Frank looked like he might explode as he looked at his father. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to calm him down.

"Baby, Baby," I whispered.

His dad stood up and Frank scowled, puffing out his chest as he stood in front me protectively.

"What the fucking are you doing just crawling your shitty ass back here seventeen years too late?" Frank asked.

"Frank," Linda whispered.

"No, mom, how can you just Fucking forgive him?" He asked. "He left you pregnant and alone. He should be arrested for doing what he did!"

"Not Everything is black and white," his dad said.

"You shut your Fucking mouth," Frank spat. "You left us alone. It's Fucking sexual assault to take off a condom without consent. You're Fucking disgusting."

"Come on, Baby, maybe we should just go upstairs," I said.

Frank shook his head.

"You fucking ditched us the second you found out you got her pregnant," Frank said. "How could you just fucking do that?"

I wrapped my arms around him from behind, running my fingers through his hair.

"Baby, come on, let's go upstairs," I said.

I tugged his hand and he reluctantly followed me up.

"You wanna go take a shower?" I asked.

Frank nodded and I pulled him into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Showers have always made him feel better when he was younger. I helped get both of us undressed and we got into the shower.

"Fucking asshole thinks he can just come back after everything he did," he muttered.

I rubbed his shoulders gently and he sighed.

"What does he think he's gonna do?" Frank asked. "Just come back here and think he's gonna be my dad or something?"

"Come on, Baby, just talk to him," I said. "You've always wanted to be able to talk to him."

"Yeah, I would want to punch him in the fucking face," he said. "He left us, he left my mom all alone. You know what, no, I don't wanna fucking shower."

I sighed as he stepped out. He got dressed and I quickly hurried out and we went downstairs.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Frank asked.

"I want to apologize and make up for what I did," his dad said.

"Where the fuck were you when we couldn't afford a new pair of shoes for school?" Frank asked. "Where were you when I wouldn't be allowed to eat lunch at school because we couldn't afford it? Where the fuck were you when kids at school made fun of me for not having a dad?"

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"You're fucking sorry?" He asked. "And that makes it okay?"

Frank ran a hand through his dark, long, wet hair. He was practically fuming.

"Frank, sweetheart, do you want some tea?" Linda asked.

"No I don't want fucking tea," Frank denied.

His mother looked hurt and he softened.

"I'm sorry, mom, I'm not mad at you," he said. "I'm just pissed at this fucking asshole."

I groaned as I sat down, my back and feet aching. Frank rubbed my shoulders gently and I sighed.

"You got a chick pregnant in high school too?" His dad asked.

"Yeah but I didn't dick off," Frank said.

"The due date is soon, isn't it?" He asked.

Frank just ignored him and Linda sighed.

"No, she's having twin girls so she's pretty big but she's only twenty-three weeks pregnant," Linda said.

I sighed, resting a hand on my stomach as Frank got me some tea.

"You're leaving soon?" Frank asked.

"No, honey, he's staying over for a few days," Linda said.

Frank shook his head and walked out the front door. I looked through the window and saw him pacing.

"I'm sorry about him," Linda said.

Although I didn't know him at all, I was taking Frank's side on this. He took off the condom without her permission. After that he just ditched the second he found out he was pregnant. If Frank had done that then I think I would have just hunted him down and beat him. How could he do this?

"He has a point," I mumbled.

The door opened again and I looked over as Frank walked back inside.

"You think you can just come back here and be my dad again?" Frank asked. "You're never going to be my fucking dad, you gave up that right the second you left the state."

He couldn't sit still, he just kept pacing around the room. He looked like he just wanted to sock his dad in the jaw.

"Frankie," I said. "Will you please make me a sandwich?"

Frank nodded, going to the fridge. Him having something to do seemed to help calm him a bit.

"You want mayonnaise?" He asked. "Wait, what kind of sandwich do you want?"

"Can I have turkey and cheese with lettuce, tomatoes and mayo?" I asked, knowing we wouldn't have all the ingredients.

"Uh, we don't have tomatoes," he said.

"I'm kind of just craving tomatoes," I said. "It's a pregnancy thing, Frank."

"Okay, I can go out and get you some, Baby," he said

Frank gave me a soft kiss before he left.

"Thank you, Gee," she said.

I sighed, feeling Cherry kick softly.

"You're actually staying here?" I asked.

"I am," Frank Sr. said. "I wanna try and make up for what I did. I shouldn't have left Linda like that."

"You shouldn't have taken off the condom without her fucking permission," I said.

"That language isn't very lady-like," he said.

I scowled but didn't say anything.

"Do you want anything, Frank?" Linda asked. "I can get some crackers or something."

"Yeah, that sounds good," he agreed.

Frank was only gone for twenty minutes before he was back. He made me a sandwich before sitting next to me. He was a little bit calmer now that he left for a little bit. I ate quietly and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Thank you, Baby," I said.

"Anything for you," he replied, kissing my cheek.

I smiled softly as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Frank, sweetheart, I think we should go take a nap," I said.

"A nap?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired and I just wanna cuddle with you," I said.

I finished eating and we went upstairs. I curled up in bed with him, groaning quietly.

"You okay?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, I am, my back is just sore," I said. "I've got, like, fifteen or twenty pounds just strapped to my stomach."

"You want a massage?" He asked.

"No," I mumbled.

"You want something else?" He asked, his lips brushing against my neck.

My breath stopped in my throat as my cheeks flushed red.

"Frank, Baby, your parents are downstairs," I said.

He shook his head.

"No, my mom is, he isn't my parent," he said.

Frank pressed his lips against me gently. The kiss was slow and sensual and passionate and I let out a soft moan. He held my hips, smirking as he moved down my body. He lifted up my dress and I could feel his hot breath on my inner thighs.

"Shit," I mumbled.

I felt his lips brush against my panties and I whimpered.

"Frank, Frank, w-wait," I said.

He pulled away, sitting up.

"Frank, not now," I said. "You're upset."

"Don't you want me to eat you out, Baby?" He asked, running his hands over my thighs.

"Frankie, Sweetheart, you're upset, I know it," I said.

Frank looked down, his eyes watering.

"H-how could he just come back like this?" He whimpered.

"Come here, Baby," I said, opening my arms.

Frank laid down, crying into my shoulder. I ran my fingers as he cried until we both fell asleep.

Linda shook Frank lightly, waking both of us up. Frank whined quietly and I smiled softly as his hand instinctively went down to rest on my stomach. I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"What?" Frank grumbled.

"Come on, we're gonna go out to eat with your father," she said.

"He's not my father," he mumbled sleepily, burying his face into the crook of my neck. "I'm not going."

"Come on, Frank," I said.

"No, I'm staying here," Frank stated. "There is no way in hell that I am just going to go out to dinner with that asshole."

"Come on, he's gonna take us somewhere fancy," Linda said.

"I don't care about him or his money," Frank said.

"It'll be fun, I promise," Linda said. "And you can order the most expensive thing on the menu."

Frank sniffled quietly and picked his head up.

"None of the vegetarian stuff is expensive anyways," he mumbled.

He looked pale and his eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Are you Okay, Sweetheart?" Linda asked.

"Please, mom, I-I don't want him here," Frank whimpered.

"Give him a chance, honey, I promise he really isn't bad," she said.

Frank shook his head, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. She kissed his forehead before standing up.

"You two don't have to go then," she said. "How do I look?"

She was wearing a simple black dress with black heels. Her makeup was done perfectly and her brown hair was curled.

"Really good," I said as Frank laid his head down on my shoulder again.

She smiled before walking out and I sighed as I ran my fingers through Frank's hair. I heard the front door open and close and I knew we were alone now.

"You wanna watch some tv, Baby?" I asked.

Frank shook his head.

"I just wanna snuggle with you," he mumbled.

I gave him a soft kiss and he kissed back desperately. I could taste the tears on his lips and I pulled away.

"Baby, Baby," I said softly. "We shouldn't do anything like that, you're a mess."

"Please, I just wanna forget," he begged. "Just for a little bit."

"How about we eat some ice cream and watch a movie," I suggested.

Frank shook his head, kissing along my neck.

"Frank, really, I don't think we should, not now," I said.

He pulled away, sniffling as he looked down.

"I don't want him around," Frank muttered. "And especially not when the babies come."

"Come here, Baby," I said.

Frank curled up with me, his hand laying on my stomach. He was quiet for a moment before gasping softly.

"I-I Just felt the baby kick," he said. "Holy shit."

I giggled as he sat up, placing both hands on my stomach. Lily kicked and frank laughed. His tears turning to tears of happiness as he grinned.

"Hi there," He cooed. "Which Baby is that?"

"That one is Lily," I said.

"Hi Lily," He cooed. "Hey, it's Daddy, I love you and i promise I'm gonna keep you safe forever."