So far, I was not having fun being back here. We've been here for a week so far and it sucked. The first day wasn't so bad, Frank worked for a little bit and then I rode him until I was practically screaming. But now he works more and spends less time with me.

"Daddy," I whined.

"Baby boy, if you don't stop I'm going to put you into time out," Frank said.

"But I miss you," I said.

"I know," Frank sighed. "How about this, if you be good then we can have a picnic at dinner."

I nodded my head and he smiled, kissing my forehead.

"Go on now, I'll come get you later," Frank said.

I gave him a kiss and walked out. I bit my lip, going to the bedroom. I played with my blocks, trying to make the biggest tower I could.

Frank came up a few hours later and I gasped happily. I held his hand as he grabbed a blanket and a bag before we walked out to the front yard. We spread out the blanket and sat down as the summer sun shone over us.

"I've got peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, animal crackers, and strawberries," Frank said. "And I have some cookies that you can have only after you finished all your dinner."

I Smiled happily, giggling as I took out the animal crackers first. The two of us munched happily, laying on our backs as we looked up at the clouds. As we finished eating, we put stuff away but didn't go inside. We just laid together staring at the clouds until the sun started to set.

"I think you look so pretty," I whispered. "Sometimes I think about how you looked after you were shot. You were so weak and pale and fragile."

"And how do I look now?" Frank asked.

"You look more daddy," I said.

Frank chuckled as I crawled up and straddled his hips, holding his hands. I smiled, leaning down to give him a kiss.

"Fuck, baby, who's that?" Frank asked, picking himself up on his elbows.

I looked behind me and saw a car parked at the curb. It was black with tinted windows and all too familiar.

"It's my dad," I whispered.

Frank sat up and picked me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. I looked over Frank's shoulder as my dad's car sped away down the street.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Pete asked.

"Donald was outside," Frank stated. "Fucking spying on our picnic."

I hugged Frank tight as my lip quivered.

"I don't want them to take me away, I love you, I wanna stay here," I whimpered.

"Hey, i'm not gonna let them touch you," Frank whispered, kissing my cheek.

He set me down and I sniffled, holding his hand.

"Come on, let's get to bed, I'm sure you're tired," Frank said. "Pete, make sure to get an extra two onto security tonight."

Pete nodded as Frank held my hand and brought me upstairs. He helped me change into a pair of panties and a white onesie with pink polka dots and pink ruffles on the sleeves and around the thighs.

"Aren't you just the cutest little boy in the whole world," Frank cooed.

I smiled, grabbing my paci as I crawled into bed. Frank stripped down to his boxers, crawling in beside me. It didn't take long before I fell asleep in his arms.

I was having so much fun. Daddy and I were dancing and laughing. There was a sudden crash and I froze in fear. I looked around but didn't see anything or anyone in the completely bare white room.

"Daddy, what was that?" I asked.

I turned around to face him but he wasn't standing there. Frank was laying on the ground, blood seeping from his chest. I screamed, dropping to my knees.

"Daddy! Wake up!" I shrieked.

I shook him, sobbing as he didn't wake up. His eyes were open but dead, he wasn't breathing.

"Daddy, please, I need you," I cried. "Please, wake up, daddy, please!"

I screamed as I woke up to Frank shaking me.

"Baby, you had the nightmare again," he said softly. "It's okay, I'm right here, nothing's gonna happen to me."

I calmed down as I felt something wet on the bed. Dread washed over me when I realized what it was.

"I wet the bed!" I sobbed, burying my face into the pillow in humiliation.

"Baby, it's okay," Frank reassured.

I sniffled as he helped me to my feet and to the bathroom. I got undressed as he started the shower, stepping inside. Frank gave me a soft smile as he joined me.

"Oh, I peed on you too," I cried in embarrassment.

"Baby, it's okay, you had a nightmare, it's not your fault," he said. "Why do you keep having these nightmares. You've had them almost every night since we got here."

"Just scared," I said. "What if something bad happens to you again?"

"It won't," he promised. "I'm not going near any sort of danger, only helping with plans. The footmen are doing the work with Pete."

"Good, I don't want you going near anything dangerous," I said. "I just want you to get Patrick back so we can go back home."

"We're going to try and do that as soon as possible," he said.

I nodded, wrapping my arms around him. Frank held me close and I smiled. He was always so kind and caring, I loved him so much.

"Are you mad at me for wetting the bed?" I asked.

"No, of course not," Frank denied. "It isn't your fault and you're absolutely perfect. I don't care if you wet the bed every single night, I still love you all the same."

"You're the best daddy ever," I said.

"Damn right I am," Frank said and I giggled.

"I love you," I said.

Frank rubbed my back softly, kissing the top of my head.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are lately?" He asked.

"Daddy, you always say I'm beautiful," I said.

"Well, you're the most beautiful boy in the entire world," he stated.

I smiled, resting my head against his chest. Frank grabbed the soap, cleaning both of us off. We got out and dried ourselves off as I yawned. I watched him strip the bed of the sheets and throw them into the hamper.

"Where we gonna sleep now, daddy?" I asked.

Frank smiled, going to the closet where there was extra bedding. Frank made a little bed on the floor out of sheets and blankets and pillows and I giggled. He laid down and I smiled, straddling his hips. Frank trailed his hands along my skin slowly in the most comforting way.

"I love you," he whispered. "I must be the luckiest man to ever live if I have you."

I blushed, my hands trailing along his tattoos.

"I'm the luckiest boy in the world because I have you, daddy," I said. "You're always there to take care of me when I'm sad or scared. A-and I love you so much, daddy, I love you more than anything else in the world. I was so scared when you were hurt. I-I thought you were gonna die and I would have to go live out on the streets."

My eyes watered and lip quivered as he sat up, caressing my cheek gently.

"Hey, that's never gonna happen," Frank whispered. "Even if I'm dead I'll make sure someone is there to take care of you."

"I don't want you dead," I said. "What am I supposed to do without you?"

"You're supposed to move on and keep living and fall in love with someone who treats you well," he said.

I laid down, resting my head on his chest

"I love you more than anything else in the world," he said.

"More than the family business?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "I gave it all up so we could have a life together."

"It seems like you really like it," I said. "Like you've missed it."

"A little bit maybe but I love you more," he said. "I just like being in action again."

"Were you bored at our house?" I asked.

Oh no, was I too boring for him?

"Of course not," he denied. "It's absolutely perfect there, I'm just used to danger so it's a little odd."

"B-but you're still happy?" I asked nervously.

"Of course I'm happy," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm happy as long as I have you with me. You are the absolute most important thing in my life and I will love you 'til the day I die."

"And that won't be for years," I said "not until we're all old and wrinkly."

"And we'll be having hot old people sex too," he added.

"Ew, daddy!" I exclaimed, scrunching up my nose.

"What? You'll always be beautiful to me," he defended. "And I'll always want to be inside your pretty little ass, even when we're both old and wrinkly and sweaty."

I giggled, burying my face into the crook of his neck.

"But you'll get older before me," I said. "And you'll be old and wrinkly and I won't."

"Well then, guess you'll have to ride me," he stated. "The two of us together all old and wrinkly and taking viagra and complaining about aching hips."

"You really wanna grow old with me?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "There is nothing that sounds better to me. And we can be old and wrinkly and still go skinny dipping together."

I giggled, hugging him tight.

"I never want you to leave me," I whispered.

"I never will," Frank said.

I smiled, giving soft kisses to his neck. He laughed quietly, his hand rubbing my back softly.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, baby boy," Frank said.

I giggled happily, hugging him tight as the two of us fell asleep again.