I had put Frankie to bed two hours ago and I was in my office working. But then I heard all too familiar footsteps as the door opened slowly. Frankie came in, straddling my hips as he rested his head on my shoulder sleepily.

"What are you doing, baby boy?" I asked.

"You said to come to you if I ever need help," Frank mumbled.

"What do you need help with?" I asked.

Frank picked up my hand and put it over the bulge in his panties. He let out a shaky moan, rutting his hips into my hand.

"Daddy," he whined.

I raised my eyebrows before sighing quietly. I pushed his panties down, wrapping my hand around his erection. He whimpered, burying his face into the crook of his neck.

"Did you have a wet dream, baby boy?" I asked and he nodded. "What was it about, princess?"

I felt his face heat up against my skin as he blushed and shook his head.

"Wanted me to make you feel good, baby?" I asked.

"Yes, daddy," he said.

I sucked and kissed along his neck, stroking him slowly as he mewled softly. His hips rocked into my hand gently, wrapping his arms around my neck. My thumb ran over his tip and he shuddered.

"Daddy," he moaned.

I smirked, stroking him quickly and hearing him whine.

"Ah, 'm gonna come," he whimpered.

"Already?" I asked and he nodded.

God, he must really not be experienced at all if he's already this close to an orgasm.

I bit down on his neck softly, leaving little hickeys as I stroked him even faster. Frank panted softly, soft moans leaving his lips every now and then as I felt the sweat build up on his body.

"Daddy," he moaned.

Just a few seconds later and he was coming in my hand. He rocked his hips before falling completely slack against me. I cleaned him up with a tissue then tucked him back into his panties.

"Already, you need to go back to sleep now, princess," I said.

"You have to tuck me in," Frankie replied.

I sighed, picking him up as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I carried him back up to his bedroom but when I tried to put him down he wouldn't let me.

"Baby, you have to sleep," I said

"No, wanna cuddle," he said.

I pried him off me and he started crying as I tucked him into bed.

"Baby, you've gotta sleep now and daddy's gotta work so he can buy you all your pretty outfits," I said.

Frank sniffled and i wiped his tears away.

"Can we cuddle tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course we can," I said. "Go to sleep now, sweetheart."

I kissed his forehead, giving him his paci and his favorite stuffie, the little tiger named Cleo. I left him alone to let him sleep, looking around before I turned off the lights.

His room was completely redone. He had a big bed with a gold, wiry frame and big, soft pink blankets and white pillows. A canopy hung over his bed, little flowers at the top and big bows where it connected to the bed. There was something attached to the wall behind his bed that I don't really know what it is but Frankie insisted that he needed it. It was pink and cushiony with a white and gold trim around it. There was a fluffy white rug underneath his bed and he had two white nightstands with pink lamps on them. His curtains were also the same pastel pink with a gold trim, hanging beautifully from the golden rod. He had a white dresser with a pink little stool in front of it. Next to his bathroom door, there was a huge floor to ceiling mirror with a pastel pink chaise lounge chair in front of it. There was a big dollhouse in the corner of the room and a bin next to it that held all his toys.

I turned off the light, going down to my office. I only worked for a little while longer before heading up to bed. I made sure to check on Frankie, finding him still just sleeping quietly before I finally went off to my own room and fell asleep.

"Daddy!" Someone cheered as they jumped on top of me.

I groaned, squinting and seeing the sun coming in through the curtains, illuminating the shape of Frankie. He smiled, nuzzling against me as I closed my eyes.

"Good morning, daddy," he said. "I missed you."

I yawned, wrapping my arms around him as I pulled him down.

"C'mon, baby boy, let's go back to sleep," I said.

Frankie giggled, cuddling up next to me. He buried his face into the crook of my neck but the little ball of energy wouldn't sit still as he kept squirming.

"Okay, fine, we can get up and play," I said.

Frank shrieked happily, jumping on the bed. I sighed as I sat up and he tugged my hand.

"Daddy, let's play hide and seek," he said.

"Nuh-uh, you've gotta eat some breakfast first," I said. "Gotta get some food in your little tummy."

Frank nodded, holding my hand. He pulled me out of bed and giggled when he saw my pink boxers. I pulled on some black sweatpants, walking with him downstairs. Jamia was already making food in the kitchen.

"Good morning " she said. "What do you want, Frankie, apple or orange juice?"

"Apple!" He cheered.

Jamia poured him some apple juice into his sippy cup, handing me my coffee.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, sitting at the counter.

"Chocolate chip pancakes," she said. "Sound good?"

Frankie nodded enthusiastically, holding my hand.

"After breakfast, I have to work for a little bit," I said. "Can you play with Jamia for a little?"

"B-but you said we can play today," he whimpered, his lip quivering.

"I know, but when I'm done we can play all you want," I said.

"Fine," he muttered.

We ate together quietly and I went to my office. Barely twenty minutes later Frankie walked in. He started dusting off the shelves with a little feather duster that he must've gotten from Jamia.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Cleaning," he stated.

"While I'm working?" I asked.

Frankie smiled and nodded. He tidied up some books on my shelf before proceeding to come over and sit in my lap. I sighed, working around him as he rested his head on my shoulder.

"What ya doing?" He asked.

"Working," I said.

"What do you do?" He asked.

"I'm in the mafia," I replied.

Frank looked up at me with wide eyes.

"You're the big bad boss daddy?" He asked.

"That's right," I confirmed. "The big bad boss daddy."

That seemed to intrigue him a lot as he smiled.

"How old are you, daddy?" He asked.

"I'm thirty," I stated.

"Wow," he muttered. "I'm seventeen."

"I know," I said.

"What do you do as a big bad boss daddy?" He asked.

"I order people around," I said.

"To do what?" He asked.

"Whatever I say," I stated.

I wasn't really wanting to tell him all about the drugs and guns and all that. Let my little princess be happy.

"So...you can tell them to play hide and seek with me?" He asked.

"Yes, if I wanted to then I can," I said.

"Can you?" He asked.

"Maybe some other day," I said.

Frank giggled happily, hugging me tight.

"And will you play with me too?" He asked hopefully.

"Of course I will," I said. "Now, how about you go play with your toys while I finish up here and then I'll come join you."

Frankie nodded, leaving the room. Brendon came in a few minutes later, dropping a folder on my desk.

"Here's the files on the new group," he said.

"Thanks, I'll look these over later," I said.

I went upstairs to Frank's room. He was sitting on the ground, having a tea party with his stuffies.

"Yay! The special guest is here!" He cheered.

Frankie got up, wrapping a black and white boa around my neck. He had his own pink boa and a tiara on his head.

"Daddy, sit here next to me," he said.

I sighed as I sat down on a pillow on the ground, looking at the little plastic tea set in front of us. He 'poured' some tea into a little teacup.

"Tell me when you have enough sugar," he said.

Frankie started putting imaginary sugar into the cup, looking at me expectantly. There had to be about fifteen teaspoons when he scowled.

"Daddy, that's too much sugar," he said.

"Nuh uh, keep going," I said with a small smile.

Frankie giggled, adding more sugar.

"Alright, that's good," I said when there was at least thirty teaspoons.

Frankie handed me my teacup and I drank it loudly.

"Daddy no, gotta hold your pinky out," he said.

Frankie showed me on his own cup, sticking out his pinky as he took a small sip. I smiled, pulling out a cigarette and putting it between my lips.

"Daddy, no smoking during the tea party," Frank complained. "Princesses don't smoke."

"Oh, so I'm a princess now, huh?" I asked, lighting the cigarette.

Frank smiled and nodded. "This is the very special princess tea party. Only princesses allowed."

"I thought I was the king," I stated.

Frankie giggled, crawling into my lap.

"You are my king," he said. "And I'm your little princess, right?"

"That's right," I confirmed. "You're my pretty little princess."

"And your big house is my castle," he stated.

I smiled, kissing his forehead.

"You are the cutest little princess in the world," I said.

Frankie hugged me tight, and I held my cigarette away so I wouldn't accidentally burn him. I would never want to cause any sort of pain onto my little baby boy. Actually, I would probably kill someone if they were to hurt my princess.