my eyebrows when he started changing right in front of me. He must be used to changing in front of people and being half naked for shows that he doesn't even mind. Frankie put on a frilly pastel pink dress with white thigh highs and pink flats.

"Alright, let's go," I said.

I grabbed the keys to my Jag and went out to the garage. I opened the door for him and I smiled as he blushed softly. We drove around until we found a furniture store. Frank held onto my hand as we walked in.

"Stay by my side," I said. "I don't wanna have to buy a broken lamp."

Frankie nodded, looking around.

"Now, pick out anything you want," I said. "Don't you even worry about the price."

Frankie smiled and nodded, pulling on my hand. We walked all around the store as he picked out different furniture.

"Let's go to the toy store down the street and you can get some toys," I said.

I talked to the man, paying for all the furniture, which racked up a total of a couple thousand dollars. It'd be delivered in two days, just enough time to be able to clear out his room and repaint it if we need to.

We drove down to the store, and I could see the amazement on his face as soon as we stepped inside. It was large and filled with anything any kid could possibly imagine.

"Go crazy," I said.

Frankie squealed, running around the store as I followed behind slowly.

"Daddy, hurry up," he whined.

Frankie grabbed my hand and pulled me along quickly. By the time he had picked out a bunch of toys and stuffies, he was leaning against my side as he yawned.

"You wanna go take a nap, baby boy?" I asked.

He nodded and I carried him to the car. One of the workers put the bags in my car as I set frank into the passenger seat. He reached over to hold my hand as I drove, smiling softly. When we got back home, I carried him upstairs to my bedroom.

"Cuddles," he muttered sleepily.

I smiled, cuddling in my bed with him. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, his soft breathing making his chest rise and fall slowly. I got up and called over Brendon to help me. Thankfully, he lives right down the street so it didn't take long for him to get here.

"We have to clear out the furniture in Frankie's room," I said.

"So he's actually staying for a while then?" He asked.

"Yeah, I already told you that," I said. "Why won't you believe me?"

"I don't know, you're just not usually one for commitment," he said.

"Well, we aren't dating," I stated. "He's just staying here and I'm taking care of him."

"C'mon, Gerard, don't do that to him," Brendon said.

"Do what?" I asked.

"He's a little, no doubt he's gonna latch onto you and want to date you," Brendon said.

"No he isn't," I denied. "He just wants a home."

Brendon followed me upstairs as he sighed.

"I'm telling you, man, one day he's gonna kiss you or something and you better not break his heart," he said.

"If that ever happens--which it won't--then I won't break his heart," I promised.

We started taking the bed apart when I heard small footsteps run in.

"Daddy!" Frankie exclaimed.

He jumped into my arms, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck as he wrapped his legs around my waist. Brendon raised his eyebrows at me, a small smirk on his face.

"Hey, baby boy, what's up?" I asked as I rubbed his back, sitting on the arm chair in the corner of the room.

"I missed you," Frankie said.

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair.

"That was a short nap," I remarked. "Do you wanna go back to sleep?"

He shook his head sitting up to look at me.

"Wanna help," he said.

But of course, that helping ended up with him just sitting on the floor playing with his toys as he sucked on his paci. Brendon and I worked around him, moving the bedroom furniture down to the basement so I could sell it later.

"Do you wanna paint your bedroom, baby boy?" I asked.

He looked at the wallpaper which was just white with light grey flowers and shook his head.

"B-but I wanna change the curtains and the lamp shades though," he said, pointing to the chandelier.

The ceiling had a sort of marble design on it that was pastel pink and reflected everything.

"Anything you want," I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead.