"Daddy!" I shouted. "Daddy! Come here!"

Frank came rushing in, a look of concern on his face.

"Are you okay? Does your wound hurt? Are you hurt?" He asked.

"Look!" I exclaimed, pointing to my feet.

I wiggled my toes a little and he smiled.

"Baby, that's so great," he said. "I am so proud of you, princess."

I giggled happily as he picked me up and spun me around.

"Look at your little toes," Frank said, kissing them.

I smiled, wiggling my toes a little faster.

"Good boy," Frank said. "You're so perfect."

"Look!" I exclaimed.

"I know, baby, you've got cute little wiggling toes," he said, kissing my toes again.

My face was hurting from smiling so much as I giggled. I kept wiggling my toes and Frank smiled.

"How about some ice cream to celebrate?" Frank asked.

He left the room and came back a few minutes later with two bowls of ice cream. One was just plain vanilla but the other was vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate syrup and a bunch of sprinkles.

"Daddy, I want the sprinkles one," I said.

"I know, princess," Frank said.

He sat down and I smiled when he handed me the bowl. I ate happily as we watched the movie that had momentarily been forgotten.

"Baby, are you ever gonna stop wiggling your toes?" Frank asked and I giggled, shaking my head.

There was a knock on the door and I furrowed my eyebrows. No one was supposed to be over today, what if my dad found out where we were?

Frank got up and went to the foyer while I tried to listen. There were quiet voices before Frank came back with Patrick by his side.

"Patrick!" I cheered. "Look at me wiggle my toes."

I wiggled my toes for him and he chuckled. Frank and Patrick talked quietly and I frowned. Finally, Frank sat down next to me and smiled.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing, he was just giving me the report on the deaths we had, he finally got them from your family," Frank said and I looked at him nervously. "A lot of your dad's workers were killed but your dad and your brother are both still safe and alive."

I nodded, setting my ice cream down.

"And are they gonna take me away again?" I asked.

"As of right now, no, they don't have the means to do so," he said. "No workers and a partially demolished house."

"So we're safe?" I asked.

"Yeah, for now," Frank said. "Do you want Patrick to stay and play with you for a little while while I go to the store?"

I nodded my head and he smiled, giving me a kiss.

"I love you, I'll be back soon," he said.

I nodded and he gave me one more kiss before leaving. Patrick smiled and sat beside me.

"Can I see you wiggle your toes again?" He asked as he pulled my legs onto his lap.

I wiggled my toes and he smiled. Patrick squeezed my foot and looked at me.

"Can you feel that?" He asked and I nodded.

He squeezed my ankle and looked at me expectantly.

"I can only feel it a little," I said.

He squeezed my shin and my lip quivered.

"Can you feel that, Gee?" He asked.

I whimpered, shaking my head.

"That's okay, Gee, you're making a great recovery so far," he said. "Trust me, you'll be walking in no time. Now, let me check the bullet wound."

I whined in protest but he still lifted up my shirt either way.

"It looks good," he said. "I mean, you're young and healthy so it should. It's been a month and I would say maybe a month or two until you're completely healed."

"What about walking?" I asked.

"That will probably take a little longer," he said and my lip quivered.

"How long?" I asked. "Will I be able to walk down the aisle at my wedding?"

Patrick bit his lip and my eyes watered. Frank and I were planning to get married in February, just six months away.

"Gee, the chances are good but I just can't promise anything," he said.

I sniffled and nodded my head.

"But even if you can't we can put flowers on your wheelchair or if you're on crutches by then we can put flowers on your crutches," he said. "You know, like cute little flower vines that twist over the poles. It'll be cute, I promise."

I sniffled and nodded and he squeezed my hand.

"Your wedding will be perfect," he said.

I sniffled and nodded, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Are you and Pete going to get married?" I asked. "You've been dating even longer than me and Frank have."

"I don't know, Gee, maybe," Patrick said. "Hopefully we will. We've just been waiting for things to be peaceful and calm."

"But you're not engaged?" I asked and he shook his head. "I hope you get married soon and then you'll both be happy and married. And we can do married couple things that married couples do with other married couples."

Patrick smiled, running his fingers through my hair.

"So, what are you watching?" He asked.

"Tinkerbell," I said.

The two of us watched the movie together until Frank came home with groceries.

"Daddy!" I cheered when he walked in.

"Hey, princess," Frank said.

Patrick helped put away groceries and I smiled.

"Did you get more orange juice?" I asked.

"I did, baby boy," Frank said. "And I got a treat for you for being so good with your therapy."

He handed me a big lollipop and I gasped. I ate it happily as him and Patrick talked at the table. I watched the movie, watching Mama come in. She sat beside me and I smiled, petting the top of her head. When I finished my sucker, I looked over at Frank sadly.

"No more sugar, babydoll," he said.

"But--"

"No sugar," he repeated.

I pouted, looking at the tv. I yawned, covering myself with a blanket.

"Daddy, can I get a new dress because mine was ruined when I got shot?" I asked.

Frank nodded, going to the bedroom before he came back and gave me his laptop. I added a new dress to the cart, which was similar to the old one.

"Can I get a few other things too?" I asked.

"Of course, Gee, you can get anything you want," he said.

I smiled, picking out a few dresses. I got a few pieces of lingerie too, just to surprise Frank. I knew it wasn't a surprise now because Frank still has to help me change but as soon as I can change myself then I'm gonna wear the sexiest piece of lingerie I can find just for him as a thank you for taking care of me.

"Do you want something too, daddy?" I asked.

"Pick out a hoodie for me, baby boy," he said.

I smiled, picking out a blue hoodie with Mickey Mouse on it. I paid for the clothes and opened skype.

"Hi Lindsey!" I cheered when she answered.

"Hey, how are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm better, I wiggled my toes today," I said.

"Tell her I say hi," Frank said.

"Frank says hi," I repeated.

"Hi, Frank," Lindsey said. "So, are we going for a dress fitting soon?"

"How can I have a dress fitting when I can't even put on the dress myself?" I asked.

"I'll help you try them on," she said. "And Ryan and Ray will be there too."

"I can come too, Gee," Patrick said. "You know, if you want someone who is actually involved in your therapy there."

I nodded excitedly and he smiled.

"And we can look at some bridesmaids dresses too," she said. "Ryan told me he'd wear a dress too. So that way it would be even with the number of bridesmaids and groomsmens."

Frank was only having Pete and Patrick as his groomsmen. He was going to have more but apparently he had a falling out with some of his workers while I was with my dad. So he was only having Patrick and Pete, the two people who trusted most besides me.

I didn't have a lot of friends, not since I was so sheltered. Lindsay was my maid of honor and thankfully Ryan was going to be another bridesmaid. I know he does cross dress sometimes so he doesn't mind wearing the dress.

"What about a flower girl and ring bearer?" I asked.

"Do we really need one?" Frank asked.

I shook my head and he nodded.

"And...what about--"

"Baby, don't worry, we've still got six months until the wedding," Frank said. "All you have to worry about is healing and getting better."

"Okay, daddy," I said. "Lindsey, are all three of your going to be able to sneak away?"

"Yeah, Ryan and I know how to and Ray isn't being protected as much," Lindsey said.

"Maybe I can hook you up with someone at the wedding, maybe one of Frank's men," I said.

"Baby," Frank said, looking at me in confusion.

"Lindsey needs a daddy," I said. "A-and her dad is, like, super strict so she can't even meet anyone. One of your men can be her daddy."

"I don't know, Gee, not all of my men are the best," he said. "Maybe we can find someone else."

"But--"

"Princess, some of them are into very bad stuff, lots of them are," Frank stated. "You know, heavy drugs and sex slavery. I'll find someone better for her, someone who will treat her well and respect her."

I smiled happily and nodded my head.

"Make sure he's nice and he's funny too," Lindsey said.

"Will do," Frank agreed.

"And then we get to have your wedding too," I said.

"And I'm gonna have cute little babies," Lindsey said.

I giggled, nodding my head.

"And you'll be my maid of honor and help me plan the most beautiful wedding in the world," she said.

I nodded and smiled as Frank walked over.

"I love you," he said, giving me a kiss. "Let me see those pretty toes again."

I giggled, wiggling my toes for him again.