"Cherry, beautiful, it's time for you to go to sleep," I cooed.

Cherry just kept screaming and crying whenever we put her down.

"Come on, babygirl, it's past your bedtime," Frank whispered.

The only way Cherry would stop screaming was when Frank held her to his chest. She quieted down, clutching onto Frank's shirt.

"Sweetheart," he sighed. "I love you so much and I love cuddling you but it's time to go to sleep because I am tired."

The second Frank pulled Cherry away she started screaming again. He sighed and laid down on the bed, letting Cherry lay on her chest. The two fell asleep and I chuckled.

"Aren't you just a little Daddy's girl," I muttered.

I picked her up and slowly put her into the playard with her sister. I curled up in the bed next to Frank, resting my head on his chest. I couldn't sleep, everytime I started to doze off I just imagine Frank Sr. crawling into bed and doing all sorts of sexual things to me.

Lights streamed in through the curtains. I had to get up to take care of the babies a couple times, thankfully they didn't wake up Frank. Frank stirred awake as I cuddled up to his side. He mumbled under his breath, half asleep as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Good morning," I whispered.

"Mm, morning," he muttered, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

I kissed the top of his head and smiled.

"I love you," I whispered.

Frank dozed off again for a little bit before seeming to wake up fully. We've been here for a couple weeks now and although it was nice I missed being home.

"Frankie," I sang quietly, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

He blinked a couple times and looked up at me as he smiled sleepily.

"H-how long have you been 'wake?" He mumbled.

"Not too long," I lied.

Frank yawned and sat up. He walked over to the playard and smiled.

"Man, they're so beautiful," he whispered.

Frank came over and gave me a kiss.

"You gonna go grab a shower?" He asked.

"Yeah, I wanna grab a shower before the babies are up and needing to eat," I said.

"Can I join you?" Frank asked.

I bit my lip as I thought about it before I shook my head. I got up and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I sniffled quietly, pulling off my clothes. I looked away from the mirror, turning on the shower. I cleaned myself up sadly as I looked down. I had been hoping that after my uterus stopped swelling and returned to its size then so would my stomach. But unfortunately it didn't work exactly like that and my stomach was still far too big for my liking.

I had never been that conscious of my figure before. Of course then I also had an in-Home gym to use whenever I wanted so I was small and slim and toned. I wore crop tops and short skirts and didn't mind how much I weighed. Of course, that was before I gained fifty pounds. Now it was just me and my ugly stomach and fat ass. Even Frank hasn't seen it, I didn't want him to.

I sniffled as I looked down at myself. Of course I loved my daughters and I was so grateful to be able to have them but I just wish it didn't have to come at the expense of my body. Dr. Colby said it would just take some time but that I've already been doing great. She thinks that if I just keep exercising a little bit daily then I could have my old body back in just a few weeks. She says it helps that in younger, my body will bounce back a lot easier.

"Hey, I was thinking that maybe now that the babies are able to go out we could go on a little walk," Frank said when I got out of the shower and went to the bedroom.

"Sounds fun," I said.

I dressed into a simple baby blue maxi dress and some sandals.

"You look adorable," he said, giving me a kiss.

I smiled and brushed my red hair with my brush.

"Gorgeous," he whispered, resting his hands on my hips from behind.

I smiled, giving him a kiss.

"Let me just do my makeup and then I'll be out," I said.

Frank nodded, taking the babies before he walked out. I went to the bathroom and did my makeup before heading to the living room. Frank got the stroller set up and we put them in. It was a special twin stroller and we were able to hook the car seats into it.

"It's nice out," Frank said when we walked out.

I smiled, holding his hand.

"Are you feeling better?" Frank asked. "Y-you know, about everything that happened with my dad. Because I know it can be terrifying and I can't even imagine what you're going through."

I shrugged softly, looking down.

"If you wanna talk to someone then you should," he said. "I started working again so I can pay for a therapy session if you want."

"That's okay, Frankie, our money should go to taking care of the girls," I said.

He nodded, kissing my cheek.

"But I can always be here to talk to if you want," he said. "Or my mom if you want to talk to a girl so maybe she'd understand better. I just want you to feel better and I know when you say you sleep well then you really don't because I can feel you tossing and turning all night."

I sniffled, looking at the little cracks in the sidewalk hoping that maybe the minor distraction will stop me from crying.

"He is a fucking disgusting human being and you don't deserve any of the pain that he brought," he said. "You are smart and beautiful and you deserve the whole world. And one day you're gonna be a big successful business person or maybe you wanna be a restaurant owner or maybe just a stay at home mom but whatever you choose you are going to be happy and healthy and living your life to the fullest."

I smiled softly and gave him a kiss.

"How is it that you always seem to know what to say?" I asked.

"Well, I'm gonna be a psychologist, after all," he said.

"And you're going to be an amazing one at that," I said.

Frank smiled and gave me a kiss.

"I love you so much," he said. "And I just printed off college applications too so I need to fill those out and start working on them. Are you gonna apply somewhere?"

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I think that I'm fine with not going to college, I can just stay home with my beautiful little girls. Maybe I'll go to community college so I can just have night classes so we would be able to take turns watching them easier."

"I think anything you choose will be the best choice," he said.

I smiled, leaning against him slightly as we walked.

"And then when you get your degree you can make some pretty good money and we'll buy a nice little house and there will be a pool and a swing set in the backyard and we're gonna have one—maybe two—more kids and they're gonna be so beautiful."

"That sounds perfect," he whispered.

"And I'll take care of the kids and cook and give you lots of kisses when you get home," I said. "But, you know, still be a feminist because I can be a feminist and be a stay at home mom at the same time. Just because I'm doing the cooking and cleaning doesn't mean I don't believe in female empowerment, I can still support women gaining power and earning rights without running for president or something big like that."

"Of course you can," he said. "And you will be the sweetest stay at home mom ever. We'll be the house all the neighborhood kids want to play at because we will have the super cool mom."

I giggled, giving him a hug.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Baby," he said, kissing the top of my head.

We walked down the sidewalk and I frowned softly.

"Frankie, when do you think your dad is gonna leave?" I asked.

"I don't know, I hope soon," he said. "My mom was considering moving to Wisconsin with him so that way he isn't anywhere near us and we don't have to worry about ourselves or the girls."

"She can't do that," I denied. "H-he's abusive, he's controlling and sexist and he hits her."

"He...he what?" Frank asked.

"You didn't know?" I asked. "Frank, he's abusive, Linda yelled at him while trying to defend me because Frank Sr. said it was my fault because I was being sexual just for feeding my kids and he hit her and it wasn't the first time and it won't be the last time either."

Frank's hands curled into a fist, his jaw clenched.

"That fucking asshole," he seethed. "I swear, I am going to fucking kill him."

He turned the stroller around in the direction of Linda's house and I stopped him.

"Frank, you are barely off the hook for getting arrested the first time," I said. "You cannot get in trouble again. You could go to jail for so much longer, you could get fifteen years."

"I'm gonna fucking kill him," he muttered. "I swear it, I'm gonna fucking murder him."

"And get thirty years to life?" I asked. "And miss your daughters' weddings and graduations and the birth of your grandchildren."

"But he deserves it," he said.

"And miss our lives together?" I asked. "Our daughters would grow up without a father just like you did."

He sighed quietly, wrapping his arms around me. He cried quietly and I ran my fingers through his hair.

"Frankie," I whispered.

"H-he hurt you and my mom," he whimpered. "He c-could've hurt my daughters."

"It's okay, Baby, I promise it's gonna be okay," I said. "We're gonna get him arrested and then he won't be able to touch us ever again."