It's been a while since I've done a middle of the night update. You're welcome to all the people who live in very different time zones from me

I have a question completely out of curiosity, what time of the day do I usually update for you guys? (For me I usually update around 10-11:30am)

Depending on the times people say, I may change what time I update at a bit so it's better for everyone

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I pressed my body against Frank's, our lips together in a heated kiss. His hands ran down my sides, moving to rest on my hips.

"You're so pretty," Frank mumbled.

I smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. I giggled as he laughed, running a hand through my hair. Frank kissed me again and I whimpered. I kissed his neck and he chuckled.

"Hey, baby," he said softly. "You don't have to do any of that. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

"I wanna make you feel good," i said.

"You don't have to," he said quietly, caressing my cheek softly. "I was thinking about last time and I feel kind of bad. We moved a little too fast and I don't think you were ready. I was thinking with my dick, not with my head. I'm sorry, babydoll."

"Why wouldn't I be ready?" I asked. "Mikey does it, I'm old enough."

"I know but...but it just isn't right," he said quietly. "C'mon, how about some Hello Kitty?"

I smiled and nodded, snuggling against his chest.

"You sure I can't make you feel good, daddy?" I asked.

I slid down, a small smirk on my lips as I looked up at him. Frank frowned and pulled me back up.

"Where'd you learn that from?" He asked.

I shrugged, resting my head on his chest.

"Princess, I know you didn't learn that from me, where'd you learn that from?" He asked. "Someone didn't take advantage of you, did they?"

I shook my head. "I...I heard some girls talking about it at school."

My tummy hurt from lying, I hate lying.

"They were talking about sucking dick?" He asked.

"Yeah, the girls at my table in my foods class," I lied

"Oh, well you don't need to do that, sweetheart," he said softly. "Come on, there's a Christmas Hello Kitty episode."

I gasped as he pulled up his laptop. I sat with my back to his front in between his legs as he played the episode. Frank's arms wrapped around me and he kissed the top of my head. I watched the show with him, smiling happily.

The door opened and I smiled at Frank's mom. She leaned against the doorway and smiled at me.

"Hey, Gee," she said.

"Hi, Ms. Iero," I said.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that it's snowing, Frankie, I know you've always loved the snow. It's been going down pretty heavy for a while now," she said.

"What's snow?" I asked.

"Oh baby, you've been missing out," Frank said, standing up and grabbing my hand.

He hurried out and dragged me with him.

"And I thought I told you to keep the door open!" She called.

Frank laughed, grabbing a pair of boots and putting on his coat. I put on my shoes and coat too, which were both pastel pink. Frank pulled me outside and it was so bright I covered my eyes. After a while, I pulled my hands away. I blinked a couple times, looking at the white that covered everything.

"Come on, baby," Frank called, walking through the snow in the backyard.

"Wait, you need your hats and gloves!" his mom shouted. "You're going to catch your deaths!"

I turned and she smiled, putting a hat on my head. I giggled, holding my hands out as she put some pink mittens on me. Frank came over, grabbing the black hat and gloves and putting them on himself. I giggled, running out with him. Frank tackled me and I shrieked happily, falling with him into the snow. He smiled, kissing me.

"You're pretty," he said.

I giggled, looking up at him.

"What's do people do in snow?" I asked.

"We can make snow angels," he suggested.

I gasped. "Angels? I like angels!"

Frank smiled and laid down beside me.

"Move your arms and legs," he instructed.

I did as he told and laughed, moving the snow. Frank stood up, holding his hand out to help me up. I looked down at the Angels, mine a little bigger thank Frank's. I smiled and giggled.

"I don't want anyone to step on them," I said.

"Let's build a wall around them," he said.

I giggled as he helped me build a small wall around the Angels so that way no one would step on them.

"What now?" I asked.

"Snowball fight!" Frank exclaimed.

I stared at him in confusion as he bent down. Frank picked up snow and formed it into a ball as I watched him with furrowed eyebrows. He stood up straight, throwing the snow at me. It hit my neck and I gasped, my lip quivering.

"Oh, baby," Frank muttered.

He stepped towards me as my eyes watered.

"Wh-why would you do that?" I whimpered.

"I didn't mean it like that, princess," he said softly. "I was just playing."

"B-but it's not nice to throw things at people," I said.

Frank smiled, wiping my eyes as he gave me a soft kiss.

"You're right," he said. "But this is what people do, they're called snowball fights."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because it's fun," he said.

He picked up another ball of snow and handed it to me.

"I don't wanna hurt you," I said.

"It won't hurt, baby," he promised.

I threw it at his chest, watching it break and fall.

"Not fun," I pouted.

"Let's make a snowman, then," he said.

"A man made of snow?" I asked in confusion.

He started rolling a ball of snow, making it get bigger and bigger. I giggled when it was really big.

"What do you do with it now?" I asked when he stopped.

"Now, we make a second one," he said.

Frank started rolling it again and I helped him push it around as we made sure to avoid our snow angels. We rolled it to the first one and I saw the second ball was smaller than the first. He picked it up and put it on top while I frowned in confusion. Frank did it again, rolling the smallest one and putting it on top.

I frowned in confusion as he went to the back of his house, digging through the snow. Frank came back with rocks, pushing them into the top snowball. When he stepped back, I saw that it was a face. I laughed happily, clapping my hands.

"Snowman!" I cheered.

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"I think he's perfect " I said.

"Me too," Frank agreed.

"What else do people do in the snow?" I asked.

"Well, there's sledding but I don't live on a hill," he said. "Snowboarding, skiing, but those are all the same problems. Igloo, we can build an igloo!"

"A what?" I asked.

"Come on," he said.

He taught me how to do it as we formed all the walls. We finished what Frank said was an igloo. The two of us crawled inside but it was really small. I sat on his lap and he smiled.

"You're so perfect," he whispered, his wet glove brushing the hair out of my face.

I felt guilty because that's exactly what lindsey had done to me and I was still lying to him.

"What's wrong?" He asked and I looked away. "Oh, baby, you're shivering, let's get you inside before you catch a cold."

We crawled out and went into the house. We took off all our stuff and Frank went to the kitchen.

"Want some hot chocolate?" He asked.

I nodded my head and he smiled. Frank started making it but then went over to the other room, coming back and wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. He kissed my cheek, smiling softly.

"Want marshmallows in yours?" He asked as he stirred stuff in mugs. "Some people put marshmallows in their hot chocolates. I don't, I don't really like marshmallows."

He looked back at me and I shrugged. Frank handed me hot chocolate and smiled as we sat on the couch.

"You okay, babydoll?" He asked as I watched the steam rise up off my mug.

I nodded softly, thinking about last week. Lindsey said it was okay and we didn't do anything wrong but still felt wrong. I couldn't help but feel like something wasn't right about it. It made my tummy hurt just thinking about it.

"Princess?" Frank asked softly, pulling me onto his lap.

"I-I think I did something bad," I whispered.

"What'd you do?" He asked. "Wait, are you talking about with the police? Baby, you didn't know you had to pay for it. Is that what you're so scared about?"

I lied again as I nodded.

"I don't like the police," I stated.

Frank laughed and kissed my forehead.

"My precious little anarchist," he said softly.

"A-antichrist?" I asked.

Frank burst out laughing and I blushed.

"What?" I asked.

"I said 'anarchist', not 'antichrist', baby," he clarified.

"Then what's an antichrist?" I wondered.

"The antichrist is, I think, the worst monster of them all," he said.

"Will the antichrist attack me?" I asked nervously.

"No, baby, I don't think the antichrist is real," he said. "Although, the closest thing to it that I think would be Enzo."

My eyes widened and he ran a hand through my hair.

"Enzo is not the antichrist," he reassured me.

I took a sip if my drink and smiled. Frank always made me feel safe and happy.

"What'd you get me?" I asked.

"You're gonna have to wait," he said

I pouted, jutting out my bottom lip.

"Pwease?" I whimpered.

"Nope," he denied. "You'll see on Christmas."

I whined quietly, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"Pwease, oh pwease?" I begged.

"Nuh-uh, baby boy," he stated. "C'mon now, drink up before it gets cold."

I smiled, taking a drink. Frank ran a hand through my hair, gently twirling the red strands around his finger.

"Feeling a little bit better, baby?" He asked and I nodded. "You don't have to be scared of the police, they're the good guys."

I shook my head. "Police are monsters."

Frank sighed quietly, giving me a soft kiss. "Okay, my little anarchist, let's watch watch a movie."

I smiled and nodded quickly, snuggled against his chest as he turned on the tv.