"No!" I cried.

"Gee, you've wet the bed three times now," Frank said.

"Don't like them, they're dirty," I said.

"It's even more dirty when you wet the bed," Frank stated.

I sniffled, looking at the pack of diapers.

"I love you, baby, but you can't keep pissing on me every night," Frank said.

"Thought you liked that," I grumbled and he chuckled.

"Just one night, okay?" Frank asked. "If you don't like it then we'll try something else."

I hesitated for a moment before nodding. He smiled, pulling off my panties. I laid down and let him put the diaper on me as he smiled. My eyebrows furrowed as I felt it.

"It's kinda comfy I guess," I said.

He smiled at me, holding my hand. I put on one of his big t-shirts and wrapped my arms around him.

"Can we watch cartoons for a little bit before bed?" I asked.

Frank smiled and nodded, cuddling up with me in the bed. He grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, turning off the lights. I smiled, holding his hand as I yawned. Frank just rubbed my back and kept giving me soft kisses as I finally fell asleep.

I watched Frank fight the person. My hands pulled at the ropes as I sobbed. Frank managed to stab him before hurrying over.

"Daddy! You saved me!" I exclaimed.

He cut the ropes, wrapping his arms around me. Frank just held me tight as I cried. There was a sudden bang and Frank fell to the ground. I looked at the blood seeping from his chest as I dropped to my knees and screamed.

I woke up shaking and crying. Frank was still asleep and I felt the wetness in my diaper. I sniffled, shaking him lightly. He grumbled, turning over.

"What's up, baby?" He asked.

"My diaper is wet," I said.

Frank yawned, sitting up.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" He asked and I nodded. "Princess, we're safe here, I'm safe."

"New diaper," I pouted.

Frank got up, changing me into a clean diaper. I snuggled back up to his side but couldn't fall asleep as I listened to his quiet snoring. Although I didn't like the feeling of being dirty when my diaper was wet, I did like the diaper itself. It was soft and comfortable and made me feel even more little.

"Good morning, baby," Frank muttered as he woke up.

The sun streamed in through the curtains, lighting up his face in the most beautiful way.

"Did you ever go back to sleep?" He asked and I shook my head. "Are you hungry?"

I nodded and he kissed the top of my head. Frank held my hand and lead me downstairs to the kitchen. Frank made me pancakes while I watched. The two of us ate quietly until Frank walked in and he looked hungover.

"Pete, I know you're missing Patrick but you can't just get drunk all the time," Frank said.

Pete grumbled a reply before grabbing a glass of water and walking out.

"Is he okay?" I asked.

"He's just worried," Frank said quietly.

"Were you this worried when I was kidnapped?" I asked.

"Of course I was, baby," he said. "But you also weren't gone for as long as Patrick has."

"My dad won't hurt him," I said.

"We know," Frank said. "But he just misses him a lot and he wants him back."

"I would miss you a lot if you were kidnapped," I said.

"Don't worry, that's not gonna happen," he said. "We're going to get away just as soon as we get Patrick."

"I can't wait until we do," I said. "I like it better at the beach house, you don't have to work all the time. It's more relaxing there too, I like it."

Frank nodded in agreement, holding my hand. We finished up breakfast and Frank cleaned up our plates.

"Do you have to work?" I asked sadly.

"Not for a little while," he said. "Let's go on a walk."

I nodded excitedly, going upstairs to get dressed. I put on a pair of lace panties, white denim shorts and a plain blue t-shirt. Frank dressed too into one of his suits and we walked outside.

"Where are we going?" I asked as I swung our arms.

"I don't know, where do you wanna go?" He asked.

"Can we go to that one bakery?" I asked. "They have the best cookies in the world there."

Frank chuckled, wrapping an arm around my waist. I looked around, picking a flower. I giggled as I put it into the breast pocket of Frank's jacket.

"You should always keep flowers there," I said.

I put more in so that he had like his own tiny bouquet in his pocket. Frank smiled, giving me a soft kiss.

"I love you," He said.

Frank wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around. I giggled, hugging him tight. He held me in his arms and I buried my face into the crook of his neck. His hand rubbed my back gently and I smiled. 

"Baby, is that your dad's car?" Frank asked quietly.

I turned my head, nodding when I saw the car on the other side of the street that was clearly following us. Frank grabbed my hand, pulling me to the nearest building. My eyes widened as I saw it was a strip club. The bouncer at the door stopped me and I whimpered in fear.

"I need to see your ID," he said.

I showed him my ID and he nodded, allowing us inside.

"Hey, tell me when that car leaves?" Frank asked, gesturing to my dad's car.

Frank handed the man two hundred dollars and he smiled and nodded. He held my hand, bringing me inside. The place was dark and wasn't very busy at this time of day, but you could tell that by night it would be full. People drank and cheered as scantily clad girls danced for them.

"Come on," Frank said.

We sat at a table and I looked around nervously.

"Here, I'll go get us something to drink so we don't get kicked out," Frank said.

Frank walked over to the bar but wasn't gone for long before he came back with a beer for himself and some pop for me.

"Why didn't they ID you?" I asked.

"Because I'm clearly an adult," frank said with a small chuckle. "You still look young."

"How young?" I asked.

Frank bit his lip as he looked at me. "Hm, maybe seventeen."

I giggled. "I think you look...thirty-five."

"I am thirty-five," Frank stated as he laughed.

"You look your age," I said.

He laughed, holding my hand. Some lady came over and sat on my lap, running her fingers through my hair.

"You want a dance, sweetheart?" She asked.

My eyes widened as I looked at Frank.

"Sorry, we're not interested today," he said.

The lady shrugged before walking off to someone else. I whimpered, going to sit on Frank's lap.

"Not interested today?" I asked.

"You don't want a dance?" He asked with a small smirk.

"Nuh-uh, I don't like girls," I said. "And I like giving you dances more anyways."

"Can I get a dance tonight?" He asked.

I smiled and nodded. "I ordered an outfit online."

"With my credit card?" He asked and I nodded. "Where from?"

"From that one website we got the schoolgirl outfit from, I can't remember what it's called," I said. "But it's so cute, it's black and lace and sexy. It's supposed to arrive this afternoon."

"We should buy more cute things from there then," he said. "You wanna try out more roleplaying?"

I giggled and nodded.

"When we get home you can go and buy whatever you want," he said. "We can try out anything you'd like."

"Can I get some toys too?" I asked.

"You want new toys?" Frank asked.

"There were these cuffs I saw that I wanted, they had extra long chains and we don't have those," I said.

"Baby, you don't even need to ask," Frank said. "You can get whatever you want."

"I need new cat ears too, I got gum in my old ones," I said.

"How'd you do that?" He asked.

"I was wearing them but I tripped and they fell out of my hair and my gum fell out of my mouth too and got on my ears," I said. "I got most of it off but the hair is kinda ruined."

"Alright, order all the toys and lingerie you need or want, it's fine," Frank said. "Whatever you buy will be good for me too, whether it be sexy outfits for me to see you in or more toys to use on you."

I smiled, resting my head on his  shoulder. So far the bouncer hasn't come to get us so we couldn't leave yet. Music was playing but thankfully it wasn't too loud from where we were sitting.. His fingers ran through my hair gently as I watched some topless woman dance. People around us talked and laughed, not even seeming to notice us in the corner. The door opened and my eyes widened.

"My dad came in," I said.

Frank stood up just as he walked over and I hid behind him.

"Give me my son back," my dad said.

"He's happy," Frank said. "Just give us Patrick back and leave us be already."

"Come on, Gerard, let's go back home," my dad said.

"No," I denied. "I wanna stay with Frank, I love him."

"No you don't," my dad said.

I felt someone grab me from behind and I shrieked. Frank punched the man holding me quickly, helping me go free. Frank grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the building. He pushed me into the passenger seat of my dad's car before hopping into the drivers. It wasn't long before he hot wired it and sped off.

"You're stealing my dad's car?" I asked.

"He stole Patrick," Frank stated, looking over at me with a smirk.

I giggled as Frank sped off back home.