Almost like you. Frank Morrison x reader (dbd)

Chapter 6

(Y/n)'s POV

I was thankful that Joey and Frank both came here to keep me company. I was still little freaked out because Eric was creeping around here earlier. But having them here brought me some comfort. I didn't want to see my parents right now because of what happened earlier. That made me little angry but I understand their worries. But I have changed for them and isn't that enough for them? I was better now, even if it didn't feel like it. Sometimes it feels like I wasn't myself anymore.

Joey was telling us some story from his work while Hope was still sleeping. She's going to be surprised when she wakes up and finds both of the teens here. I was sitting on the armchair while the two teens were sitting on the couch. They seemed to be relaxed around here and I was glad about that. I wouldn't want my guests to feel uncomfortable in my house. Joey was talking on and on about his things while Frank was little quieter than him.

I hear light footsteps approach Hope's closed door and I feel a smile sneak on my lips. Joey and Frank seem to notice too and we all turn to look at the door. It opens slowly as the little one comes out, rubbing her eyes while yawning. "Hi darling. Did you sleep well?" Hope only groans but when she looks at us a big smile makes its way on her lips. "Joey! Frank!" She yells as she runs over to the teens. "Hi H!" Joey says as the little girl sits between the teens. I smile at them, loving that they got along so well.

I get up from the armchair and stretch my back. I could see that Hope was super happy when the teens started to speak with her. I could see that Frank's eyes turned to look at me with a little smirk on his face. I give him a little smile as I walk over to the kitchen to make something to eat for all of us. "I'm going to make some food for us. Is chicken and rise okay?" I ask from them and they all seem to agree.

I start to make the food but while I was doing it I could sense that someone came behind me. I turn my head to see Frank there. "Where's Joey and Hope?" I ask from him with a smile. He shrugs his shoulders. "They went to her room to play. I came here to see if you need any help." He said calmly and I feel little happy of his offer to help. "Well if you want to help then sure. Would you like to do the salad?" I ask from him, making him give a little nod to me. "Sure." He says as he rolls the sleeves of his hoodie, his leather jacket was laying on the couch forgotten for now.

I walk over to the fridge to give him the ingredients he's going to need. "Be careful with the knife. I wouldn't want you to get hurt." I say to him but he only laughs it off. "Believe me. I know how to use it." He says as I give him a large kitchen knife. I laughed at his words, thinking nothing of it. I give him the chopping board. He starts to chop all the ingredients while I was cleaning around the stove. It was amazing how fast he was at that.

"Can I ask you something?" He suddenly says and I turn to look at him. I was curious so I didn't seem why it would be a bad thing to ask something. "Sure." I say to him while I stir the rice in the boiling hot water. "Did you always want to be a psychologist or was there something else you wanted to do?" He asked and I tilted my head, thinking about his question. "Well at first I really wanted to be a tattoo artist but my parents didn't want that for me. I loved to do art when I was younger but they wanted something else from me. I don't even know when I last drew something." I admit to him as I turn back to look at the food.

I hear him hum behind me, clearly thinking about something. "Why do you listen to them? I mean if that was something you wanted, why not just go for it?" He asked and I feel a sharp pain in my chest. "I'm willing to give up everything I like to do for Hope. My parents are going to try to take her away from me if I do something stupid again." I say to him, while turning to face him again. He seemed to be little surprised and I really don't know why I'm sharing this information with him, but he's easy to talk to.