I woke up and immediately felt sick. I tugged on Frank's arm and he grumbled quietly. He wrapped an arm around my waist sleepily.

"Daddy, I don't feel good," I whimpered.

Frank turned on the lap beside the bed and yawned. He touched my forehead gently and frowned.

"Baby, you're burning up," he said.

Frank left the room before coming back with a couple things. He took my temperature and sighed.

"You've got a fever, baby boy," he said. "Here, take some medicine."

Frank sat me up and I took some of the medicine he had brought.

"Daddy, I'm cold," I whimpered.

"Let's get you changed into some warmer pjs," he said.

Frank got me changed into my skeleton onesie, putting on a pair of black fuzzy socks.

"Let's get back to bed now," he said. "You need rest."

"But we were supposed to go to the museum today," I complained.

"That's okay, we can go a different day," he said.

I pouted as he crawled into bed with me, shutting off the light. I quickly fell asleep, shivering as I was cuddled up in his arms.

The next morning I smelled food cooking. I was feeling a little bit better now that the medicine had kicked in. I got up and sniffled as I went to the kitchen.

"Go back to bed, baby boy," he said.

"I don't wanna," I whined.

"Bed, Princess," he ordered. 

I pouted but went back to crawl into bed. I turned on the tv, sitting up in bed as I played with Casper's little floppy bunny ears.

"Good morning," I said to Susan as he woke up.

He licked my hand before leaving and I heard Frank open the backdoor. They came back in and there was the sound of pans clinging in the kitchen. Frank came over, a tray in his hand.

"Breakfast in bed for my beautiful husband," Frank said.

"I'm not very hungry," I mumbled as he set the tray up over my lap on the stand.

Frank kissed my cheek, feeling my forehead.

"You gotta eat," he said. "I'll feed you, baby boy."

Frank fed me my breakfast while I watched cartoons until I was almost halfway done.

"Too full," I mumbled.

"Okay, just drink some water then," he said.

I drank some water as Frank ate his own breakfast. I gave Casper a kiss and smiled. Frank leaned over, also giving Casper a kiss.

"Feeling a little better?" He asked.

"Because of the medicine a little," I said.

"That's good," he said. "Soon you'll be all better again and then we can go on our date."

I nodded and Frank kissed my temple as he finished eating. He took the tray back to the kitchen, coming back with a sippy cup with water.

"Make sure you drink a lot," Frank said.

The two of us cuddled up in bed, watching cartoons. I was half asleep when Frank's phone rang and he sighed.

"It's Pete," he said.

"Don't answer it," I muttered, snuggling up close to his side as I yawned.

Frank declined the call, wrapping his arms around me. He ran his fingers through my hair and I was finally dozing off again when his phone rang.

"Gotta take this," he mumbled.

I whined as Frank left the bed and went out of the room.

"Hey, Pete," Frank said. "Yeah, my baby's just got a fever so I'm cuddling up with him."

He walked off and I heard the door to his office shut. There were muffled voices for a little bit before I heard the familiar tapping sound. I stood up, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders as I went to Frank's small office and curled up on his lap.

Frank was throwing darts at his dartboard, aiming at the picture of Andy taped up there. Frank does that now when he's upset because it makes him feel a little better when he's angry.

"Fucking hate him," Frank muttered, throwing a dart and hitting Andy's forehead.

"Pete?" I asked.

"No, Andy," he said. "He fucking raped both you and Jamia."

"Jamia?" I asked.

"Yeah, I didn't realize it until after I killed him," Frank said. "But Andy wouldn't have had to drug Jamia so I wouldn't know. He had to for you, you weren't so shy and scared and would immediately come to me after hitting and kicking him as much as you could. Jamia wouldn't, she would be scared, too scared to even tell me or fight him. I would send her out a lot with Andy when she wanted to go shopping or something but she when she came back she would always be quiet and upset. Whenever I chose Andy to go with her too she always looked scared, I thought all of that was just because I wasn't going out with her but now I know it's because he was raping her. I wish I hadn't killed him, I would've made him suffer for everything he's done."

"I'm sorry, daddy," I whispered, kissing his cheek.

Frank ran his fingers through my hair and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"What'd Pete want?" I asked.

"I have to meet with a couple people so I'll be away longer," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"They still don't trust Pete so I have to go over to talk them into switching their business to Pete before going to someone else," he said.

I looked down sadly and he kissed the top of my head.

"Did you build this house for Jamia?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, this was basically her dream house," Frank said.

"This was her dream house?" I asked.

My dream house is a big mansion with ten bedrooms and an indoor pool.

"Yeah, she was never born rich like us and didn't care about the big mansions and luxury cars as much," he said. "She always wanted a little cottage on the beach where we would raise our kids together. We always planned to turn this office into a nursery when the time came."

"Did you want a lot of kids?" I asked.

"No, just one or two," he said. "Someone to inherit the business, you know? I always dreamed of teaching my child how to shoot and fight and stuff. Jamia always complained that I should just play catch with them like a normal dad but that's just not my style. Although nowadays I could see myself doing that."

"I think you've changed a lot ever since you've given the business up," I said.

"Is that a good thing?" Frank asked and I nodded. "How come?"

"You're just more relaxed now," I said. "You don't get so angry anymore either. You're just more peaceful."

"Well, I have a lot less stress now," he said. "All I've gotta do now is take care of my baby boy and that's my favorite thing ever."

I smiled softly and he kissed my cheek.

"Alright, I think we should get you back to bed now so you can rest," he said.

Frank picked me up and tucked me into bed.

"I'll go get you some more water," he said.

Frank grabbed my mostly empty sippy cup and went to the kitchen to refill it. He came back and cuddled up with me in the bed.

"I'm tired," I mumbled. "But not like sleepy tired just tired."

"Just rest then," he said.

I nodded, snuggling up to his side as I watched tv. Frank ran his fingers through my hair as I yawned.

"Daddy, did you Jamia spend a lot of time here?" I asked.

"We did at first when my dad was still in charge," he said. "And then when I took over we only came down here on the weekends and on holidays."

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him.

"Why so many questions about Jamia all of the sudden?" Frank asked.

"I don't know, I'm just curious," I said. "I feel like me and Jamia would get along. She sounds really sweet."

"She was," Frank said.

I smiled softly, shivering as I pressed myself tighter against him. I could feel a headache starting to form and I frowned.

"Daddy, I'm starting to feel icky again," I whimpered.

"Here," he said.

He grabbed the bottle of pills on the nightstand and I swallowed two pills.

"I'm sorry you feel sick," Frank said, kissing my cheek.

I smiled softly, resting my head on his chest. He rubbed my back gently and I smiled.

"Sometimes I forget we're actually married and then I remember and I get this really happy, warm feeling in my chest and I love it," I said. "Thank you for marrying me, daddy."

"Of course, Baby Boy, I love you more than anything," he said. "I love being married to you, it's one of the best feelings in the world to know that you're all mine."

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

"I love you," I whispered.

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

I smiled, nuzzling against him as he chuckled. I heard the kittens enter the room, curling up on the little bed in the corner. Frank twirled my hair around his finger and I sighed peacefully.

"I wish I wasn't sick so that way I can kiss you," I said.

"I don't care," Frank muttered.

Frank lifted my head up and gave me a kiss. I giggled and blushed, hugging him tight.

"I love your kissies," I mumbled. "They make me so happy. And they always my my stomach flutter in the best way possible, I love it."

Frank gave me another kiss and I smiled.

"I'm tired," I said. "I wanna take a nappy."

Frank nodded, giving me my paci and Casper. I cuddled up with him as I quickly fell asleep.