Last chapter!

I don't know what I did or what I said made you cry
I wish that I could take all of the pain from your eyes
Cause things just don't seem right
When you're not by my side
Best friends forever

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I was going through vacuuming the upstairs when I went into Jamia's room and smelled something odd. Underneath her bed I found a little baggy of weed. I took it and stormed downstairs to where Frank was playing with Bandit.

"Look what I just found in Jamia's room," I said, showing him the baggy.

"Oh sick, wanna smoke some?" He asked.

"Frank!" I exclaimed. "This is serious!"

"It's not that big of a deal, it's just some pot," he said. "It's fine. She's a great student and a great person."

"I know she is but this is an illegal substance in New Jersey," I said.

"Come on, you smoked a bit when you were a teen," he said.

"But this is Jamia we're talking about," I said.

"Well, she's at her creative writing club so if you want to talk to her when she gets back then you can do that," he said.

I frowned. "We need to talk to her together, we need to stay a united front in this."

"Gerard, she's a teenager who smokes a bit of pot every now and then," he said. "It isn't that big of a deal."

"She is in a house with our daughter," I said.

"We can tell her she can't smoke in the house," he said.

"Or smoke at all," I said. "What if she gets caught and we lose our fostering license? What if we get in trouble and go to jail and then Bandit gets put into the system?"

"Well, we've never smelled it before and we've never seen her high," he said.

I just shook my head and put the baggy in a drawer in the kitchen. Bandit cooed, slowly crawling over to me.

"How's my beautiful girl?" I asked.

She pulled on my pants leg and I picked her up.

"Gerard, sweetheart, I think you need to relax, everything is gonna be okay," Frank said.

He walked over, giving me a soft kiss. I nodded, taking a deep breath. He somehow always managed to calm me down.

"Now come on, let's go upstairs and put Lady B down for her nap," he said.

I nodded, carrying her upstairs while Frank followed. We put her in her crib and she immediately began to cry. I wanted to hold her and hug her but Frank pulled me out of the room.

"So, we're alone now," he said, kissing me neck.

"No, not now," I said. "I just ate lunch."

Frank sighed and nodded.

"Wait until tonight, I will make it worth your wild," I said.

"Yeah, how's that?" He asked.

"By shopping at a store that starts with Victoria and ends in Secret," I said.

"You didn't," he denied.

"Guess you'll just have to wait to find out," I said.

I smirked and walked downstairs when the door opened. Jamia smiled, setting down her backpack.

"We need to talk," I said.

She frowned in confusion and the three of us sat down on the sofas.

"We found your weed," I said.

Jamia's eyes widened and she began to cry.

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I wanted to try it but I didn't have the guts to, I have never smoked before. A-are you gonna kick me out?"

"No, we aren't kicking you out," I denied. "But you just have to be careful about this stuff. We can't have you smoking in the house with our daughter."

"I'll get rid of it, I don't really want it," she said.

"I'll take it," Frank said and I hit his arm. "Ow, what?"

"You're not smoking," I denied.

"I'll sell it back to the guy I got it from," she said. "I am so sorry."

I gave her a hug and she cried into my shoulder.

"It's okay," I whispered, rubbing her back. "We aren't angry with you, we just want what's best for you."

She pulled away, wiping her eyes. "No one has never said that to me before."

"Jamia, we're going to be here for you no matter what," I said.

She nodded and sniffled. "W-will you help me then?"

"With what?" I asked, worried that something might be wrong.

"I have a date tonight with a boy who is actually really decent," she said. "And I'm nervous and I don't know what to wear and how to do my hair or makeup."

"Well, this is Gerard's area of expertise," he said. "But I actually have a little bit of a surprise for you, Gerard, before you start helping her. I promise that it won't take long."

I frowned in confusion as he took my hand and led me downstairs to the basement. He handed me his notebook and I raised my eyebrows. It just said Parachutes on the front of the notebook.

"You finally named the album your working on?" I asked.

"No, I finally named the album I have completed," he said.

"No shit, are you serious?" I asked.

He nodded. "I already have a meeting with the same label I was on last time. They're really excited to see what I have."

"What if you get really big and go on tour and stuff?" I asked.

"It'll be okay, we've been through a lot and we can survive the distance," he said. "You will always be the love of my life and nothing could possibly take me away from my beautiful daughter."

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"I am so proud of you," I said. "You are so amazing and talented. I knew you could do it. I am so proud to be your boyfriend right now!"

He picked me up and spun me around while I giggled.

"You're so amazing," I said.

"I love you so much," he said, giving me a kiss.

"I love you too," I replied.

"Now go help Mia with her date," he said.

"I'm glad that she's found someone who is actually good for her," i said. "And it's a good thing that she seems to be over her little schoolgirl crush on you."

He nodded. "I'm glad that she's out of that home now and someplace better with us. She deserves to be with someone who treats her with the utmost respect."

I gave Frank one last kiss on the cheek before going back upstairs. Jamia and I went to her room and she opened her closet.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"He's taking me to a mini golf place," she said.

"Then you should wear a cute dress," I said.

"I don't know, I'm not much of a dress person," she said. "I don't really like my legs."

"Jamia, you are so beautiful that you don't even have to worry about any of that at all," I said. "You can wear pants if you want. It's a pretty casual thing so wear some nice jeans and maybe a cute blouse or something."

We picked out an outfit and I helped her with her makeup before a car pulled up. A decent looking boy got out and Frank and I opened the door.

"Hello, sir," he said. "And, um, sir. I am here to pick up your daughter."

That was the first time someone referred to Jamia as our daughter.

"If you do anything to break her heart you'll be answering to me," Frank said. "And let's just say I don't have the cleanest record."

I loved the way Frank was so protective of Jamia. It just made me imagine what he would be like to our daughter when she grew up. He would protect her no matter what.

"Yes, sir," he said.

Jamia came down and gave him a small wave. He even opened the car door for her before driving off.

"He seems great," I said.

"Yeah, he does," he said. "But I also told Jamia that if she wants to be picked up in a situation where she can't outright say it then to text me 'my shoelaces keep untying' and I would pick her up right away."

"That is very smart," I said. "I love it."

Bandit started crying and we went upstairs. She smiled when she saw us, waving her arms.

"Hello, my beautiful little princess," Frank said, picking her up.

We laid on the nursery floor together, playing happily. This was the life I had always dreamed of. A beautiful little girl and a just as beautiful boyfriend who is one day going to be my husband. My life couldn't possibly get any better than this.