I woke up to an empty bed but I didn't really mind. I just yawned, turning over as I pulled the blankets tighter around myself and tried to fall back asleep. That's when I noticed something that made me squeal in excitement. I looked in the mirror, fixing my hair as I wore my diaper and one of Frank's t-shirts.

I hopped downstairs to the meeting room and found Frank. He stopped talking when I walked in and I went over to give him a kiss.

"Guess what, daddy," I said and he looked at me curiously. "My diaper is dry."

"Oh, good boy," Frank said, kissing my cheek. "Why don't you go grab a cookie for yourself for being so good?"

I nodded, going out to the kitchen. I grabbed a cookie, going to sit on the couch as I turned on cartoons. I stayed like that for a while as I cuddled up under a blanket.

"Good morning, Gee," Sarah said, sitting beside me. "Do you wanna play a game or something?"

"Did daddy ask you to entertain me?" I asked.

"Yeah, he did," she admitted after a moment of silence. "Does that upset you?"

"No, he's just trying to take care of me," I said. "He knows I don't like it here all that much so he's just trying to make me feel better."

"He's pretty great," Sarah said.

"He's mine," I said sternly.

"I know, I'm not trying to make moves," she said with a small chuckle, holding to her hands.

"Good, I don't know what I'd do if I lost him too," I said quietly.

"You're not gonna lose him," Sarah said, holding my hand. "Why would you think that?"

"He's just busy again doing what he loves," I mumbled. "Wh-what if he doesn't wanna go back home again? I don't wanna stay here, I like it better at home."

"You know Frank won't stay here," she said. "I can tell although he loves working here he also would much rather be spending all his time with you. He loves you more than anything else in the world."

I smiled softly, resting my head on her shoulder when I heard footsteps.

"There's my baby," Frank said.

I giggled, hurrying over to hug him.

"Are you done working?" I asked.

"For a little bit, we're taking a lunch break," he said. "Come on, baby boy, let's go out."

I smiled as he held my hand and led me upstairs. I changed from the diaper and t-shirt to a pink t-shirt and a white skirt.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we got into Frank's car.

"There's this one café I thought you'd like," Frank said. "They have the best pies in the world there."

"Pie for lunch?" I asked hopefully.

Frank looked over at me as I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," he agreed. "But you already had a cookie for breakfast so for dinner you're eating nothing but broccoli and spinach."

I nodded in agreement as we pulled up to a small place. Frank bought an apple pie and soon enough we were sitting at a table with a pie and two forks as we dug in.

"What if my dad follows me here?" I asked.

"I had Pete search the perimeter and he wasn't at the house so he didn't see us leave," Frank said.

I nodded, taking a bite of the warm pie.

"Are you the boss again?" I asked. "You're bossing around Pete again."

"Only for a little bit," he said.

"You like being the boss," I said quietly.

"And I like being your daddy even more," Frank stated. "I would give up anything and everything just to be with you."

I giggled quietly, blushing as I looked at him.

"I would too with you," I said. "I gave up my family and friends but I've still never been happier. I love our house right on the beach and I love spending every moment with you."

"And me with you, you're my baby," he said.

I smiled happily as I took a bite. The two of us finished eating the pie before we headed outside. We sat on a bench in the park and he held my hand.

"Gee, can you be big for a little bit?" Frank asked seriously.

I frowned as I looked over at him.

"I-I'm not that far into little space right now," I said. "Only a little. What's wrong,"

"I just want to talk to you about something that I should've talked about with you awhile ago," he said. "I've talked about it with Pete and Patrick but I've avoided it with you."

I frowned in confusion as I squeezed his hand.

"I want to talk to you about what will happen when I die," Frank stated. "I already made Pete and Patrick promise they'd take care of you. But I just want you to know that everything will be okay even if I'm not there. You can stay with Patrick and Pete, you can go back home to your dad. But I don't want you dragging onto me, you should live life and fall in love again and get married and have fun."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

"My dad died at a young age," Frank said. "Well, not extremely young, he was about fifty. But that was still pretty young, I was just recently engaged and he was already hoping for grandkids. But he had a heart attack. My dad had some heart disease and it may be genetic but doctors aren't able to tell yet."

"Wh-what?" I squeaked.

"I just thought you should know," he said. "But I could live until a hundred. I mean, I eat pretty well, I exercise, I don't drink or do drugs much anymore and I'm trying to quit smoking."

"Your dad died at fifty," I said quietly. "You'll be fifty in only fifteen years."

Frank nodded, running his fingers through my hair.

"But what if I die first?" I asked.

"Baby boy, you're eighteen," he said. "You're young and healthy, you have a whole life ahead of you."

"But nothing's for sure?" I asked.

"No, they can't tell," he said. "They don't even know if it is genetic or not, apparently it's pretty rare."

"What if it was just your dad?" I asked. "What if he was just fat and stuff? No offense or anything."

Frank chuckled softly, pulling me onto his lap.

"My dad was always on the bigger side, which could've been a main cause of the heart attack," he said.

"Pete and Patrick know about this?" I asked.

"Yeah, they do," he said quietly.

"What about when you were shot?" I asked. "W-will that do anything?"

"Probably not, Dewees is a good surgeon," he said.

I nodded sadly, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I don't want you to have a heart attack," I said quietly.

"I don't want one either," he agreed.

The two of us sat like that for a little bit, neither of us saying anything.

"My tummy is starting to hurt," I said quietly.

"That's because you ate too many sweets, baby boy," Frank said with a small chuckle.

Just like that, all the seriousness and tension was gone. I was glad too, I had been trying my hardest not to cry at the thought of my daddy possibly dying.

"Let's get you home so you can have some tea and cuddle up watching tv," he said.

I nodded, holding his hand as we walked to his car. The two of us were pretty quiet but thankfully the air around us didn't seem as heavy as before. But there was still a sadness lingering in the air like a light fog.

"Will it be painful when you die?" I asked. "You know, if you die from a heart attack."

"Yeah, baby, it'll hurt," Frank said quietly and I whimpered. "But only for a little bit and then it'll be done, I won't be hurting for too long."

"I don't want you to be hurting at all," I said. "Isn't there treatment?"

Frank shook his head and I sniffled.

"I'm sorry, baby, I know it's a lot to take in," Frank said. "I've already had time to accept it, this is all new for you."

"How long have you known?" I asked.

Frank hesitated for a moment. "About ten years."

"Y-you never told me?" I whimpered.

"I was in denial about it myself for the longest time, baby," he said. "That's when I started cleaning up my act. I didn't wanna die because I knew there was something else for me out there and that something was you. And I was worried that maybe you'd freak out or something, I didn't wanna stress you out."

"I-I don't want you to die," I said quietly.

"Don't hang up on me when I do," Frank said. "I want you to live your life and have fun."

"Okay, daddy," I mumbled.

"I created a joint bank account with both our names so you'll have access to all my money," Frank said. "And I'll put your name on my will so that way you'll have the house and all my cars and everything I own."

My eyes watered and my lip quivered.

"I-I don't wanna talk about that," I said. "It's too real, too upsetting."

"Gee, I just want to make sure you're ready and prepared after I die," Frank said.

I shook my head, sobbing as I looked out the window.

"Nothing is set in stone," he said. "The gene might have passed me. And even if it didn't I could still live a long life."

"A long life with me?" I asked.

"Of course, a long life with you," he confirmed.

I bit my lip as I came up with a good idea. We got home and I hurried upstairs.

"I thought you had a stomach ache!" Frank called.

I giggled, looking through Frank's things. I grabbed one of his rings, which had a skull on it.

"What are you up to?" Frank asked.

"Meeting time again," Pete said as the two of us walked in.

"No, not yet," I pouted.

"Why are you acting so weird, baby boy?" Frank asked as he laughed, wrapping his arms around me.

Other people walked in and I giggled.

"Daddy, I love you so much," I said. "I love you more than anything else in the world. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life because you make me so happy."

I giggled as I dropped down to one knee and held up the ring as he smiled down at me.

"Will you marry me?" I asked.

Frank smiled and nodded and I jumped up to kiss him while people around us cheered. I wanted to be with Frank for the rest of my life.