I yawned as I woke up, curled next to Frank. It was so nice to sleep in a warm bed, even if it was some old dirty motel bed.

"Good morning," Frank whispered.

I smiled, burying my face into his chest. He had bandaged up his chest with the small first aid kit in the food box.

"Good morning," I mumbled.

He kissed the top of my head and I smiled. There was a knock on the door and Frank frowned before getting up. I sat up as he opened the door.

"Anthony, my boss is coming by, you and your son need to leave," the lady he had been flirting with said.

"Alright, we'll get out of here quick," Frank said, shutting the door.

We got dressed and grabbed our stuff, hurrying out of the motel room. We headed down the street and sat down together in an alley, the blanket wrapped around both our shoulders.

"What now?" I asked.

"I don't know, I thought we'd be in there a little longer," he said. "Here, we need to eat."

Frank opened our box and frowned when he saw there was only one packet of food left, but thankfully still three water bottles.

"You take it for yourself," he said. "I'll be able to get something else on my own."

"A-are you sure?" I asked nervously and he nodded.

"Just make sure you don't eat it too quickly," he said. "Just snack on it throughout the day, okay?"

"Yes, daddy," I said.

I ate quietly as Frank sat beside me.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

Frank sighed, shaking his head.

"You're not gonna like it," Frank said.

I furrowed my eyebrows, looking at him in confusion.

"I don't know yet," he said quietly. "Let's go on a walk and see if we can think of anything to help us get home."

I nodded and stood up, shivering as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Give me your skirt," Frank said.

I looked at him in confusion.

"You're freezing, let me wear your clothes, my clothes are warmer," he said.

"No, that's okay," I mumbled.

"No, Gee, you need to stay warm," he said.

I hesitated before giving him my skirt. We traded clothes and I couldn't help but giggled at the sight of him in my skirt and sweater.

"There we go, all warm now," Frank muttered, wrapping his arms around me.

He kissed my cheek, shivering as we walked out of the aisle. Frank wrapped the blanket around my shoulders, carrying the box as we walked down the street.

"I'm scared," I whispered.

"You don't have to be," he said. "I'm here, I'll always be here for you."

I smiled softly, holding his hand. Frank walked into a small clothing store and I frowned in confusion.

"Do you want to get a new sweater?" Frank asked.

"W-we don't have money," I said, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.

Frank hummed, looking through the clothes racks. I followed in confusion as he picked out clothes before we headed to the fitting room. Frank grabbed some of the items, a hat and a pair of gloves. He pulled off the tags and put them into the inside pockets of my suit jacket.

"S-stealing?" I whimpered.

"It's gonna start getting even colder, you need to stay warm," he said.

We sat on the bench and I frowned in confusion.

"We've gotta wait to make them think we're actually trying clothes on," Frank whispered.

I nodded, resting my head on his shoulders.

"I miss home," I whispered.

"So do I," Frank agreed.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"I saw a Canadian flag earlier so I'm assuming that we're in Canada," he said.

"There has to be some way for us to get out of here," I said. "What about other people who might get robbed and didn't have money. They've gotta have some other way to get home."

"The embassy could help but we can't go there," he said. "We were traveling and doing illegal business."

"This makes my tummy upset," I said.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbled.

Frank stood up and grabbed the clothes. We went out and put the clothes on the unwanted rack.

"You're not buying any of it?" A worker asked.

"I got a text from my cousin," Frank said. "She's babysitting our kid but my daughter is sick so we've gotta go pick her up before she gets any of the other kids sick."

"Okay, well, we close at seven so feel free to come back," she said.

Frank smiled and we walked out. My stomach churned uneasily as we walked through the detectors but thankfully they didn't go off. We walked to what seemed to be a town square. We sat on a bench and Frank put the black hat and gloves on me.

"You've gotta stay warm too," I said.

"No, I'm okay," he said, kissing my forehead.

"You can't just give me all of the warm clothes and all of the food, you need some for yourself too," I said.

"Baby, I'm not lying, I'm really fine," he said. "I'm used to the cold."

I frowned slightly but didn't say anything more.

"I-Is there something I can do?" I asked. "To help us at all? I feel like it's all my fault for being here."

"No, this isn't your fault," he denied. "I would've been taken either way and if you weren't here then I'd still be there on that island."

"No you wouldn't, you only had one gas mask and gave it to me," I said. "You would've had the gas mask and you never would've been taken at all."

Frank didn't say anything, giving me a soft kiss. I held his hand as we got up and walked around again. I looked around at the different stores and then noticed the Canadian flag outside a police station.

"Can we go to the police for help?" I asked.

"No, baby, no police," he said. "We have to find a way to get home by ourselves."

"That's gonna be too hard to do," I said.

"I know, that's why I need you to be tough for me, okay, kitten?" He asked and I nodded. "You've gotta be big for me, baby boy."

"It's hard to be big when you're giving all these cute little pet names," I said.

"Alright, you've gotta be big, Gerard," he stated.

I nodded my head but I couldn't help but miss the little pet names. I looked at a small pond, which was starting to freeze over.

"What if we don't get home before winter comes?" I asked.

"I don't know, baby," Frank mumbled. "We'll just have to try and find something to help us get back."

"I don't want to be stuck out here in the freezing cold," I said. "We could freeze to death out here."

"I'm not gonna let that happen," Frank said. "We will get home and we'll sleep for a million years in our big, soft bed. And I'll buy you a new Casper and I'll get you a puppy too if you want."

"Thank you, daddy," I said, kissing his cheek.

Frank smiled and we went back to the alley. We curled up under the blanket and I smiled. I ate quietly, eating half of the food that was left, saving the rest for later.

"Is Pete and Patrick going to be okay?" I asked.

"I hope so," Frank said.

"It would be my fault if either of them got hurt," I said.

"Gee, baby, I don't want you hung up on this for the rest of your life, it isn't good for you," he said. "Things happen sometimes, even if we didn't mean for them to but there isn't anything we can do so we just have to try and move on. Nothing good will come out of you just hanging onto your mistake, baby."

I nodded softly, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Have you ever made a mistake that you regretted?" I asked.

"I regret killing your mom," Frank said. "I knew right after I did it that it was a mistake. I was just so angry that I wasn't even thinking, I just wanted your dad to feel what I felt, I wanted him to have the same pain that I had. It was wrong and I realized that afterwards because not only was I taking away a man's love but also taking the mother of two kids. I'm always scared that one day you'll leave me because of that and I'm so sorry, baby boy."

"I never want to leave you," I said. "I'd stay with you no matter what."

Frank smiled softly, giving me a kiss.

"Good, I don't know what I would do without you," he said. "I lost you for a week and I was a mess. I relapsed back to drugs, got drunk, I hardly slept."

My eyes watered as I snuggled up close to his chest.

"I'm sorry I did that to you," I whispered. "I-I was just scared that I was going to ruin your life because I was in a wheelchair and we didn't know if I would be able to ever walk again and I didn't want you to throw everything away just to take care of me."

"You know I love taking care of you, baby boy," Frank said. "It doesn't matter if you're in a wheelchair or not, I still love you exactly the same."

"They were just scaring me, they said you were giving up everything," I said. "They just kept talking about how your life would be over and how you were ruining your life by marrying me and I didn't want you to ruin your life."

"You'd never ruin my life," he said. "You make it a million times better, you're my favorite part of the day."

I smiled, snuggling up with Frank. Everything was going to be okay, Frank always makes sure of that.