Is Evan or Jamia older? How old are they?

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"What did you think of that house?" Frank asked.

"Well, it was nice, but, Frankie, it's too expensive," I said.

"We can take a loan from the bank," he said.

I whimpered quietly, shaking my head. Frank reached over to hold my hand, kissing my cheek.

"There's one other open house we have book," he said. "It'll be the cheapest one we've looked at."

I nodded as we drove off. This place was actually close to where Mikey lived, which was nice. The realtor was already there and I held Lily on my hip as we walked in.

The place was only a little bit bigger than our house right now. But this one had two bathrooms and three bedrooms. The kitchen and living room was a little bigger too.

"Look, we would even get our own ensuite bathroom," Frank said.

I sighed quietly as we walked into one of the bedrooms.

"And look, Lily, this would be your room," he said.

I looked at the room and sighed quietly.

"And the garage is a little bigger so both your art stuff and my music stuff can fit in there," he added.

My eyes watered and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'll give you a moment alone," The realtor said, walking out.

I set Lily down and Frank gave me a hug.

"Don't cry, baby," he whispered. "What's wrong?"

"I wish we could live here," I cried. "We can't, it's too expensive."

Oh god, I'd have to sleep with people again for money. And I couldn't even tell him that, he'd hate me.

"We can make it work," Frank said. "I'm getting a second job and I can sell some of my stuff. We can get a loan from the bank and we'll have some money from selling our old house."

I sniffled, burying my face into his shoulder.

"Everything's gonna be fine," he reassured. "We don't have to move if you really don't want to."

His fingers ran through my hair softly.

"I don't know," I whispered. "I'm just scared of not having enough money, especially for when the new baby comes, formula and diapers are so expensive."

"I'm getting another job, that'll help," he said. "And I have an interview for this one company in a few days and I think I'll get that job, which is pretty good money."

"A desk job?" I asked and he nodded. "Daddy, you can't have just a desk job. You're a musician, you have to be playing guitar onstage."

"It won't be fun but it'll support my family," he said.

This only made me feel worse. He was giving up everything he loved.

"I want you to be happy too, Frankie," I said. "You don't have to give everything up."

"It's okay," Frank said. "I'd do it for my family."

I shook my head. "I'd rather stay in our house than have everything ruined for you."

"We'll just think about it, okay?" He asked and I nodded. "Let's go out to eat and grab some lunch."

I nodded my head, picking up Lily, who was playing in the closet. We got the realtor's business card before leaving. We found a small, cheap restaurant and ordered some food.

"You don't have to keep worrying about money," he said. "Things will be okay soon."

I just kept thinking about how there were days I couldn't eat just so Lily could. How dirty men say such awful things as they pound into me.

"Is this baby a good idea?" I asked.

"Yes, this baby will be perfect," he said.

"Sometimes I'm not so sure," I muttered. "I wanted to wait before having another, this baby was an accident."

"Lily was an accident too but we still love her," Frank said.

I nodded, a small smile on my face. I do love Lily, even though we didn't plan for her.

"You don't have to worry," Frank said. "I'll take care of everything."

I smiled and nodded, holding his hand.

"And tonight after Lily goes to bed we can snuggle up in pajamas on the couch and eat ice cream and watch bad movies," he said.

I smiled, nodding my head. We finished lunch and headed back home. We were there for barely ten minutes when the doorbell rang.

"Hello?" I asked, opening the door.

Lily came over, trying to shut the door as she whined.

"I'm Evan Nestor, Jamia's brother," the man said. "We were just cleaning up her things and we found some things that probably belong to you."

He handed me some photos and I nodded, looking down at them.

"Who is it, baby?" Frank asked, walking up beside me.

"This is Evan, Jamia's brother," I said.

Frank looked at him, a smile spreading across his face.

"Your sister saved my life and my family," he said. "I'm so sorry."

Evan nodded and sighed. "We've been moving on, she died for a good cause. A lot more people would've been hurt if she hadn't stopped those freaks."

"I still feel like I need to make it up for you sometime," I said quietly. "Can you come over for dinner sometime?"

Evan smiled softly and nodded. "I'd like to get to know the family that my sister gave her life for."

We exchanged numbers and I shut the door after he left.

"I don't like him," Frank stated.

"What? Why not?" I asked.

"He's suspicious," he said.

"He's nice," I said. "I like him. And he's the brother of the woman who saved your life, at least give him a chance."

"Fine," Frank sighed. "But if I find something fishy about him then he's out, okay?"

I nodded my head, giving him a soft kiss.

"But he seems nice," I said. "And why would he kill his own sister?"

"Because those bunny people are sadistic," he said.

"Bunny!" Lily cheered.

Frank sighed, setting her down on the ground.

"I love you, baby, I just don't trust a lot of people," he said. "I want to keep you and my kids safe."

"I know you do and you are keeping us safe," I said. "Let's just have a peaceful dinner with him."

"Okay," Frank muttered.

I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"He's nice, Frank," I said.

"Yeah, well James was nice too and he tortured me," Frank stated.

I gave him a hug and he kissed the top of my head.

"Are you sure you don't wanna talk to someone?" I asked.

"Gerard," Frank warned.

I didn't say anything more, hugging him tight.

"Dada!" Lily exclaimed.

Frank bent down to pick her up, bringing her into our embrace. She smiled happily as we hugged her and gave her kisses.

"Just think, in just eight months we'll have another little angel like Lily," he said.

I smiled and nodded, kissing Lily's cheek.

"I guess I wouldn't mind having another kid," I said. "They'll be pretty close in age too so they'll get along easier."

"And I'll make sure of it myself that all of those bunny men are locked up or dead before the new baby's born," he said.

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

"But how are you going to do that?" I asked.

"I don't know but I'll find a way," he said.

"They're everywhere," I whispered.

I sniffled, pulling away from the embrace.

"I'm tired, I think I'm gonna go take a nap for a little bit," I said.

Frank nodded, kissing my forehead.

"Lily and I are gonna hang out here until she has to take her nap," he said. "Isn't that right, Lily? We're gonna have a little party. Gonna have a tea party and play dress up."

I smiled, giving both of them a kiss. I went back to the bedroom, snuggling up underneath the blankets. I noticed something beside me and frowned. When I moved the blanket aside, I found a bunny mask splattered with blood.

I screamed, falling off the bed. Frank came running in, Lily on his hip. He held my hand, pulling me from the room. He put Lily into her crib as she started crying.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he whispered, pulling me down onto the couch with him. "They aren't gonna hurt you. I won't let them touch you ever."

Frank got up and I followed him as he grabbed the mask and went out to the backyard.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Burning this fucking shit," he stated.

Frank dropped it onto the porch, going inside before coming back out with some matches and light fluid. He dowsed the mask, dropping a lit match onto it.

"They won't touch you," Frank muttered, wrapping his arms around me as we watched the mask burn. "I'll fucking burn them alive."

"It's cold," I whispered, burying my face into his chest as I shivered.

"Go inside, baby boy, i'll handle this," he said.

I sniffled, hugging him tighter. His fingers ran through my hair gently and I could feel the warmth of the fire on my back.

"Come on, get inside and warm up," he said. "You can make some hot chocolate and we can cuddle up on the couch and watch some movies."

I nodded, heading inside. I made two mugs of hot chocolate, topping it with whip cream. I looked out the window and saw Frank just staring at the fire, his fists clenched at his sides. I sighed, going out and turning on the hose, putting out the mostly burnt mask.

"What are you doing?" Frank asked.

"Come inside, please," I whispered.

I held his hand, pulling him into the house. I snuggled up under a blanket with him on the couch, handing him the hot chocolate as I turned on a movie. He just sort of stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched.

"Please, daddy," I begged. "You're scaring me."

Frank glanced over at me and relaxed.

"I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized.

"You've been different ever since you came back," I whispered.

"No I haven't," he denied.

I whimpered, looking down at me lap.

"Baby boy," he sighed, setting out mugs down on the coffee table. "I'm just worried is all."

"I know you are," I said. "You just worry me sometimes. I wish you would talk to me."

Frank didn't say anything, rubbing my back softly. I sniffled, resting my head on his shoulder. I don't think I really have the right to complain. I mean, how can someone go through all that and still come back normal?