I walked inside as I giggled happily.

"Hey, baby, did you have fun with Ray?" Frank asked.

I nodded, giving him a kiss. Thankfully I wasn't sick anymore and I also love how I don't have to go out with security anymore.

"Guess what I did," I said.

"Oh god, what is it?" Frank asked, looking worried.

I pulled off my sweater and I saw a small smile spread over his face.

"What is this, baby boy?" He asked.

"For you, daddy, because you have a lot of tattoos for me," I said.

Frank smiled, looking at the first ever tattoo I had gotten while I was out with Ray. It was his initials right over my heart.

"I only cried a little bit," I said proudly.

"Oh, Baby Boy, daddy's so proud of you," he praised.

Frank gave me a kiss and I smiled.

"It was really scary but I really wanted it too," I said. "I was so brace, daddy."

"You were," he agreed, kissing my cheek. "I love it, baby boy, thank you."

He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled.

"I wasn't really listening when she told me how to take care of it because I was still crying so can you help me with that?" I asked.

"Of course," Frank said.

He still had a huge smile on his face as we sat on the couch.

"It looks beautiful," Frank said.

I giggled happily, holding his hand.

"Where'd you go?" He asked.

"To the parlor where you usually get yours done," I replied.

"Who did your tattoo?" He asked.

"Uh, her name was Julia," I said.

"Good, she's good," Frank said.

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"I'm gonna take Susan out, can you start a load of laundry?" He asked.

I nodded my head and Frank grabbed Susan as I put my sweater back on. I pulled the hamper from our bedroom to the washer and dryer in the mud room. I frowned as I looked at the basket, realizing I've never done the laundry before. I shoved all the clothes into the washing machine, pouring some of the laundry detergent in too before I turned it on.

When I was finished with that, I went and sat on the couch, turning on the tv. I pet Mama's head, smiling softly.

"Gerard!" A voice shouted.

My eyes widened as I hurried to the mud room where Frank was. I shrieked when I saw that the washing machine had overflowed with bubbles that was covering the ground.

"What did you fucking do?" Frank asked as he went to the rattling machine and shut it off. "Fuck, it's leaking, I might need to get this worked on."

He took his shirt off, pulling all the clothes out of the washer as he put them in a basket. Frank took them outside and washed them all off with a hose.

My eyes watered as I followed him outside and kissed his cheek. I hugged him tight, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry I'm stupid," I whimpered.

Frank pulled away, pulling me into his lap.

"Don't say that, baby, you're not stupid," he said.

"I am," I said. "I-I've never been to school and my mom stopped homeschooling me when I was eight. A-and I've had maids and cooks to do all this stuff for me all my life."

"That's not your fault," he said.

He gave me a soft kiss and I looked down sadly.

"I know you didn't mean to do it, baby, it's okay," he said.

"I broke the washer," I mumbled sadly.

"We don't know that yet," he said. "But if you did then it's not a big deal to just buy a new one, okay?"

I nodded my head and he kissed my cheek.

"Can you help clean out the mud room?" He asked and I nodded.

Frank finished cleaning up the clothes before we went inside. Susan had ran into the room and was jumping at biting at the bubbles.

"Oh, Susan," Frank muttered.

He picked him up and shut him in the bathroom as he barked.

"How do we clean this out?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," he said.

"Can we, like, scoop it out or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, I mean, I guess that works, I've never had this problem before," he said.

We grabbed buckets, scooping out the water and bubbles. We were both soaking wet and covered in bubbles by the time we finished. We headed to the bathroom and cleaned off both ourselves and Susan.

"Alright, let's take care of your tattoo," Frank said.

I took off my shirt and he gently washed it with warm water and let it dry.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

"It didn't hurt to get tattooed as much as I thought it would, it was the needle part that just scared me," I said.

"Well, typically it hurts more healing than actually getting tattooed," he said and I whimpered nervously. "Don't worry, it's small and there's not even any shading, it won't be too bad."

I nodded as he gently rubbed a thin layer of ointment over the tattoo and I flinched.

"Sorry, baby boy," he said, giving me a soft kiss.

"I don't regret it though," I said. "I like it, your initials are on my body and it's like it's even more that I'm yours and you're mine."

"I am yours and you're mine," he said.

I smiled, holding his hand. I ran my fingers over the tattoo on the back of his hand that said my name over a heart.

"I love you," I whispered.

I gave the tattoo a small kiss and he smiled.

"I'm going to get another tattoo for you," he said.

"You should tattoo a picture of Mitch on yourself," I said.

"Mitch?" Frank asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, I miss her," I said quietly.

"I know you do, I do too, she really was special," Frank said.

"She was," I agreed.

I looked down sadly and he gave me a kiss.

"You want a snack, baby?" He asked and I nodded.

We went out to the kitchen and I smiled as he got me a small bowl of animal crackers. We ate together, both of us quiet.

"You know what I miss?" Frank asked and I looked up at him curiously. "I miss the picnics that we always used to have."

I smiled and nodded my head.

"We have to go on a picnic before I leave before it gets too cold," he said.

"That sounds perfect," I agreed.

"And Susan can come too," he said. "Maybe Olivia and Mama too if they're big enough to."

"I think our relationship has only gotten a million times better since we got married," I said. "It used to just be fooling around behind my dad's back but now it's taking our babies on picnics with us and I think that's just really amazing."

"It is," he agreed. "It was hot before and it's still hot now, even when things are just more calm and domestic. And I love married life, it's absolutely perfect."

I smiled, cuddling up in his lap. I curled up and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. I fed him an animal cracker and he chewed on it quietly.

"You have a little bit of stubble," I said, caressing his cheek gently.

"Yeah, I didn't shave today," he said, running his hand over his jaw.

"I think I'm starting to get stubble too," I said.

"Yeah? I'll teach you how to shave," he said. "You're a bit of a late bloomer. I have noticed some hair on your face now and even more on your crotch."

My lip quivered as I looked away.

"No, princess, I didn't mean that in a bad way, I'm sorry," he said quickly, kissing my cheek. "There's just definitely more hair now than when we met and it still makes you just as beautiful."

"I don't like it," I mumbled, sniffling quietly.

"You can shave down there too, okay, baby?" He asked and I nodded softly. "Either way you're still just as beautiful."

"Is it bad that I'm a late bloomer?" I asked.

"No, of course not," he said. "I love your soft, smooth skin and cuddly, chubby body."

I smiled, hugging him tight, cuddling up with him.

"Daddy, I think I've gained weight since we started dating, you're always giving me treats," he said.

"Well, I just want my baby boy to be happy," he said. "And I still think you're so beautiful."

I giggled, giving him a kiss.

"I like all the sweets and treats," I said.

"Good because I love spoiling you," he said.

"I love you," I said

"Love you too, baby," he said.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling against him as I hummed happily. He rubbed my back gently as we cuddled up on the couch.

"I don't want you to leave me again," I whispered.

"I won't be gone too long, baby boy," Frank said. "I really don't want to leave you either. I wish I could just stay here and cuddle with you. If I had the choice I would definitely stay here but we can't let all the business leave just as soon as Pete takes over."

"Please don't go, daddy," I whispered. "P-please don't leave again."

"Baby," Frank sighed. "Please don't do that, it makes me so upset whenever I see you upset, especially if it's my fault."

My eyes watered as I nodded.

"It's not your fault," I mumbled. "It's Pete's fault."

"Don't blame him either, blame the people who I have to meet with," he said. "They're the ones who won't meet with Pete and are causing all the problems. I wouldn't have to go there if they trusted Pete but apparently they don't."

"I'm gonna miss you," I said sadly.

"I'll miss you too," he said. "But after we can go on a vacation, how's that sound?"

"Perfect," I agreed.

Frank smiled, hugging me tight, running his fingers through my hair. I didn't want Frank to leave me here, I had to find a way to go with him.