FUCKING DUKE LOST AND MY BRACKET IS RUINED

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I hardly slept that night and I was already packed up and ready to go when Linda got there. Etta and Mikey gave me hugs and I sniffled. I got the kids into the car and sighed as I sat in the backseat. I didn't look at Frank Sr. when I got in and instead just kept my head down.

We got to the station and Linda helped me with the babies as we hurried in. Frank was sitting in a cell on a bench with two other bigger, older men. He rushed to the bars, a grin on his face.

"Oh my god, you're okay," he sighed. "I love you so much."

I held his hand through the bars, crying quietly as Frank Sr. talked with the officers.

"Frank, y-you could go to jail," I whispered. "Like, for a really long time."

He gave me a kiss through the bars and I sniffled.

"The babies are here?" He asked nervously.

"We had no other choice but to bring them," I said.

"I wanna see 'em," he said.

I picked up both my daughters and he smiled.

"Hello, beautifuls," He cooed. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you last night, I love you so much."

He reached out to touch them but I pulled them back.

"Sorry But you've been here all night and you're probably all germy," I said. "The babies shouldn't even really be out for a couple of weeks."

"It's okay, I understand, I don't want them getting sick," he said.

Frank sniffled quietly, looking down.

"I-I'm sorry for getting mad," he whispered. "I should have reacted the way I did. I-I was fucking pissed at my dad and I just went at him in hopes that he would just leave because I didn't want him near you or my babies. I should've just stayed calm and been there for you instead."

I put Cherry and Lily back into their seats.

"It's okay, Frankie, you were trying to protect me and our daughters by getting him away," I said. "It wasn't very smart, I'll admit, but you were trying to keep us safe."

Frank smiled and gave me a kiss.

"But this is bad, Frank, this is really, really bad," I said. "If it goes bad then you can get up to ten years in jail because of the amount of damage you did and for assaulting him."

"Ten years?" He asked. "Shit, I was hoping maybe a year and then I could get out in a few months on good behavior."

"Frank, you wrecked a seventy thousand dollar car, you caused thousands of dollars worth of damage," I said.

He cried quietly and I reached through the bars to gently wipe away his tears with my thumbs.

"Gee, I-I can't go to jail," he whispered. "I'm only seventeen."

"Alright, you're free to go," the officer said, letting Frank out.

"I'm gonna go put the babies in the car, it's germy here," I said.

I went outside and sighed as I sat down. The rest spent some time there before we were soon being dropped off at Frank's grandpa's house. Linda had packed us some things and helped bring everything inside.

"Alright, you two will get the bedroom down the hall," his grandpa said. "You can set up your playard there too."

"Thank you," Frank said, giving him a hug.

"Now, I can't believe you got arrested," he said.

"I was actually gonna go grab a shower," Frank said, clearly just trying to get out of this conversation. "And then I am going to give my little girls big kisses."

He left the room and I sighed as I sat down on the couch.

"Man, I knew I should've sent that boy to military school," Frank's grandpa muttered.

"He only got arrested once, he was trying to protect me and the babies," I said.

"No, I wasn't talking about sweet little Frank, I was talking about my son," he said. "That boy has been trouble since he could walk. You should get him arrested."

"I don't have evidence," I said quietly.

"I'm going to find a way," he said. "He was a shitty son and a shitty father, there's no reason that your daughters should also have to grow up without a father because of him."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

"Can I get you something?" He asked. "Anything you want for lunch? I remember that after Frank was born Linda just binged on a bunch of foods that she couldn't eat while she was pregnant."

"Can we order pizza?" I asked. "From that one diner down the street with the really gooey cheese. I couldn't eat it while pregnant because it was too greasy."

"Of course, I'll go order it and I'll need to pick it up, they don't deliver," he said.

He left the room and I went back to the bedroom. I set up the playard and sighed quietly. I sat down on the bed and waited until Frank came in, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist.

"Nice shower?" I asked.

"God yes," he muttered.

He gave me a soft kiss before getting dressed.

"Your grandpa is getting pizza," I said.

He smiled, grabbing the girls.

"God, we shouldn't have to be kicked out, that fucking dick should," Frank said.

I sighed, taking Cherry.

"We can't get him upset, we don't want him pressing charges," I said. "I don't wait ten years of conjugal visits."

"I heard they actually weren't too bad," he said. "I mean, tv, private apartment, board games, spending time with you and my little girls like a real family. The only difference is the security and strip searches."

"That's not funny, Frank," I said.

"I know, I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I don't want that, I really don't. I want to be with you and I want to be a big, happy family."

"Big?" I asked. "How many more kids are you planning on having?"

Frank shrugged. "I don't know, maybe just, like, one or two kids."

I sniffled, looking down at Cherry.

"They're gonna grow up in this awful world," I mumbled. "There's a one in six chance of being raped and we have two daughters. That means that each of them have a one in three chance of being raped."

"I don't think that's how statistics work," he said.

"My guess is that it'll only get worse and they'll only have a higher chance," I said.

"Baby don't say that," he whimpered. "My little princesses are gonna be happy and healthy for their whole lives. We'll just go live on a mountain all alone where no one bad can touch them."

I sniffled, wiping my eyes.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened?" He asked.

I shrugged and Frank took the kids, putting them down for a nap. He sat beside me and held both my hands.

"Baby, you wanna talk?" He asked. "It might make you feel better."

"I-I was trying to sleep," I whimpered. "And then he crawled into bed with me and I thought it was you and h-he had a bulge and I thought it was you and I kept telling you to stop but then I saw it wasn't you, it was your dad and he s-started touching me and someone called him to tell him he was gonna pick him up. I-I thought he would leave but he just stuck h-his hand down his pants and..."

I trailed off, whimpering softly. Frank held me in his arms, running his fingers through my hair.

"H-he told me that he was gonna come back," I whispered. "He d-didn't wanna stop, if you didn't come back then he was g-gonna come back and rape me."

"Baby, I'm so sorry," he mumbled. "I shouldn't have trusted him, I'm so fucking dumb."

"I-it's not your fault," I mumbled. "It's mine."

"No, Baby, no," he denied. "None of this is your fault. I don't want you to ever believe that it is your fault. This is all him, none of it is you."

"I-I don't want you to go to prison," I cried. "Please, Frank, you can't be charged and arrested. You can't fucking go to jail. I can't be alone raising two of your kids."

"Baby," he said. "If I do get arrested then I don't want you to wait for me. You should move on and go be with someone else who makes you happy and who can actually be there with you."

"I can't do that, Frank," I said. "I love you and only you. I promised to you and I want to marry you one day."

I played with the ring on my finger as I cried quietly. He wrapped his arms around me.

"Baby, please don't cry," he whispered. "It's gonna be okay, we're gonna be okay."

I sniffled, nodding sadly.

"Come on, you wanna take a nap before the food gets here?" He asked.

"I-I just wanna cuddle," I said.

Frank smiled and we curled up in the bed together, which was thankfully bigger than Frank's bed. He ran his fingers through my hair and I laid my head on his shoulder. He held me close, softly humming an unfamiliar song.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I mumbled.

I closed my eyes, taking a few deep breaths. We were both quietly until Cherry started crying. Frank got up to check on her and I looked over.

"She okay?" I asked.

"Hungry," he said.

I sat up and Frank handed her to me. Cherry ate, her fussing quickly stopping. Frank smiled, giving me a soft kiss.

"What are you staring at me like that for?" I asked. "Please tell me you don't have a weird fetish for breastfeeding because I am just telling you now that I barely have enough for two daughters so I am not breastfeeding you too."

"No, it's not that," he said. "I just think you're an amazing mom."

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"But that's actually a thing?" Frank asked.

"Yeah, it is," I said. "People really have a fetish for breastfeeding and a lot of times girls will breast feed their partners and I'm just telling you now that I'm not gonna do that for you."

"Well, I never asked," he said. "Although, I wouldn't mind trying other things, maybe a little blindfold."

"Not now," I said. "N-not for a while."

"That's okay, we can wait as long as you want," he said.

I smiled, leaning closer to him as Frank wrapped an arm around me, holding me close.