Almost like you. Frank Morrison x reader (dbd)

Chapter 3

Frank's POV

Hope was talking on and on about different things while (Y/n) was getting ready. I usually don't like people who speak all the time but Hope was exception. She was adorable but not super sweetly adorable. Just the right amount adorable. She was giving me plushies to hold while she was doing imaginary cupcakes. I don't even remember if I was as innocent as she is. If I was, it would have to be long time ago. I hear (Y/n)'s bedroom door open and Hope immediately stops in her tracks.

(Y/n) appeared in the doorway and she looked amazing. She had this rock and roll styled clothes on. Black leather jacket with a white tank top underneath it and black ripped jeans. She also had little makeup on with dark lipstick. "Well how do I look?" She asks with a smile on her face. I couldn't get the words to leave my mouth as I feel my heart pick up speed. "You look good mommy!" Hope says with a smile on her face. I quickly nod in agreement.

"Thank you honey, you look good too!" She says with a smile and walks over to Hope. She gives her a little eskimo kiss with a smile. "Sarah should be here in five minutes, then you two can do whatever you wish." She says as she pets Hope's head. "Can we have ice cream too?" Hope asks, her eyes shining in excitement. (Y/n) thinks for a moment but then laughs. "Well if Frank says you can have some then it's okay. But only little. Your bedtime is still at 8 p.m." She says as she gets back up again with a smile.

Hope runs over to me and jumps next to me on the bed. "Please Frank! Pretty please!" She says with a big smile and puppy eyes. I smile at her and nod with a laugh. "Sure but little later." I say to her and she starts to celebrate. (Y/n) lets out a little laugh and starts to walk out of the room. "I should be back by midnight. You can have the couch if you want to sleep. The extra pillows and blankets are in the closet by the hall." (Y/n) says to me, looking at me with those pretty (e/c) eyes.

"Okay." I say to her. That was the only thing I could say. "But mommy, Joey sleeps there!" Hope whines and (Y/n) look her little surprised. "Honey, Joey isn't sleeping there tonight so Frank can sleep there." She tries to convince her daughter but Hope only shakes her head. "You always say that I should sleep in my own bed and the couch is Joey's bed." Hope says with will. I let out a little laugh at her words and I pet her head. "Joey doesn't mind if I sleep there tonight. He knows how to share." I say to her.

Hope thinks for a moment and then she nods. "Mommy says that sharing is caring." (Y/n) lets out a little sweet giggle. She walks out of the room, making the little girl follow right behind her. I get up and walk after them. Hope was following (Y/n) closely as she walks over to the kitchen counter. She takes her purse and then she heads over to the front door. She takes combat boots from the cupboard and puts them on. She turns to look at us with a little smile on her face. (Y/n) walks over to Hope and gives her a little hug. "Be nice to Frank. I love you." She says and the little girl smiles widely. "I love you too." (Y/n) gives her a little kiss on the forehead, making Hope let out a little giggle.

(Y/n) gets up and turns around but the little girl yelps loudly. "What about Frank? Aren't you going to give him a hug and a kiss?" I snap my eyes to look at the little girl in shock. I feel my cheeks catch fire at her words but (Y/n) only laughs. "No, I don't think Frank wants a hug and a kiss from me." She didn't seem to be faced about Hope's words. "You don't give them to Joey either." Hope says with a huff. I was relieved about that she didn't do that to Joey. "I see you two tomorrow." She says as she gets out of the apartment. I wave after her with Hope as she closes the door.

Hope turns to me with a little smile. "Can I be up little longer than 8 p.m.?" She asks and I shake my head. "We need to listen to your mother." I say to her and she groans at my words. I was wondering where her dad was or if he even was still around. I know it's little personal to as from (Y/n) but I was just curious about that. (Y/n) never told me about her family when we had meetings but she knows everything about Clive and me. To me it was little unfair that she knew so much about me but I knew so little about her.