I sighed when I woke up to Gee sitting on my stomach, knocking my forehead like he was knocking on a door.

"Frankie, Frankie, Evan wants you," he said.

I was hoping it was actually Evan but turns out by Evan he only meant my cell phone. There was a message from my mom telling me that she and my father were coming over for lunch today.

I got up, sitting Gee down in front of the tv with a bowl of cereal and Teletubbies while I went to shower. I got out and cleaned up all of Gee's toys, while Gee followed about two steps behind me to pull his toys out of the bin and set them on the floor.

"Gee," I sighed.

I washed the dishes, looking into my cabinets to see what I could find to make.

"Can you go get dressed?" I asked.

"You dress me," he said.

"I'm a little busy right now," I said.

I heard footsteps so I assumed he agreed as he went back to the bedroom while I started cooking. When he came back I smiled when I saw he was dressed in a big pink tutu, a white t-shirt, a pair of white thigh highs and a plastic toy tiara on his head.

"Adorable," I muttered, kissing his cheek.

The doorbell rang and Gee gasped happily.

"Mia?" He asked.

I shook my head, opening the door.

"Hi mom, hi dad," I said.

They stepped inside, both giving me hugs and kissing my cheek. Gee hid behind me in fear, clutching onto the back of my shirt.

"Guys, this is Gee, he's staying with me for a little bit," I said. "Gee, these are my parents."

My parents looked at me in confusion and I just sighed, shaking my head as I didn't want to tell this story again.

"Gee, say hi," I said.

Gee squeaked, his face pressed into my back.

"Well, I made lunch," I said.

Gee wouldn't let me move and I sighed as I picked him up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist. I stirred the food in the pot once more before serving it into four bowls around the table. I tried to set Gee down but he wouldn't and he had to sit on my lap instead.

"We are so proud of you for the record deal," my mom said.

"Your grandpa would be so proud too," my dad said.

"Thanks but I have a feeling we might get dropped," I said. "Things are kinda fucked up. Jamia quit and then Evan quit and because of that Evan and Matt are having second thoughts. If the label realizes that we're in shambles then they're going to drop us in a heartbeat."

Gee picked up a noodle between two fingers, looking at it in confusion.

"It's just a noodle, sweetheart, it won't hurt you," I said.

He held it up, looking at it in the light while my parents watched him in confusion.

"Eat it, Gee," I said.

Gee shook his head, pushing it away.

"It's just spaghetti," I said.

Gee whined and dumped his bowl onto the ground before hurrying back to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "He's sweet but sometimes I feel like he's in his terrible twenties."

"Who is he?" My mom asked as I cleaned up the mess.

"He is a kidnapping victim," I said. "I found him in the woods and he's been kidnapped for nineteen years and now I've sort of volunteered to keep Gee with me until they find his family and is sent back to live with them. He's usually sweeter than this, I think he's just scared of you two."

"How long has he been here?" My dad asked.

"Um, about a month now, month and a half," I said.

We ate quickly before we moved over to sit in the living room. I sighed as I picked up Gee's toys, tossing them into the bin.

"Sorry for the mess," I said. "I'm not sure why but Gee likes all of his toys out in the open on the floor."

I sat down and looked at them.

"So, why did you two want to come over for lunch?" I asked.

My mom sighed as she looked at her dad.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Your father and I are getting a divorce," my mom said quietly.

"A-a divorce?" I asked. "You've been married for almost thirty years."

Gee walked in, sitting in my lap as he snuggled up against me.

"Tummy rumbles, Frankie," he said.

I sighed, going to the kitchen to make him some ramen.

"You can't just get divorced after thirty years of marriage," I said.

I gave Gee his food and he sat at the table while I went back to the couch.

"We just don't love each other anymore, Frank," my mom said. "These things just happen sometimes. But we still love you just the same."

"I'm not five," I mumbled.

Of course I wasn't five but it still hurt. I mean, my parents splitting after years and years of being in love?

"We know you aren't but it can still be upsetting either way," my dad said. "Don't worry, we will still be civil, not like how some divorced couples want to murder each other. We thought we should tell you in person that we're filing the papers today."

I scowled softly and Gee came over to sit on my lap.

"You sad," he mumbled. "Don't be sads."

I smiled down at him softly, running my fingers through his hair. Gee wrapped his arms around me, snuggling against me.

"Was there an affair or something?" I asked.

"No," my mom said. "We just don't love each other the same way that we did thirty-five years ago when we first met. There was no affair, it wasn't until after you moved out that we really sort of realized that we didn't really love each other anymore, we just loved you. And when you were gone we realized we were only together still because of you, our love for you made us not even notice that we didn't love each other anymore."

I looked down, my eyes watering. Gee started crying all of the sudden and I looked at him in shock.

"Why are you crying?" I asked.

"B-Because you're crying!" Gee sobbed.

I rubbed his back gently as I blinked back my tears.

"Don't cry," I mumbled, kissing the top of his head.

"Don't be sad, Frankie," Gee said as we sat on the couch. "D-do you wanna play with Sebastian?"

Gee handed me Sebastian and I smiled softly as I looked down at the little lamb stuffie.

"I think I'm okay, Gee," I said.

"I don't like to see you so sads, it makes me sads and I don't like being sads," he whimpered.

I kissed his cheek, a soft smile on my face.

"Did you finish eating your soup?" I asked.

Gee nodded. "It's in my tummy now. It having tummy time."

I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.

"It's naptime, Gee," I said. "Go to the bedroom and go to sleep."

"Cuddle me," he said.

"I'll cuddle with you later," I replied.

Gee pouted at me before he got up and went back to the bedroom.

"And no sleeping in your tiara!" I called.

There was a loud whine of complaint before the bedroom door shut.

"I'm sorry, he can be a handful sometimes," I said.

"How old is he?" My dad asked.

"He's twenty," I replied. "He's really sweet. He's staying with me just until they can find his family and bring him home again. I was the one who found him after his captor left him alone in the woods to die."

"Well, I think it's very sweet for you to take him in and care for him," my mom said.

"And you should talk to the guys, try and fix everything so you don't get dropped be the label," my dad said.

I nodded my head as they stood up.

"We should get going now, we just wanted to tell you this in person," my mom said.

I nodded, giving them both hugs before they left. I went back to the bedroom and I smiled softly when I saw Gee in bed asleep, spread out over the entire mattress. I curled up with him, wrapping my arms around him as I pulled him close to me. Gee turned over in my arms, smiling sleepily.

"Cuddle me, Daddy," he mumbled.

I looked down at him in shock but within seconds he had fallen asleep again. I kissed his forehead, closing my eyes as I cuddled up with him. Gee nuzzled against me, a small line of drool falling from his mouth onto my shirt.

An hour later Gee was awake and he smiled up at me. He wrapped his arms around my neck, letting out sleepy whines and protests of being awake sooner than he wanted. I rubbed his back gently, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Good afternoon," I mumbled. "Did you have a nice nap, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Daddy," He said. "Still feel tired though, I don't wanna get out of bed for ten twice years."

I chuckled, getting up and going to the bathroom. I could hear Gee whining outside the door, complaining about how he wanted to cuddle with me. As soon as I opened the door he held his hands up and I sighed as I lifted him up.

"Hey, Baby Boy," I said.

Gee giggled happily and I walked into the living room. Gee frowned, moving down from me to tip his bin over and spill all his toys out on the ground.

"Gee," I sighed. "Leave the toys in the bin, it's messy when they're scattered on the ground."

Gee just ignored me as he sat down and put the wicker basket over his head. He just sat there on the floor, the bucket turned over his head.

"You're so weird," I muttered.

I turned on the tv, reaching over to pat the basket as he giggled.

"Daddy, I'm a basket princess," He said.

"Yes you are," I said.

Gee giggled happily, jumping up to cuddle on my lap, discarding the basket so he could muzzle against me.