Loaded Guns to Our Heads (frerard)

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning, immediately beginning to panic. Frankie always comes to wake me up as soon as he wakes up. But today he never came and it was nearly ten. Frankie is always in here by eight.

"Fuck," I muttered, jumping out of bed.

I ran to his room, throwing the door open to find it empty.

"Fuck," I cursed, looking around. "Frankie!"

My mind traveled to the worst places. I kept thinking about everyone I made enemies with, how much they would love to get their hands on Frankie to torture him in revenge for me.

I ran into the kitchen, finding Frank sitting at the counter, talking with Jamia. They looked at me, both their eyebrows raised. I let out a breath of relief, leaning against the door frame.

"Good morning," Frank said.

"Morning," I replied, catching my breath as I sat down beside him.

"What were you doing?" He asked.

"You didn't wake me up and I just got scared for you," I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, daddy," he said.

I nodded, looking over at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Not in little space, huh?" I guessed and he nodded. "Do you want to be?"

"No, I'm okay being big for now, just for a little bit," he said

"Alright, well, what does big you like to do?" I asked.

"Well, I've been waiting to eat breakfast with you," he said.

I smiled, watching Jamia cooking. She set down plates in front of us full of eggs and toast.

"Well, I have to work for a little bit, can you keep yourself entertained?" I asked.

He nodded and I took my plate with me into my office to read the files Brendon had given me. It was weird not having Frank attached to my hip 24/7, and I have to admit that I missed it. Frankie was definitely a clingy little but I surprisingly didn't mind. Normally I hate little boys who are hanging onto my side but Frankie was just so damn cute.

"Daddy!" Someone called.

The door opened and Frank stood there. He hugged Cleo to his chest and I could tell he was back in little space. He sat on my lap, cuddling against me as he smiled. I read over the paper, looking at all the information.

"What are you doing?" He asked curiously.

I covered the paper as he tried to look and he scowled.

"Daddy," he whined. "I wanna see too."

"Nuh uh, princess, this is for big boys," I denied.

"I'm a big boy," he said.

"Oh, you're a big boy?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, I guess if you're a big boy then you don't wanna go to the aquarium."

His eyes widened as he looked at me in panic.

"Because big boys don't like aquariums," I stated.

"No, daddy, I'm a little boy," he insisted. "I'm just a little baby boy."

I smiled, running my hand through his hair as I kissed his forehead.

"Good boy," I muttered. "Now, you go get dressed and we can go."

Frankie hurried out to get changed as I followed slowly. I got dressed into a pair of black slacks with a black button up, black and white tie, and black jacket. The door opened and Frank came in. He was wearing white denim shorts that were very short. He had a pastel purple sweater with white knee high socks and pastel purple converse. He had bought so many clothes to fill his walk in closet, and he had sweaters and shoes in just about every color to ever exist.