"Alright, let's go on a walk," Frank said.

I've been pouty all day. I've just been so bored, we've been in this house for so long now and there was nothing to do while in a wheelchair.

"Let me grab you a sweater, it's starting to get chilly out," he said.

Frank went to the bedroom before coming back with a cardigan on himself and a pink sweater in his hands. He put it on me and pushed me outside.

"Daddy, will you still think I'm pretty even if I have to go down the aisle in a wheelchair?" I asked.

"Of course, you'll always be beautiful no matter what," Frank said. "Wheelchair or not, you're beautiful."

I smiled happily, holding Casper in my lap. The fresh air actually was really nice and helped me relax a little.

"Can we go to McDonald's?" I asked.

Frank nodded and walked me to a nearby McDonald's.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Ice cream and fries," I said.

Frank smiled and nodded, ordered us food. Frank got our booth and pushed me to one of those tables with a handicap spot.

"I think we should have this at our wedding," I said, dipping a French fry into my ice cream before eating it.

"We should have McDonald's cater our wedding?" Frank asked.

"Only for the ice cream and fries," I said.

Frank nodded, dipping his own fries.

"I got into touch with my mom," he said.

"Y-your mom?" I asked nervously. "I didn't know your mom was still alive."

"She is, she lives with some other family up in New York," Frank said. "My parents got divorced when I was little and they used to have joint custody but my mom transferred because of her job and I was just starting school so they didn't want me to move at all so I lived with my dad. I don't talk to my mom all that much anymore but I do go up and visit sometimes. My mom and some other family are coming down for the wedding."

"I-is it okay to be nervous to meet your family?" I asked.

Frank smiled softly, kissing my cheek.

"They will love you, Gee, I promise," he said. "They're coming a month ahead for a vacation because I'm paying for them to stay in a hotel on the beach."

I bit my lip nervously and he reached over to squeeze my hand.

"Don't be scared," he said.

I nodded, dipping another fry into my ice cream.

"Your birthday is coming up soon, what do you want?" I asked.

"I just want to cuddle up all day in our pajamas and watch movies and eat endless amounts of ice cream," he said.

"B-but you bought so many presents for me," I whimpered. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't get you anything."

"Baby, I've told you this a million times, I don't need any presents," Frank said. "The only thing I could ever want for my birthday is cuddling up with you."

I pouted slightly, eating my food. Maybe I can get him a car, I know he really likes cars, especially those really nice supercars from Italy. I don't know a lot about cars but maybe I can ask Pete. Maybe not a sports car but a nice luxury car like a BMW or something. I would have to ask Pete about that.

I already bought Frank a nice watch, which he wears everyday. Maybe I can buy him a box set of a movie he likes. Or I can buy him the Harry Potters series, I know he likes those books a lot. Oh man, buying presents are so hard for people.

"Okay, but if you had to choose one thing for me to buy you what would it be?" I asked and Frank shook his head. "I can bake you a cake. Well, actually no I can't, I've never cooked in my life but I can buy you a really good cake."

Frank laughed, kissing my cheek.

"That's okay, we've got ice cream," he said. "We should start heading home, it's supposed to rain later."

I sighed as Frank pushed me out the door in my wheelchair.

"I hate being in this thing," I grumbled, looking at the chair in disdain.

"Baby, don't worry, you won't have to be in a wheelchair forever," he said.

"But it's taking too long," I complained.

"These things take time," Frank said. "It took me a while to recover from my injury too."

"Patrick told me it could be an entire year before I'm perfectly recovered," I said. "I won't even be able to do any running and jumping for a whole year. What about when we go to the playground? I won't even be able to play at the playground."

"I will build you your very own playground right in our backyard just so that way as soon as Patrick says you're allowed to then we will play on the playground together all day long," he said.

"Really?" I asked, looking up at him as I smiled.

"Of course, I'll build you the best playground ever," he stated.

We got back to the house and Frank pushed me inside. He helped me onto the couch, pulling my legs onto his lap.

"Alright, toes," he said.

I wiggled my toes and he smiled.

"Feet?" He asked.

I moved my feet slightly and he smiled. I couldn't move it much, only about an inch either way but Patrick told me I was doing really well.

"You've got the cutest little feet in the whole world," he said, giving both of them a kiss.

I giggled, pulling him over to give him a kiss.

"I love you, daddy," I said.

"I love you too, baby boy," he said.

"What do you wanna watch?" I asked.

Usually we spent most of our time outside on the beach and in the lake but since I couldn't, we've spent a lot more time just cuddling on the couch watching movies and tv shows.

"Let's watch...Rushmore," he decided.

Frank put the movie on and grabbed a blanket for us. After a while into the movie, I wiggled my toes unhappily.

"My feet are cold, daddy," I said.

Frank smiled, going to the bedroom before coming back with my favorite pair of pink fuzzy socks. I gave him a kiss before he put my socks on for me. Although I hated not being able to walk, I loved being with Frank 24/7. Even the parts I used to hate like when he had to help me go potty, I don't even mind it anymore.

"Daddy?" I asked a while into the movie and I saw he was falling asleep.

"Yeah, baby?" He asked, wrapping his arms around me a little tighter.

"I-I just want to say thank you for everything," I mumbled. "Thank you for always taking care of me when I was injured and even now during my physical therapy and you don't even get anything in return because I can't have sex and you don't want me to buy you presents but I promise I'll give you the best cuddles in the whole world."

"Of course, I'll be by your side no matter what," Frank promised.

"If you want you can get a prostitute because--"

"Baby, I can live the rest of my life without sex and I won't care just as long as you're okay," Frank interrupted.

"But if you want to you can get one," I said. "I-I don't want you to be miserable and sexually frustrated for the rest of your life."

"Baby, I promise you that you are not ruining my life," he stated. "You have made it a million times better. I have a purpose now. Before I was just drinking and doing drugs and robbing places and dealing guns and drugs. I was basically on a straight road to death. And then I met you and you were light and innocent compared to everything else in my life and you made everything else lighter and better. Suddenly everything became about you and I loved that. And I want the rest of my life to be about you and about all the memories that we're going to make traveling the world together. I love you more than anything, baby boy, you give my life a purpose."

My eyes watered as I looked at him.

"Oh, princess, don't cry now," he sighed, hugging me tight.

"Th-they're happy tears," I whimpered.

"No happy tears because you gotta save all those tears for the wedding," he said.

"I-I can't cry until February?" I asked with a quiet giggle.

"No crying until February," he confirmed.

"Daddy I can't not cry all the way until then," I said. "And I don't wanna cry at the wedding because then my makeup will be ruined and my eyes will be all puffy in the wedding photos."

"Okay, so we will never cry again," he said.

I giggled and Frank kissed my forehead.

"I love you more than anything, daddy," I said. "You've shown me new things, let me explore and have fun. And if it weren't for you I'd still be living exactly the same as I was before, extremely guarded and lonely."

"We both helped each other and we'll have each other for the rest of our lives," he said.

I smiled and nodded, holding his hand.

"And when we're to stay at the beach and grow old together and then we're gonna have old people sex and take viagra," I said.

Frank smiled and nodded, kissing the top of my head.

"And it's gonna be sweaty and ugly but it's gonna feel so damn good," Frank added.

"Are we gonna be in a retirement home?" I asked.

"Fuck that, no way am I gonna let some stupid nurse take care of me," he said. "I can take care of myself and you my own damn self."

I giggled, hugging him tight.

"And then we're gonna watch old movies and go on little dates as an old couple," he said. "And everyday I'm going to buy you flowers and tell you that you're beautiful."

I smiled, burying my face into the crook of his neck. We were going to have the perfect life together.