I looked out the window as we pulled up the driveway of the big house. It's been so long since I've been here. It's been rebuilt but still looked mostly the same. I missed it but dreaded it at the same time.

"Come on, baby," Frank said.

"I-I don't know if I wanna go back in there," I said. "Everything bad always happened in there."

"Hey, it's gonna be okay," he reassured, squeezing my hand. "We're gonna help them get Patrick back and then we can go back home. You could've stayed there if you wanted."

"No, I wanna stay with you," I said.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "You can still take the car and head back if you want."

"No, it's okay," I said.

Frank nodded, getting out of the car. He opened my door for me and wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked in. The inside looked different, there was new furniture and new paint on the walls. Everything looked so new.

"Frank! Gee!" Pete exclaimed. "Oh my god, you two look great. And Frank, who knew someone could change so much in about two years."

He gave us both hugs and I smiled. We haven't been able to see him since we left, he couldn't be followed to us. I missed him, he was always so nice.

"We have to work, Gee, but I got some toys for you to play with while you're here," Pete said. "I set up a bedroom for you, it's in your old room."

I took our bags upstairs to the room. It was completely different now but in the same spot as before. I set the bags on the bed, looking at the big dollhouse and the toy box in the corner. I sighed, looking around.

"I miss daddy already," I said.

I'm used to having him all to myself all the time. I walked back downstairs to the meeting room but frowned when I saw the kitchen in that place. I eventually found the office and saw a little window in there.

I peeked inside and saw Frank at the head of the table. He was wearing a suit again and talking. It was like he was taking over as the boss again. I wasn't sure if I liked that. Only bad things happened when he was boss. And what if he falls in love with all this again? He does love working, what if he doesn't wanna leave again?

I remember at the house. After the first month, Frank started to get bored. I knew he wasn't bored of me, just missing work. He did a lot of projects around the house, renovations and that. He built me an entire dollhouse and it was so pretty. He fixed the step on the back deck that was weak and fixed some water damage on the ceiling as well as the leaky pipes.

Pete said something and Frank looked upset. I frowned, sitting against the door as I pressed my ear to it. It was hard to hear but thankfully just enough for me to pick up on the conversation.

"Donald Way really started the fire?" Frank asked.

"They were trying to smoke Gee out so they could grab him," Pete said.

"He almost fucking killed his own son," he said. "He almost killed my baby. And for what? Gerard is happy here."

"Yeah, now he's saying we don't get Patrick back until he gets Gee," Pete said.

"That's not gonna happen," Frank denied. "There's gotta be another way."

"We've tried other ways, we can't figure anything out, that's why we called you," Pete said.

"Why? So I could bring Gee and you could give him to them?" Frank asked.

"No, because you're smart," Pete stated. "You've been running these kinds of things far longer than we have. We need you, Frank."

I bit my lip as I listened when I suddenly heard footsteps.

"Hello, sweetheart, what's your name?" The lady asked.

I looked up at her and frowned. She had dark brown hair and these big blue eyes. She was really pretty and nice looking.

"Daddy told me I can't talk to strangers," I said.

"I'm not a stranger, sweetheart," she said, kneeling down to my height. "My name's Sarah."

I looked at her nervously, pressing myself against the door.

"I'm the new doctor," she said. "Dewees died of a heart attack. I was a friend of his and took over for him."

"Do you live here?" I asked.

"No, I was just here giving someone stitches," she said. "Now, what's your name?"

"I'm Gee," I said quietly.

"You're Gee?" She asked. "Oh, I've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you."

I sniffled, hugging my knees to my chest.

"Do I have to go back home to my dad and brother?" I asked.

"No, sweetheart," Sarah denied. "I'm sure Frank has something planned."

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Daddy always comes to the rescue," I said. "He always protects me."

Sarah smiled at me softly.

"Now, I think we both know that you're not supposed to be sitting out here," she said.

"Please don't tell daddy," I whimpered.

"I won't," she promised. "But let's go find something else for you to do. It'll help take your mind off this so you don't have to worry."

She held out her hand and I took it. I followed her back up to my room and she sat with me next to my dollhouse.

"I miss daddy," I mumbled. "I wanna play with him."

"Well, he's a little busy right now," Sarah said. "But look, you've got dolls and trains and trucks."

She pulled out two barbies and I sighed as I grabbed one.

"Her name is Gracie," I said. "And that's her lesbian girlfriend, Tasha."

Sarah chuckled softly and I sighed.

"I don't wanna play dolls, I want daddy," I said.

"He's working right now and can't be distracted, sweetie," she said. "But I can play with you if you want."

I shook my head.

"I'm just gonna color for daddy," I said. "He likes it when I color pictures for him."

Sarah smiled and nodded, walking out and shutting the door. I grabbed some paper and markers that was on the desk, coloring a pretty picture for Frank.

He finally finished his meeting and I waiting outside the door as everyone walked out. I sat myself down on Frank's lap and giggled happily.

"Look, daddy, I drew a picture for you," I said.

"Oh, baby, it's beautiful!" Frank cheered and I smiled proudly.

"Look, it's you, me and Mitch," I said.

Mitch unfortunately got sick a few months after we moved. The vets said it could've been due to the smoke in her lungs from the fire. She died one day and I was so upset. But Frankie was there to help me feel better. He gave me hugs and kisses and helped me to bury her. He even gave a eulogy because I asked him to.

"This is going right onto the fridge when we get home," Frank said

"When are we going home?" I asked. "Are we gonna stay here long?"

"I'm not sure yet, baby," he said. "Hopefully it's soon so we can go back home and I can kiss you all day long."

I giggled happily, snuggling up against him.

"Did you miss working?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I care about you more," he said. "And as soon as we have Patrick back then we're leaving."

"Promise?" I asked.

"Promise," he stated.

I smiled, holding his hand.

"We built a safe room, Gee," Pete said. "I'll show it to you."

I followed him down to the basement, holding Frank's hand. We stopped in front of a big metal door that he opened. We stepped inside and I looked around at the metal walls and different screens.

"The code to lock it and unlock it is 4-4-7-1," Pete said, punching the numbers into the keypad.

There was a whirring noise before the door was solidly locked.

"And here are security cameras placed around the house," Pete said. "And this is the emergency phone."

He turned on the screens to show me the cameras and gestured to the landline on the wall.

"If we ever need you to hide then you come down here, okay?" Patrick asked.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"And no one can get in?" I asked.

"No one," he confirmed.

I smiled softly as he put in the number and we walked back out.

"When do you have to work again?" I asked sadly as Pete walked away.

"Not for awhile," Frank said, scooping me up in his arms.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Now, what does my little kitten wanna do?" Frank asked.

"I wanna snuggle with daddy," I said, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"Snuggling it is," Frank said.

He carried me up to our bedroom, tossing me onto the bed as I giggled. Frank crawled beside me, laying down as I rested my head on his chest. My hand played with the end of his tie gently.

"How are you gonna get Patrick?" I asked. "A-are you gonna hurt my family?"

"No, baby," he denied. "We're gonna try our best to come to a compromise."

"But what if you can't? Will you hurt them then?" I asked.

"Princess, we are going to try our best to have as little bloodshed on both sides," Frank said.

"I love them," I mumbled. "I just wish I would be able to see both of you."

"Me too but they won't let you," Frank said.

I sniffled quietly and nodded. His fingers ran through my hair and I looked up at him.

"How long do you think we're gonna be here?" I asked.

"I don't know, hopefully not long," he said.

I leaned up, pressing my lips to his. The kiss between us grew more heated as my body pressed to his and he held my waist.

"Too bad we left the toys at home," he breathed out.

I giggled, pulling my dress up over my head. My lips connected with his again as everything else seemed to fade away.