I wrote this for me (so it mentions curls and coils) but I’m posting it just in case anyone else needs this.
(I just love the way his eyebrows move here…leave me alone lol)
“You’re quiet today,” Frankie said as he sat beside you on the bed.
“Am I?” You knew you were but this was your way of avoiding the issue.
“Pumpkin…,” he scolded gently before smoothing back your curls. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t wanna say,” you said, lying down on your back and staring at the ceiling, your curls and coils fanning out around your head. Frankie joined you, sitting up on his elbow so he can look down at you.
“Why not?” He played with your hair, watching the curls bounce right back into place after he pulled on them carefully.
“It’s stupid. I’m stupid…”
“Hey, what did I say about that, hm? We don’t talk that way about ourselves, remember?” He sighed as you nodded silently then he kissed your cheek. “You know what I think you need?” He grabbed the comforter and grinned.
“Frankie…no…don’t…” You tried to pout but a small smile appeared on your face instead.
Summary: Frankie was always the one who got away but when you learn that he’s retired from the army and has moved back home. Your life falls apart.
Relationships: Reader x Original ‘Male’ Character, Reader x Frankie Morales
Warnings: Like A03, I chose to give none. 18+
Your husband wasn’t a cruel man. But as time had gone on you’d come to learn he wasn’t a good one either.
Your life revolved around him. His wants and needs and never your own. But he supplied you with a safe, comfortable life and that’s all you could have really hoped for. You’d loved him once and you were sure he had to but as the years had passed childlessly, your once blossoming romance had fizzled into something sour. You knew he resented you for not giving him a child. Blamed you for it and you blamed yourself to a degree but as the months blended into years, you found you blamed yourself less and came to terms with the fact that your having kids wasn’t meant to be.
You’d imagined your life differently as a younger woman. You’d imagined it with a different man if you were being honest with yourself. You thought you’d met the one as a teenager but, like most childhood sweethearts, he got away. Francisco Morales. The man of your dreams had shipped out to the army as soon as he’d graduated and your relationship had lasted another year after that before you’d called it quits and broken the man’s heart. Something you’d regretted to this day and had never imagined you’d see him again. How wrong you’d turn out to be.
“Did you hear the news?” Your best friend Sally asked as the two of you browsed through the sale rail of your favourite clothing store.
Your obvious look of confusion was all the answer she needed to know that you were oblivious to the latest gossip to spread around town.
“Morales moved back.” She elaborated and your breath caught in your throat “Retired from the forces and decided to kick out the tenants renting his folk’s old place and moved in himself.” She finished, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled out a sweater she liked the look of.
“Oh.” Was your reply, suddenly completely disinterested in shopping anymore.
“Think you’ll see him?” She asked and this grabbed your full attention.
“Why would I see him?” You questioned, eliciting a snigger from your friend.
“We all know you never go over him.” She stated and you felt your heart start to race and your cheeks grow hot “Thought you’d be all over, seeing him.”
“I’m married, Sally.” You warned and she scoffed.
“Yeah to a man that barely looks at you and who’s definitely shagging his assistant.” She grumbled and you felt a sting at her last statement.
“You don’t know that.” You choke and her demeanour changed upon hearing the crack in your voice.
“I’m sorry babe.” She started as she threw a hand around your shoulder “I shouldn’t have said that but you deserve better than the life you have.”
“I’m fine.” You replied with a shrug “He keeps a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my belly. What more can I ask for?”
“Happiness?” She shrieks “Love, passion, excitement… to name a few. He’s an asshole and you need to leave him.”
“It’s not that easy Sally.” You snapped “Where would I go? I have no job, no money.”
“Your divorce would sort that out.”
“Sally-”
“You can’t keep living like this.” She interrupted, taking your hand in hers and boring into you with her serious gaze “Waiting to die or for him to leave you.”
“This is my life now.” You said, your tone defeated and your heart heavy “I’ve made my bed.”
Sally decided it was futile to argue any further. You weren’t going to accept that you deserved better and she was tired of trying to convince you of the fact. So you finished off your shopping trip and turned down her invites for drinks that evening at your once favourite watering hole.
No way Joe would let you go.
Despite having little interest in sharing any sort of physical relationship with you he hated the idea of you having a social life outside of him. So going out for drinks with your girlfriends was not something you were able to attend anymore. You were limited to shopping trips and coffee. How dull your life had become.
Walking through your front door and placing your sparse shopping bags down on the polished marble floor, you announced your arrival as you toed off your shoes and hung up your coat. Not expecting the arms that wrapped around your middle and or the lips that found your neck.
He did this sometimes. Showed a fleeting interest in you and you took what you could get. For all his faults he wasn’t a selfish lover.
He turned you in his arms and dropped to his knees before he pushed your underwear to one side and placed a teasing lick on your clit. You felt a jolt of pleasure surge through you and the moan that slipped past your lips was all the invitation your husband needed to continue. Credit where credit was due, he knew how to fuck with his tongue and it didn’t take him long to have you cumming. Your legs then gave out and you were in his arms as he threw you down on the couch and pulled out his throbbing erection for the confines of his slacks. His lips returned to your neck as he lowered himself between your open legs and once again pushed your underwear to the side. Your eyes locked for a moment and you thought you saw a flicker of love in his eyes. Something you’d not seen for what felt like an eternity but then he was pushing inside of you and you weren’t able to keep your eyes open then.
Sex with Joe was always good. Whether you wanted to admit it or not your husband could fuck but these sparse sessions only hurt more. You missed the way he used to worship the ground you walked on. How he’d not be able to get enough of you but then again, you were trying to get pregnant back then. This was now him looking for a release and that’s all you were to him now.
A release.
He fucked into you expertly and you were cumming again in no time at all, moaning loudly as he continued his assault on that spongy spot inside of you that had your toes curling. He hooked one of your legs around his waist and the new angle started to stir another orgasm down in your loins. It took half a dozen more thrusts for the two of you to cum together and leaving you a sated mess on your couch.
“What was that for?” You asked between laboured breaths and Joe shrugged before slipping out of you and pulling his slacks back up again.
“I’ve got to go away for work for a few days.” He stated simply “Should be back by Wednesday.”
“Oh.” You replied as you manoeuvred into a sitting position “Short notice.”
“Tell me about it.” He grumbled before grabbing the suitcase situated by the couch that you’d not noticed before “I’ll call you tomorrow.” He said, pecking your lips.
“You’re leaving now?” You asked as you followed him out to the lobby and watched as he slipped on some shoes and grabbed his keys.
“Need to or I’ll miss my flight.”
“Well, safe trip.” You said, receiving one last kiss before he disappeared out of the door and left you standing in the lobby.
You weren’t sure how long passed before you slipped out your phone and dialled the number at the top of your caller list.
“Sally.” You said simply as you let out a shaky breath “Count me in for tonight.”
…
“I’m so happy you’re here.” Squealed Sophia as she pulled you into a tight hug “What changed your mind?”
“Husband’s fucked off on a work trip.” You said as you downed another apple sour shot “So I thought I would spend my evening seeing my girls.” You finished as you woo'ed with your friends.
“It’s been too long.” Said Lacey as she placed a tray of drinks down on the table and handed you your triple gin and tonic.
“That it has.” You agreed as you took a sip of your drink.
…
Frankie hadn’t been in the mood for drinks but Benny was determined. So that’s how he’d found himself sitting in a bar he’d only ever walked past as a teenager. What made the situation worse was that he was designated drive which meant not even the buzz of alcohol was a possible distraction.
His reason for being in such a foul mood was the information he’d learned upon moving back. He’d only been back a few weeks but when at the supermarket the previous afternoon he’d bumped into your school best friend and he’d learned through her that you were married. He wasn’t sure why he was upset about it. You’d dumped him at the first sign of trouble but there had been a small part of him that had held out hope that there was still a chance for you both.
“Come on Fish.” Ben groaned “You need to cheer the fuck up dude.”
“Ben.” His older brother warned but Benny waved him off.
“I don’t know what’s got your knickers all knotted up but we’re out dude. We’re free from all that shit now.”
“I’m fine,” Frankie grumbled, his eyes drifting to a rowdy table across the bar.
He realised quickly that he knew the girls, they’d all been in your year at school and he was fairly sure that you were friends with them. Ho noted Sally, the one who’d told him just yesterday about your marital status and Sophia who’d been attached to your hip once. Movement in the corner of his eye then grabbed his attention and that’s when he saw you with a tray of drinks in hand. You were just as beautiful as the day he’d kissed you goodbye in the airport when he was 19. More so if that was even possible.
“She’s hot.” Ben teased, dragging the older man from his thoughts.
“She’s my ex.” Frankie grumbled, his attention returning to the one beer of the night he was able to drink.
“Shit, really?” Benny exclaimed and Frankie nodded “She’s smoking Fish., Is she single?”
“No.” He replied simply, his tone grabbing Will’s attention “She’d married.”
“Sound a little sour about that Catfish?” Will questioned, “Something still there?”
“She broke my heart twenty years ago.” He growled, “Nothing there Will.”
“Well, you got me convinced.” Benny snorted and Frankie felt his temper growing even shorter.
“Believe what you want.” He snapped as he pushed himself to his feet “I need a piss.”
He stormed off, leaving two amused Miller brothers in his wake. He hated how seeing you had stirred up all those feelings he’d thought he had buried all those years ago. He went to the bathroom, took a breather and left a few minutes later, only to collide with a soft body.
“Shit, I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He said as shook his head and turned to look at the innocent person he’d just barged into.
“Frankie?” You questioned and his eyes grew wide as your name fell from his lips “Shit.” You said as you let out a shocked breath “Wow, how are you? You look… You look good.”
“You too.” He replied and he swore he saw you blush.
“How are you?” You asked again and he shrugged.
“Good as can be expected.” He replied and you nodded.
“I hear you’re married.” He said and your stomach twisted “Congrats.”
“We’ve been married a few years now.” You said, your face dropped “Nothing to congratulate.”
“You happy?” He asked and you were rendered speechless.
You’d never been able to lie to this man and twenty years on that was still that case. So all you could do was shrug and Frankie couldn’t help but frown at that.
“Looks like my party has made some new friends.” You said as your eyes drifted to your table, Frankie’s eyes following yours.
“Those would be my friends.” He sighed as he scraped a hand over his face.
“Guess we should make sure they’re not getting into trouble.”
“Sure.”
“Chica, look at these two dreamboats we met.” Screeched Sally as you made your way over to the table “This is Will and Benny… They’re brothers and -”
“Complete trouble.” Interrupted Frankie as he came to stop beside you.
“Francisco Morales… Fancy seeing you here.” Said Sally as she pulled him into a sideways hug “You know these two.”
“Sadly.” He replied with a smirk and Benny gave him the finger as your friends chuckled.
You all stayed together then. The girls cooed over the boys and you sat there awkwardly with Frankie as you watched. The conversation got more and more personal as more drink was consumed and you were glad you were drunk when you and Frank became the subject matters’.
“So Francisco.” Sally started as she sipped on her cocktail “No wife and kids to speak of?”
“Nope.” He replied, popping the 'p’ before sipping his soda.
“Don’t get him wrong.” Benny started and Frankie instantly cringed “This guy is the pussy king!” He gushed and you felt sick.
Of course, there had been others since you. It wasn’t like you were it for him and he was to remain alone for the rest of his life but to hear it out loud still stung.
“Shared a bunk with him for years and some of the women he managed to sneak back…”
“How’s married life?” Will asked, changing the subject when he noted both yours and Frankie’s uncomfortable demeanours “No kids?”
Your shoulders sank and your face dropped. Sally noticed it straight away and went to speak but you beat her to the punch, the alcohol giving you a false sense of confidence.
“We tried.” You said with a shrug, your posture changing completely “Never happened for us and now he despises me for it.” You finished with a false laugh and the whole table fell silent.
“I’m sorry,” Will said after a few tense moments of silence and you shrugged again.
“It wasn’t meant to be I guess.” You replied with a shrug, noting out of the corner of your eye how Frankie was looking at you with those sad brown eyes. The ones that let you to fall for him in the first place.
Frankie couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It explained your reaction earlier when he’d asked if you were happy. He could see it now. How haunted you were and his heart broke for you. He’s always hoped that you’d end up happy. Sure he’d prayed it would be with him but as the years had gone on he had come to terms with the fact that it wouldn’t be.
A few more drinks were consumed before the night came to an end. Sally left with Will and Sophie with Ben who had left you alone with Frankie and stood on the sidewalk outside the bar in awkward silence.
“How are you getting home?” He asked as you fiddled with your hands.
“Well I have gotten a taxi with Sally but she’s gone home with your friend so… I guess I’ll get a cab on my own.” You chuckled nervously.
“I can give you a ride?” He suggested and you looked up at him with wide eyes “I was designated driver but guess I got ditched too.” She chuckled and that made you smile “I don’t like the idea of you getting a cab home alone. Please… let me give you a ride.”
“Sure.” You said after a few moments of silence and Frankie nodded, motioning for you to follow him as he lead you to his truck.
He opened the passenger door for you and helped you inside before closing it and making his way around to the driver’s side. Jumping in his was fast to start it up and peel away, driving you home with your quiet directions. It felt like it had all those decades ago. Him driving you somewhere quiet so you could steal perfect moments together before he had to get you home. You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at him every now and then as he drove you in stoic silence.
When he pulled up in front of your large house his eyes grew wide and you smirked at his reaction to your home. You sat there in tense silence for a few moments before you plucked up the courage to speak.
“Do you want to come in?” You asked, eyes hopeful as you looked at him.
“Are you sure?” He asked, smiling at the nervous nod you gave him.
He opened your door for you and followed silently as you led him to the front door, watching as you shakily pushed your key into the lock. Stepping inside he copied you as you toed off your shoes and before he followed you to a large, modern, kitchen that put his to shame.
“Drink?” You asked and he nodded “Just water’s fine.”
“Just water?” You chuckled “I have beer?”
“I shouldn’t.” He replied shyly “Got to drive and all that.”
“Sure… right, of course.” You said, shaking your head and grabbing a glass from the cupboard.
After pouring him the beverage from the fridge, you handed him the glass and went about pouring yourself a glass of wine. The silence that hung over you both then for a short while was suffocating. You’d not thought this far ahead. All you’d thought about was how you didn’t want him to leave just yet, you wanted him to stay just a little longer.
“So how long have you been married?” He asked, finally breaking the silence between you.
“6 years this August.” You replied, your eyes unconsciously drifting to the silver bands on your left hand.
“He a good guy?” He asked and you sighed, feeling your throat tighten.
“He was amazing at first.” You confessed, eyes drifting to the glass in your hands “But when we discovered we couldn’t have kids he got sour.”
“I’m sorry.” He said sadly as his eyes captured yours “You would have been an amazing mum.”
You let out a sad chuckle at that. You’d always liked to think you would be but as time had gone on you’d started to wonder how good a parent Joe would have been.
“I guess the universe thought differently.” You joked, eliciting a sympathetic smile from him “Just wasn’t meant to be I guess.”
“You can’t seriously believe that?” He asked and you sighed.
“Well I’ve not been blessed with children so to be the evidence is pretty conclusive.” You said with a shrug, trying hard to fight the tears that were threatening to spill.
Silence fell over the two of you again for a while as you sipped at your wine and him, his water. It felt oddly normal to have him there with you yet tense that you were standing in the kitchen of the house you share with your husband, with the man you knew you were still in love with.
“You know I always hoped you’d find happiness.” Frankie uttered after a little while “Despite you breaking my heart I always routed for you to have the best life possible.”
“I always wanted that for you too.” You stated and he scoffed at that “Did you not?”
“I killed people for a living for almost half my life.” He replied shortly “What do you think?”
You winced at his reply and he instantly regretted his tone “I had to do a lot of unforgivable things, all in the name of my country.” He confessed after a short pause “I don’t deserve a good life for what I’ve done.”
“You deserve the best life has to offer Frankie.” You said softly “I’ve always regretted ending things with you.” You sobbed “Truth be told you were the one man I could picture spending my life with and I let you go.”
“Why did you?” His question took you by surprise but you didn’t hesitate to answer it. He deserved the truth.
“Because the thought of losing you was too much to bear.” You confessed, “I thought if I broke it off, it would ease the pain of knowing you could die at any point but all it did was break my heart and leave me hollow.” You sobbed, not holding back the tears now “You were the love of my life and I lost you.”
Frankie could help what he did next. Knowing that you’d regretted breaking things off with him, selfishly, was all he’d ever wanted to hear. Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you into a biting kiss that made your toes curl and your core ache.
Before you knew it your underwear was pushed to one side and he was buried to the hilt, thrusting hard and deep as he swallowed your moans. Your nails dug into the muscles on his back, clinging on for dear life as he tore several orgasms out of you before succumbing to his own release and then he collapsed over you as he caught his breath, practically purring as you run your nails through his hair.
“Shit.” He breathed after a short while and you chuckled at his statement “That was…”
“Perfect?” You finished for him as you smiled down at him “We shouldn’t have done that but I’m having a hard time regretting it.” You confessed after a short pause, moaning when he pulled himself out of your heat and tucked himself into his jeans.
“I’m sorry.” He sighed as he scraped a hand over his face and you suddenly panicked at his change of demeanour.
“I should go.”
“No, please… Don’t-”
“I have to.” He interrupted as he grabbed his keys and made his way to the front door, you were hot on his heels “It was nice to see you again.” He said without looking at you and then he was out of the door and you were left there to sob over what had been the best thing to happen to you in years.
~
2 Months Later…
Your hands shook as you held that stick of plastic in your hand. You felt sick. How, after all those years of trying, were you now looking at the second positive pregnancy test you’d taken that afternoon.
How was this happening?
You slowly started to panic the longer you stared at it. It was a disaster and you didn’t even know where to start in terms of how to deal with it. You knew you had to tell your husband and you knew he was going to be excited but you also had to tell Frankie.
There was a chance it was his too.
Grabbing the tests and shoving them in your pocket you made your way to the front door and grabbed your keys and bag. Slipping your shoes on, you made your way to your car and, after taking a steadying breath you got in. Driving to Frankies, you were relieved to see that his truck was on the drive and after parking up behind it, you hopped out of the car and briskly walked to his front door.
It didn’t take him long to answer after you knocked but his shock at seeing you stook there made your stomach twist into painful knots.
“What are you doing here?” He asked and you thought you were going to cry at that alone.
Instead, you let out a steadying breath before you answered him.
“We need to talk.” You said firmly “Can I come in?”
He said nothing, just opened the door wider so that you could enter. You looked back when you heard the door slam behind you and then you made your way to his kitchen, sitting at his table, you waited for him to join you.
“What do you want to talk about?” He asked plainly and you felt your nerves come to a head. God, you could be sick.
“Well uh… I need to talk about that night.”
“Why?” He groaned “It was a mistake. You’re married. We need to move on.”
“Yeah well, I wish it were that simple.” You snapped and his expression changed.
“Why isn’t it?”
“Because I’m pregnant Francisco.” You growled, slamming the two positive tests on the table.
That stopped him dead in his tracks. He started at the two tests, both saying 6 - 7 weeks along. He’s regretted that night since it happened. Not because of what happened but because you had been drunk and he’d taken advantage of that. So now to see that from that night, he was facing the possibility of being a father, he regretted it even more.
“Is it mine or?…”
“Fifty per cent chance.” You confessed “But let’s be realistic. I try for five years to get pregnant with my husband and then I fuck you one time and bam… Baby.”
“What are you going to do?” He asked and you sighed “Are you…”
“Going to keep it?”
He nodded.
“Yes, I am going to keep it.” You scoffed “But I need to tell my husband I am pregnant and there’s only a fifty per cent chance it’s his.”
“Shit.” He breathed and you nodded in agreement.
“I only came here to tell you because you have a right to know.” You stated plainly “I don’t expect anything from you and if turns out to be yours well… You only have to be involved if you want to be.”
Frankie nodded. He was numb and completely at a loss for words. It was his lack of reaction that had you scoffing before you scooped up the tests and grabbed your bag, barely saying goodbye before you were out the door and halfway to your car.
When he realised you were gone, he ran out after you. Only to find he was too late and you were gone. He groaned in frustration at his reaction to your news. He’s just been so shocked by it. Seeing you at his door, that had not been what he’d expected when you’d said you needed to talk to him.
Now you were gone and he was completely lost.
…
At home, you’d just finished up the dishes when you’re husband had called to say he was going to be working late. So you started on dinner for yourself, something that he could reheat when he got home and then sat to watch TV whilst it cooked in the oven. Joe’s iPad lighting up a short while later caught your attention. It was unusual for him to leave it laying around and so you couldn’t help your curiosity. Noticing it was a text, you tapped on the notification and what you saw made you sick.
'Can’t wait for you to breed me later baby’
You read the first message and choked. It was, sure enough, from his secretary. What a fucking cliché.
'Make round with you baby J.’
Popped up another message a short while later.
You’d known deep down he was cheating. It was obvious. The late nights the secrecy. They had all been warning signs but to see it confirmed in writing hurt but that’s not what you were most angry about. No, you were angry that he was not fucking his assistant… but that he was trying to get her pregnant in the process. That made your blood boil. You may have slipped up but this was something completely different and you knew you had to leave.
Your bag was packed less than an hour later. You packed what you could into your car and you drove to the first place you could think of. Sally’s.
~
1 Month Later…
Frankie had been browsing the cereal aisle when he’d bumped into Sally. He’s desperately tried to sneak past but she had the eyes of a hawk and he was soon cornered by the Coco Pops.
“Haven’t seen you since that night out what… three months ago?” She asked and Frankie shrugged.
“About that yeah.” He confirmed, “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m fine.” She replied, “My girl on the other hand is a mess.” She stated and Frankie’s stomach sank “Girls 3 ½ months pregnant and in the middle of getting a divorce.”
“What?” He exclaimed, the last statement taking him by surprise “Why?”
“Fucker is shagging his assistant.” Sally revealed, “What’s worse if they’re trying for a kid together.” She continued “Well they were and then he found out she was pregnant and he’s been begging for her to forgive him.”
“Shit.”
“Turns out though that there’s a chance it’s not his.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She said with a nod “Had a weak moment a few months back and well… Kid might be the other guys but apparently he doesn’t want anything to do with it so-”
“I never said that.” Frankie expelled, eyes widening at his sudden confession.
“Wait what?” She practically yelled “She didn’t tell me who the other guy was… It’s you??”
“We uh… The night we met up, I took her home and we got to talking and one thing led to another-”
A hand impacting his face was not what he’d expected to happen to him whilst doing his weekly shop that day yet here he was, rubbing his cheek as your best friend glowered at him.
“She’s in pieces.” She scorned “She’s all alone, pregnant with a baby that could be yours.”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to her its just… Well, I didn’t know what to say.”
“Say that you’ll support her.” She shrieked “You’re a better man than Joe, I know that for a fact so step up and take responsibility! It takes two people to make a baby.”
“Where’s she staying?” He asked, knowing she was right and that he had to make this right.
“Mine.” She stated “I’m going to be out this evening if you wanted to talk to her alone.
He nodded and she sighed "Please don’t hurt my friend Frankie.” She pleaded “She’s suffered enough.”
…
You hadn’t been expecting a knock at the door that night. Sally was out on a double date with Sophia and the Miller brothers. She’d asked if you wanted her to stay but the truth was you just wanted some time alone to grieve. Your life as you knew it was over and you were facing bringing a baby into the world without the love and support of the man you knew was its daddy. Without a shadow of a doubt, you were certain.
You stiffly walked to the front door, not thinking to check who it was before you pulled it open but when you saw it was Frankie standing there your eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“Frank?” You all but whispered, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to talk.” He replied, “If that’s okay?”
You nodded. Opened the door and motioned for him to come in before closing it behind him. You led him to the lounge, muted the TV and motioned for him to sit as you plonked yourself back on the couch.
“How are you?” He asked although he knew that answer already.
“My life’s falling apart.” You scoffed “How do you think?”
“I’m sorry.” He replied, instantly regretting his question “How’s the baby?” He asked after a short pause and you sighed as you rubbed your now slightly swollen belly.
“They’re okay. Had my first scan and they were pleased with its progress so that’s positive.” You replied and he nodded “Why have you come here, Francisco?”
“I want to be a father to this baby.” He stated simply “If it’s mine and you want that.”
“Frankie I-”
“I reacted like a complete idiot when you told me but I was shocked.” He confessed “The last thing I’d been expecting you to tell me was that you were pregnant but I saw Sally today and she literally slapped sense into me and I… Well, baby, I love you and I want us to be a family but if just being a father is all you’re willing to give me then that’s fine.”
“And if we are a family and it turns out that it isn’t yours?”
“Then I will love it anyway.”
That was all you needed to hear. Next thing you knew you were on his lap and kissing him like you needed it to breathe. Finally pulling away to breathe you looked him in the eye and you smiled.
“Take that as a yes then.” He stated before you laughed and kissed him again.
It was definitely a yes.
~
6 Months Later…
“Well, shit that’s a cute kid.” Said Ben as he propped his head on Sally’s shoulder.
“He’s beautiful.” Sally gushed as she looked up at you and Frankie laying on the hospital bed.
“How are you feeling hun?” Ben asked as he came to stand beside you and place a sweet kiss on your brow.
“Exhausted.” You confessed and he chuckled “But I wouldn’t have been able to do it without Fishcakes here.”
“I thought we were past the nicknames.” He grumbled and you all chuckled.
“I just pushed your eight-pound baby out my vagina and now have stitches to prove it.” You scoffed “I can call you what I like.”
“Touchê.” He conceded and you chuckled.
“Did you have a paternity test done?” Ben asked and you both nodded
“I mean it’s obvious who his father is but Joe was adamant that we get it done. He wasn’t a happy bunny when the news was broken.” You stated.
“No, he was not.” Agreed Frankie as he rubbed his still sore jaw.
“You got a name yet?” Sally asked and you both shared a look before nodding.
“Luka.” You said in unison and the others gasped.
“Luka Morales.” Ben said, testing the name on his tongue “It suits you, little buddy.” He said as Sally handed him the baby.
As watched your best friend and Frankie’s coo over your newborn, a sense of peace washed over you. In the months that had followed, you discovered what true happiness felt like. The love and adoration Frank had showered you with had led you to realise that your life with Joe had never been good.
“You okay?” Frankie asked, quiet enough that only you could hear him.
“Yeah.” You replied as you rested your head on your shoulder “Tired but so fucking happy.”
“Me too.” He replied, kissing you sweetly before pulling away to look you in the eyes again “Marry me?” He asked and tears started to form in your tired eyes.
Frank instantly panicked “Or not… It was just an idea but if you don’t-”
“Yes.” You interrupted and he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and you both stared at each other.
“Yes?”
“Yes Francisco Morales… Love of my life and father of my child.” You started, smiling at him sweetly “I will marry you.”
He kissed you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs before he broke it and rested his forehead against yours.
