Synopsis:Frankie was always the type of friend to bring you on extravagant trips - whether on the ground or in the sky. But, you never pegged him as a man who liked reckless danger.
Warnings:Sweet Baby Boy Frankie, Roommate/Friend!Frankie, Gentle Rubbing of Reader’s Thigh, Heights, Female Masturbation, Fingering, Oral Female Receiving, Sexual Activities While Operating a Vehicle (Don’t Try at Home…I can’t believe I need to warn that,)
Rating:E
Author’s Note: For my 500 follower celebration back in September of ‘21, I got this idea and never fully took off with it. Only took 8 months to get back to it lol.
AN: No thoughts, only thots about meeting Frankie at a party you were reluctant to go to in the first place. There’s infidelity here - so if that’s not your jam no worries! Enjoy!
Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings; Infidelity, (18+ no minors) piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, unhappy marriage - mentions of divorce.
Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes dilated and her pulse was almost visible on the delicate skin of her neck and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
Idk how you do it, but you really just have this way of pulling me into a scene. Like I can smell the beer and hear the music and see Frankie’s sweet pleading face. I loved this and man I hope he calls her soon. He deserves something nice.
Thanks bb - I’m happy it came across well, thank you for reading!♥️
AN: No thoughts, only thots about meeting Frankie at a party you were reluctant to go to in the first place. There’s infidelity here - so if that’s not your jam no worries! Enjoy!
Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings; Infidelity, (18+ no minors) piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, unhappy marriage - mentions of divorce.
Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes dilated and her pulse was almost visible on the delicate skin of her neck and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
AN: No thoughts, only thots about meeting Frankie at a party you were reluctant to go to in the first place. There’s infidelity here - so if that’s not your jam no worries! Enjoy!
Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings; Infidelity, (18+ no minors) piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, unhappy marriage - mentions of divorce.
Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes dilated and her pulse was almost visible on the delicate skin of her neck and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
This was a perfect little whirlwind of a story! I was completely drawn in with the beginning through Frankie’s perspective. The way he sees her, and the regret he has when she sees his ring, is so palpable. Your dialogue is incredibly realistic and has fantastic cadence - I could definitely hear the hesitation and flow. And then all of the puzzle pieces falling into place in the truck - holy hell, what an ending! Loved it!
Thank you so much!! This was so sweet and I’m really happy you enjoyed! ♥️
AN: No thoughts, only thots about meeting Frankie at a party you were reluctant to go to in the first place. There’s infidelity here - so if that’s not your jam no worries! Enjoy!
Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings; Infidelity, (18+ no minors) piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, unhappy marriage - mentions of divorce.
Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes dilated and her pulse was almost visible on the delicate skin of her neck and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
AN: No thoughts, only thots about meeting Frankie at a party you were reluctant to go to in the first place. There’s infidelity here - so if that’s not your jam no worries! Enjoy!
Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings; Infidelity, (18+ no minors) piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, unhappy marriage - mentions of divorce.
Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes dilated and her pulse was almost visible on the delicate skin of her neck and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
My wife hasn’t looked at me like that in years.
“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch your name.” He instantly likes her voice and tries to imagine what she’d sound like in bed and for the first time in god knows how long he isn’t ashamed of himself.
“It’s Francisco - you can call me Frankie.” He shakes her hand, holds onto it probably longer than he should and he knows his dimple is staring her in the face with the way he’s smiling. “How do you know James?” He gives her a once over, almost subtly and he’s happy to see her fluster a tiny bit.
“Oh um - ha I actually don’t - I came with a friend. Maureen - do you know her?” She fiddles with her dress, smoothing it down with her plump lower lip between her teeth. It’s endearing and he wants nothing more than to pull her close - to nuzzle at the hollow of her throat but she looks at his hand when he takes a sip of his beer and the spell is broken. She sees it, he knows she does and there’s nothing he can say.
Fuck.
“Oh, I’m sorry - I didn’t realize.” She frowns a little staring at his wedding ring, more flustered than before but now it’s out of embarrassment and he feels cruel, like he’d led her on in some way.
“Yeah, that’s - sorry that’s-” He doesn’t know what to say to this lovely thing in front of him.
Technically, yes I’m married but my wife has been cheating on me for years, I just got the proof I needed a couple of days ago and I’m going to divorce her ass. Wanna fuck?
“There you are, have you seen my purse?” His wife came in right on cue and then he was alone with her, a swirl of a skirt left in the pretty woman’s wake - he sighed loudly, not that his wife commented on it - or even noticed for that matter. “There it is - oh look - your buddies are here! Why don’t you catch up with them?” She didn’t look at him as she said it - too busy fixing her lipstick and he knew then that her side piece was here.
He felt nothing.
“Sure honey.” He spoke the words to her back as she walked away from him - he couldn’t even remember when he stopped watching her go.
-
The heat was crawling up your body, warming the apples of your cheeks with embarrassment and your legs couldn’t carry you away fast enough. You moved through the crowd of people you didn’t know, winding through the little groups of them while scanning for Maureen, hoping to catch a glimpse of the red shirt she’d been wearing - relief washing over you when you finally saw her.
“Hey- where’d you get to?” She smiled big, looking for the drinks you were supposed to grab. “No drinks?”
“Sorry- There were a bunch of people waiting so I came back.” You did your best to smile through the lie. “I’ll try again in a few.”
If he’s not still standing there.
Your stomach dropped at the thought of running into him again, a groan threatening to claw its way out of your throat. Why did he have to be so handsome? Why did he have to be exactlyyour type? Tall and broad, with that cute dimple and those soft waves- marriedwaves.
Why did you flirt back?
This question annoyed you a bit, it burned brightly in the back of your mind while you tried - genuinely tried to listen to Maureen chatting about - well whatever the hell she was chatting about.
You saw his wife walk past the two of you then, a very pretty woman with gorgeously thick hair and Ruby red lips lost in conversation with a burly blond man, if he’d told her that you’d flirted then it would only make sense that she’d glance at you but mercifully she didn’t. Thank christ.
Maureen laughed and pulled you away from your thoughts, introducing you to a few of her friends from college and you busied yourself trying to remember their names, muddling through polite conversation while also counting the hours until she’d be ready to go. It wasn’t so bad though- they weren’t so bad. Her friends, while maybe a bit pretentious, were all in all nice enough and it wasn’t hard to find common interests with a few while she made her rounds until your bladder pulled you towards the bathroom.
The door to the powder room on the bottom floor was locked, in use. Goddamn it-
“There’s a bathroom just up the stairs and to the left-” One of the hosts saw you standing there and came to the rescue “-please feel free.” With a polite thank you, you climbed up further and further until the door was opening before you. The scene inside froze you in your tracks, it was the blond burly man and Francisco’s wife in the middle of a hook-up.
Your mouth gaped open for half a second before you shut the door - unsure if they’d heard you, unsure if they even cared.
Couldn’t even be bothered to lock the door???
You ran down the stairs as quickly as you could, almost crashing into the person just coming out of the powder room and after a nervous shuffle from both of you, you were safely tucked away in the enclosed space. After relieving yourself, and splashing your face with cool water came the time to rejoin the fray - maybe if you could make eye contact with Maureen, she would see the discomfort on your face but that was a dead end - she was nowhere to be found.
I need a cigarette.
-
He was standing alone on the porch of the house, taking in the cool night air and it seemed as though the Gods or the fates or whoever was responsible for the day was thoroughly enjoying your discomfort.
“Oh - hi.” He smiled his dimpled smile and it was almost too much - you didn’t know this man, you had no idea what was happening in their marriage but what you did know for sure was how fucking disrespectful it was of this woman to fuck another man while her husband was here. “You okay?” His head tilted, concerned, beautiful.
“Yeah. Sorry um - you wouldn’t happen to have a smoke would you?” Fingers crossed he’d say yes.
“No sorry - I quit a long time ago.”
Fuck me sideways, seriously.
“No worries.” You stood there, gawping at him as he leaned his hip against one side of the railings. His smile faded and a neutral realization took its place.
“Was it with a blond man?” His words were stones in your stomach, boulders being dropped from a great height.
“What?” You hoped against hope that he wouldn’t make you do this.
I shouldn’t have fucking come out here.
“It’s okay - it wouldn’t be the first time. It’s funny - I didn’t want to divorce her until I had the proof and I got it a couple of days ago.” He sighed big but it didn’t seem sad or heartbroken. “I’m not naive, it’s nothing new.”
“I’m sorry - I don’t know what to say. Are you going to confront them?” The idea of him storming upstairs and pulling them out of the bathroom for everyone to see made your skin crawl with anxiety.
“Oh no, nothing so dramatic as that, I don’t care to - haven’t cared in a long time.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just please don’t look at me like that.” You frowned.
“Like what?” It was your head that tilted now.
“Like you pity me - I’m okay, in a couple of days I’ll serve her with the papers and it’ll be done. For now I’d much rather you looked at me the way you did before you knew I was married.” He straightened as he spoke - taking a few slow steps towards you.
“And how did I look at you before?” He was so tall, so broad and handsome.
“You looked at me, like you wanted me.” He watched your mouth, licking his bottom lip as he spoke and suddenly it was too hot - your skin was too warm and your tongue followed the example set by him and swiping along your bottom lip.
-
His grip is almost bruising, but his hands are so much softer than you would have thought and after a harder thrust one of them is sliding under your bra to hold the weight of your breast.
“You feel so fucking good.” His voice is hoarse, the words clipped as he groans them into your ear. The plush swell of your ass is pressed up tight against his groin, his cock punching up into you in the back of his truck.
I am letting a married man fuck me in the back of his truck, in a suburban neighbourhood.
The thought bleeds out of your brain with every snap of his hips, with every swirl of his fingers on your swollen clit. Your slick is dripping out around him, soaking the panties he roughly pulled down to fill your aching cunt. His cock sliding in so easily with how aroused you are and it takes everything not to scream out from how good it feels.
“Feel how fucking hard you made me baby.” He picks up speed, pushing the air out of your lungs with the force of it - your eyes roll back - mouth a wordless ‘O’ as he steals the thoughts out of your head with the slip of his cock and the swirl of his fingers. “Talk to me baby- tell me it feels good.” He pulls you up, his hand moving up to cradle your jaw and bring you towards him in a misaligned kiss. All tongues and pants as he doubles down on his efforts to pull you apart.
“It’s good - god it’s so fucking good.” Your words are almost slurred and he lets out a breathless laugh before he bites at your ear.
You’re racing towards your orgasm, the tingle of it spreading from your center out through your limbs and when he pinches your clit between his two wet fingers you fall off the cliff. Euphoria burns through your veins, cunt clenching around him hard enough to make him groan from deep in his throat.
“Where do you want it?” He grits it out through mashed teeth and you pull away, bending forward as best you can.
“On my ass.” You pull your dress up past your hips, displaying yourself for him shamelessly.
“Fuck-”He sounds pained and you can’t help but look back as best you can, the pain in your neck is worth the vision of him, his eyes down watching as he pumps his cock against your ass. One of his hands gripping you and with a shuddering moan he paints you in himself. “Jesus baby- fuck that’s pretty.” He rubs the sensitive tip through the mess on your skin before finally finding a tissue and wiping most of it away.
The cab is steamy when you exit, your hair a mess, his shirt untucked but both of you giddy with post orgasmic bliss - wordlessly parting to join the party but not before saving your number in his phone.
After the blood has cooled and it’s time to go, he catches your eye at the door with a wink and a promise and as you walk out with Maureen you hope he’ll call soon.
Word Count:444 Warnings: It’s pegging Frankie hours but it’s not explicit, I don’t think. Author’s Note: This is not Frankie and Lizzy. I mean, you can read it that way if you want because Elizabeth Miller Morales one hundred percent pegs her husband but this is not a named reader/ofc and there are no descriptions or gender put on the reader insert at all. It’s who and what you want it to be. Personally, I want it to be me.
It’s the thick cords of his neck as he strains to look back towards you, hair pulled taut between your fingers.
It’s the way your lips trail fire across any bit of skin that you can reach and the black abyss of his blown out pupils.
It’s the whimpers he makes beneath you, body succumbing to a level of pleasure he doesn’t often see.
AN: No thoughts, only thots about meeting Frankie at a party you were reluctant to go to in the first place. There’s infidelity here - so if that’s not your jam no worries! Enjoy!
Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader
Warnings; Infidelity, (18+ no minors) piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, unhappy marriage - mentions of divorce.
Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes dilated and her pulse was almost visible on the delicate skin of her neck and the realization hit him like a sledgehammer.
Summary: Frankie’s work as co-owner of Wild Things involves making sure the books run smoothly. He’s content to have Max help with them, but only if they’re audited, just to be on the safe side. He’s hired the best in town - you - based on reputation alone. When he meets you to go over the final report, sparks fly - and Frankie decides to give you a little show off the books as a thank you for all your hard work. That escalates quickly.
Warnings: SMUT, PIV sex, oral and fingering (m and f receiving), facesitting, I’m in a lil bit of a trance so sry if I forgot anything
A/N: More from the Magic Markie ‘verse! Will still basically work as a standalone, if you like. This one goes out to my dear @wordsnwhiskeywho will hopefully enjoy a very special insert, with thanks as always to @ezrasbirdie for looking it over!
Frankie adjusts his tie in the elevator as it rises higher and higher, opening to the 30th floor of a gleaming office building downtown. He feels so out of place, so uncomfortable in the business attire.
He’s traded in a military uniform for a more casual look (and sometimes, nothing at all when he was on stage), and he can’t wait to get out of the suit when he gets home.
First things first: getting the report on the audit of Wild Things’ finances. After the debacle with Max and the club next door, Frankie isn’t about to take any chances. The club is his livelihood now, and he’s going to make sure everything runs smoothly, with not a dime out of place.
“Client’s here,” your secretary, Lisa, says through the intercom, her voice mildly irritated. “Same guy who’s been calling all week.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose wearily, opening a messy file. You’d been trying to get the club’s books organized, but a few months with Max Lord in charge of them before the audit had led to some confusing entries.
You’re pretty sure he’s overpaying this “Dio” character.
“Send him in,” you say with a sigh.
“Mr. Morales, I’ve been working hard on your case, I can assure you,” you say as he walks in, and stops in his tracks.
“Oh- hi,” he says, the hard set of his jaw softening as he sees you. “I- you’re the accountant?”
You purse your lips, an amused smirk crossing your face.
“Careful, Mr. Morales. You surprised that a woman is in charge here?”
Frankie licks his lips and shakes his head once.
“Not what surprised me,” he says, reaching out a broad hand over your desk. You shake it, rising from your chair.
“You don’t have to get up for me,” Frankie says, suddenly far less anxious to rush the appointment.
“I think it’s best I show you in detail what I’ve been doing,” you say, “since you’ve been so keen on calling for updates.”
Frankie’s cheeks and neck flush red, the sight sending a rush through you.
This man? The part owner of a very sexy nightclub is blushing around you? Over a little flirting?
You glance down at your top and bite your lip. It’s a poly blend, a little on the sheer side, and the office is chilly enough that your nipples are standing at attention. They likely have been since Frankie walked in. You look up and catch him staring. Then he reallyblushes.
“Have a seat,” you say, your voice a little husky. Frankie sits with a respectful “yes ma’am” and you walk around your desk, settling comfortably in the chair next to him. He listens to you, looking over the notes you’ve made on the account. He gives a little grunt of frustration when you show him where Max has been funneling a little extra money into Dio’s pocket, but you quickly show him Max has been making deposits to match. It’s not factored into the club’s overall profits, so it looks like Max is just eager to make sure Dio earns more money - or appears to be.
“He can’t use company accounts for this. He needs to talk to the kid - you said he’s young, right? - and make legal gifts to him if he wants to give him money.”
“Thanks,” Frankie says, running a hand through his curls. “Glad we’re sorting this out before tax season,” he adds with a wince.
You place a hand over his.
“Seems like this has been weighing on you,” you say. “It’ll be alright.”
“Can’t remember the last time someone said that to me. But you know what? I believe you,” Frankie says, a hint of a smile on his face. He tugs a little at his tie.
Your intercom chirps.
“Need anything before I head out?” Lisa asks. You grin. She’s not one to stay late unless absolutely necessary.
“All good. See you tomorrow,” you reply. You turn to look at Frankie. “Guess it’s quittin’ time,” you add with a chuckle. You stand and walk around your desk, opening a drawer and retrieving a bottle of whiskey.
“Care for a sip?” You offer, his eyes widening with interest as you set out two small glasses.
“I’d really like that, actually. Been a long day.” Frankie fiddles with the tie again.
“You don’t have to wear that on my account,” you say, pouring the glasses and handing one to him. Frankie smiles, releasing the knot and easing his tie out from his collar. Heat blooms through you at the sight, and you remember this man used to work for the club he now runs. Guess some things don’t change, you think, knocking back the glass.
Frankie swallows his own liquor and then sets the glass down, nodding when you offer a little more.
You pour, your eyes trained on him.
“Seems like all this has been weighing on you,” you say, setting the bottle down. You take a seat next to Frankie, crossing your legs. He nods, sighing.
“Things always ran smoothly with Javi in charge, I just didn’t wanna see the place start to have problems on my watch.”
You place a comforting hand on top of his.
“I can already tell this place means a lot to you. You’ll manage it right,” you say, smiling. Frankie’s shoulders seem to relax slightly.
“So,” he says, sipping his drink, “how did you come to be this brilliant and gorgeous businesswoman?”
You falter, and Frankie’s face falls.
“Shit, that sounded like a come-on – I meant no disrespect,” he says quickly, eyebrows furrowed together in concern.
A smile creeps over your face.
“Aw. Not even a little bit?” You ask, smirking properly at him. Frankie grins, relieved.
“Only if I knew it would be, uh. Welcome.”
You nod, biting your lip.
“It would. I might want to look at you disrespectfully, Mr. Morales,” you whisper. His lips part around a sigh of need and your eyes blaze with interest.
“I might want to give you something to look at,” he purrs, unbuttoning a couple of buttons on his shirt. “And please, call me Frankie.”
“Mm. Frankie?”
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Lock the door.”
He rises from his seat and does as you ask, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the back of the chair. When he unbuttons his shirt, you notice his belly has a layer of softness on it and your fingers itch to touch him; to press your palms to warm flesh and feel his body.
“This show,” you breathe, eyes locking with his, “it’s…?”
“Off the books,” Frankie replies with a grin, reaching for his zipper.
“Oh— I was going to ask if it was interactive,” you say, and he grins.
“Sure thing, bonita. Come closer to me.”
You rise to your feet and step into his space and oh god that was a mistake because you can feel heat radiating off his body. You shiver at it, craving his warmth.
“Cold, baby?” He asks, taking your hand in his and guiding you to the chair. “I can warm you right up.”
You drop into the seat, eyes raking up Frankie’s body; taking in the open shirt, the light dusting of hair on his chest. His pants are unbuttoned, but still on - the zipper halfway down, looking as though he’s ready to strip them off, and oh- the thought of him naked right here in your office sends a thrill through your body, from the back of your neck down to your toes, curled tight inside your shoes as you watch him undulate just inches away.
“See, the secret to a good lap dance - when the woman is under you - is not to be too aggressive,” he purrs, a gentle thumb ghosting over your cheek. “She’s in control. She decides when we touch.” Frankie leans down, his face inches from your neck, and breathes deep.
“Damn, bonita, you smell divine,” he murmurs, and you squeeze your thighs together, eyes fixed on Frankie’s thick fingers, splayed across his own abdomen and chest.
You chase his fingers with your own, touching his bare skin and holy fuck he’s on fire.
“You weren’t kidding about warming me up,” you whisper, scooting closer and nuzzling his waist. You press your lips to his stomach, and he moans, a low, needy sound.
“Christ, woman,” he pants, and you’re close enough to feel the hot swell of him in his pants, hard and insistent against your collarbone, and you slip one hand up to cup his length.
He hisses in delight.
You whimper as you lean forward, letting Frankie’s broad, strong body support you. Your nipples, hard in your thin top, are pressing against his thighs, but you don’t care. He feels heavenly.
“Need you, Frankie,” you moan, and then you’re rucking your skirt up, and Frankie’s hauling you to your feet and kissing you, mouth crushing against yours, all pretense of a sexy little show abandoned in one heart-stopping instant.
“Tell me what you need,” Frankie pants, breaking away for a breath.
You lock your eyes with his, burning into his own midnight gaze, and shove your panties down, turning to lean over your desk.
“Fuck me, please, Frankie. I want you to fuck me,” you beg, arching up for him at just the right angle.
Then his hands - those big, broad palms - are cupping the globes of your ass and he’s pressing them apart and looking - god - staring at your most intimate place. He swipes a finger between your folds, feeling wetness there, but apparently not as much as he needs, because a moment later he spits into his hand, smearing the saliva between your legs and making you cry out at the sheer debauched shock of it.
He rubs his fingers between your legs again, satisfied that you’re soaked, and then you hear clothing rustle and the head of his cock is there and it’s pressing against those wet folds and you cry out in pleasure as he sinks in, deeper and deeper, until his hips crash into your ass.
He starts thrusting, then, and you moan with each one, whimpering desperately when he snakes a hand between your hips and the desk to reach in front of you, wet fingertips finding your clit in seconds, and then he’s working you over, and you’re grateful for the desk beneath you to hold you up because you feel like a ragdoll, pliant and molded to his body as he fucks you into oblivion.
He’s leaning over your back, kissing your neck, when he grunts a low, thready “where do you want it?” and you take a beat to understand his meaning.
Gently nudging him away, you turn and flop down into your chair, pulling his hips closer to your face and opening your mouth for him, tongue poking out in a lewd display of desire.
“Fuck, that’s my filthy girl. Where you fuckin’ been all my life, huh?” He asks, panting and sweating as he strips his cock, racing to his peak and finally spilling with a shout, ropes of his hot release landing on your tongue, dripping down your chin, and falling on your skirt.
Catching his breath, Frankie leans down to kiss you, not hesitating to plunge his tongue into your still-messy mouth, his own cum making his lips shine.
“God,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to yours. “Wanna take you home, let you ride my face, bonita. “We need a nice comfy bed for that.”
You nod, your body still buzzing with unfulfilled need.
You’re not quite sure how you get there - Frankie clearly drove - but when you do, he lifts you into his arms, carrying you to the bedroom and peeling your clothes off with a tenderness you hadn’t expected.
Far from the frenzied sex in your office - Frankie’s manner is slow, tender, and methodical; he seems to be enjoying working you up, and the delay only serves to rile you more.
“I believe you promised me a seat,” you pout, and Frankie nearly growls with delight as he all but rips your panties down, the last article of clothing on either of your bodies, and nudges your thighs up until you’re straddling his face.
“Sit, bonita, go on. Let me eat that sweet pussy.”
You sink down, and then you feel his tongue swipe up and oh- fuck- he’s going inside and plunging his tongue right where you need it, and his nose is right at the top of your opening, the ridge of it rubbing over your puffy, swollen clit as you shift and bounce, grinding against his face.
You’re soaking him, wetness spreading all over his lips and chin and cheeks, the light rasp of his unshaven face scraping perfectly over the soft, hidden skin of your inner thighs and then he speeds up, fingers working your clit as he fucks you with his tongue and then you hit your peak, fingers clutching the headboard as you scream.
You’ve lifted off just slightly, and you feel Frankie taking big gulps of air, the breath rushing in and out between your legs, making you shiver. You dismount, wiggling down next to him and humming in sleepy delight.
“Time for a nap, bonita?” Frankie asks, and you nod drowsily, arm draped over his chest.
He kisses your forehead and the pair of you drift off, the books long forgotten.
Additional ficlet for Writer Wednesday on 8/9/21 here. I didn’t write it as an addition to Another Round, but it fits if you assume it’s set pretty much immediately after the guys come back from their failed heist.
Really enjoying series and cannot wait for more!! i like the reader character very much too. Could you add me to a taglist for future Pedro fictions please?
After fleeing your abusive husband and changing your name, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.
The gentle spring breeze sent the smell of flowers down the corridor of the grand marble building. There were hundreds of them, Ben’s wife had done an amazing job putting this all together. The ceremony took place in the courtyard of the banquet hall and now you stood watching as people filtered into another room for the cocktail hour.
Lucy had looked absolutely adorable as the flower girl; the big frilly blue dress appealing to her sense of style.
You were happy for them, Ben and his wife, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad as well.It had been a year now but the aftershocks were still strong as ever. You had been seeing a therapist, but you knew a grieving cycle as complex as this one took time.
David’s death had lifted a huge burden off your shoulders, you didn’t even realize just how big until someone came in and told you the news. You cried in the hospital bed, weeped like a child, for hours. Santiago was there, he stayed by your side the whole time, sitting silently and allowing you to move through all these emotions.
“Champagne for the pretty lady,” a voice said, snapping you out of your daydream.
You turned to see Frankie striding up to you with a glass in hand, looking as handsome as ever in his suit and tie.
“Aren’t you supposed to be taking photos right now” you asked, smiling and allowing him to pass you the champagne flute.
Frankie had been the one to save your life that day. Even with two bullet wounds, one to the shoulder and the other to the abdomen, he had been the person who fired the shot that brought David down. The surgery took hours, but Frankie managed to pull through and make a really substantial recovery. He had a few minor issues still, but nothing life threatening.
The story ended up making headline news. Some other evidence of David’s misdoings came out in the weeks after as well. Frankie and the others were never charged with anything related to the incident. You weren’t either. The best of all however, was that Summer had gotten her name back. Summer’s family reached out to you via letter, they did not hold any ill will towards you at all. They were glad that their daughters’ last doings on this earth was helping a woman in a similar situation. They said they would continue to pray for you, and keep you in their thoughts.
Frankie looped his arm around your waist and pulled you in. “They don’t need us right now, besides I haven’t seen you all day. I wanted to get a good look at you in that dress” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes, setting the flute down the little foyer table next to you then reaching up to adjust his tie.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, lowering his voice a little.
You let out an amused huff but didn’t look up at him “about the wedding, and how nice it is.”
He nodded, knowing you had more to say.
“I think” you went on, “maybe we could bring it up next week in couples counseling. I feel like I might be coming around to the idea of marriage again. With you, at least. ….What do you think?” You asked, giving him a little grin as you looked up at him.
“I think that it definitely sounds like something worth bringing up… and I would have to look into the legality of it all, but even if it never happens, as long as I am with you I’m happy.” He leaned forward and gave you a soft kiss.
Santi’s voice came bellowing through the corridor. “Fish - make out with your girlfriend later we have shit to do.”
“I’m being summoned” Frankie laughed, “I’m glad you feel that way though.”
You smiled and patted him on the chest “me too, now go, I’ll see you in a bit. I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said, turning on his heels.
You watched him go, smiling and picking up your glass. You drew in a slow and steady breath feeling the breeze from outside shuffle the fabric of your dress a little. Lucy’s bright laughter came floating through the hallway. There was a time in your life where you never thought any of this would be possible, that you would be happy again, but you were… and for that you were so proud.
After fleeing your abusive husband and changing your name, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.
You tried pulling at the metal rod the cuff was attached to. Even with decades of rust, it didn’t budge. You moved onto your back, grinding your teeth and using your legs to push off against the radiator with all your might. Still, nothing came loose.
‘Focus’ you told yourself, looking around the room.
It was pitch black, only the silhouette of the door frame was visible. You were reminded about the day you pulled Lucy from the water, how dark it was, how quiet. Like suspended in ether. That’s what it felt like now, being underwater.
You stretched your arm out as far as it could go and searched around for anything you could use to break the chain on the cuff. When you realized there was nothing of use around you, you pulled on the cuff again. Then spit on your wrist and rubbed your saliva around your skin.
You braced yourself, drawing in a quick breath and yanking as hard as you could. Even with all that force, the cuffs didn’t move an inch. Desperate now, and you got onto your knees and smoothed your hands along the floorboards. Fingers scanning for a catch or a dip in the wood.
A gasp escaped your lips as you felt one. Quickly you wiped the soot off your fingers, gripped the nail between your thumb and pointer, then jimmied it upwards.
Inch by inch, you pulled, readjusted and pulled again, repeating that process until you got enough of the nail exposed to grip it with your fist and yank it out. It ripped from the floor much easier than you had expected, flying out of your bloody hands and skidding across the floor.
You drew in a shaky breath, swallowing hard. You were okay. If it was out of your reach, you would simply find another. You had time. You were going to be okay.
You turned, stretching your arm as far as it could go and feeling around for the nail. Your fingers just grazed the edge, you held your breath and reached even more. When you got hold of it you walked it up slowly until you could pick it up.
You took the nail and placed it in your mouth, the taste of rust bitter against your tongue. You took the nail between your teeth and brought it up to the keyholes on the cuff. You had actually practiced this at the house for an entire day once. David had left the cuffs behind and you thought it might save your life one day.
Headlights shone through the cracks of the house. You looked up just as they darted across the wall and grew larger by the second.
“Fuck fuck Fuck,” you whispered, the nail firmly still in your mouth.
You didn’t think you would make it in time. You felt hopeless. You knew you were going to die.
Then finally, a click.
The cuff came apart in your hand. David’s flashlight shone against the wall, and you could hear his footsteps treading through the house. You turned away, body blocking your hands, heart racing so fast you could hear it thumping in your ears. You waited, nail clutched so tightly in your hand you could hardly feel the tips of your fingers anymore.
David came in then tossed something towards you, a pregnancy test. He would kill you in an instant, but a baby was something that shared half of his DNA. You were his object, but that baby, if there was a baby, was an extension of himself.
“You don’t believe me?” you asked.
“No, I don’t,” he said simply. You could tell by his tone you were really starting to push his buttons.
You lifted your head, looking up at him. “I need two hands if you’re really going to make me do it here.”
He thought for a moment, eyes scanning you. Then he moved forward, crouching down in order to undo the cuffs.
You seized this opportunity, taking the nail and driving it into his shoulder. David reeled backwards, falling and crying out in pain. You didn’t wait to see the damage you inflicted. The moment he jerked back, you were on your feet, sprinting into the darkness.
You heard a shot ring out behind you, then another, closer this time. You pushed on harder despite the terrain, stumbling and having to brace yourself on tree trunks each step of the way. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you had to get away. To your right, you heard water.
The moon was coming out, casting a thin veil of silver across the landscape. It was the lake, the one Frankie had taken you to. Your mind raced as it tried to establish some sort of mental map to help guide you.
Then, without warning, you felt the pull of your hair jerking you backwards.
-
Frankie heard the shots. They were closer than expected. He felt hopeful. David didn’t have to shoot something that was already dead. That hope was short-lived, however, when he realized the gunfire ceased, meaning one of those bullets must have hit its mark. Frankie grit his teeth, hoping that the boys had made it, and heard the shots as well.
He needed you to be alive. All of this was his fault. If he hadn’t kicked you out, you would have been safe. Instead, you were here, with the very man Frankie had vowed to protect you from. He knew that forgiveness was unlikely, but even if you never spoke to him again, it would be okay, just as long as you were alive.
He heard a large splash and all at once the trees opened up to reveal a rundown house and the glow of red tail lights. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust, but once they did, Frankie felt a jolt of horror when he realized there was a car slowly sinking itself into the inky darkness of the lake. Next to that stood the figure of a man, watching. Frankie raised his gun and squeezed off two shots. The figure ducked away, firing two shots of his own before fleeing in the direction of the house.
Frankie’s first instinct was to follow, but when he saw the taillights of the vehicle vanish completely below the surface he knew he couldn’t just leave you. If there was even a chance you could be alive he would take it. He started towards the lake, ripping off his jacket and diving into the water.
It was freezing cold, and full of debris from the storm. Visibility was low but the lights in the car were still functional.
He grabbed onto the side of the car and pulled himself forward. The front of the vehicle had already settled onto the bottom of the lake. Frankie could see you through the windows laying in the back seat, arms floating above you, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar.
He used the end of the gun to strike at the corner of the window, a spider web crack pattern formed instantly. He did it once more and the pieces came apart freely. His lungs burned but he pushed on, he had already lost so much time he couldn’t afford to lose anymore.
He reached into the cabin and snaked an arm around your chest, as soon as he had a firm grasp on you he kicked off against the metal of the car and swam desperately to the surface. He broke through the surface and pulled your head above water, taking in large gulps of air and bracing himself for any attacks David might have been waiting to inflict.
Your head fell against his cheek, and that’s when he realized that you were still warm. He reached the bank of the lake in a matter of seconds and laid you out on the sand.
He gave you two breaths and started chest compressions. It was hard to feel in moments like this, he was scared yes - but he didn’t have access to it, not yet anyway. There would be time for feelings later. He heard you choke and turned you over on your side, allowing you to vomit up the water from the lake.
He pulled you up, cradling you in his arms and rubbing your back as you gulped up air.
The fact that you are still alive was nothing short of a miracle, his brain couldn’t even process it yet. He heard a voice and realized it was his own, cooing into your ear, telling you that you were safe now and everything was going to be alright.
There was a loud bang.
The sound caused your ears to ring so loud you brought your hands up to block your ears. Everything felt so cloudy, like the world wasn’t moving fast enough. Reality didn’t feel tangible anymore, your life felt like something you were watching yourself take part in from above rather than be an active participant in. All you wanted to do was lay down and shut your eyes.
You were vaguely aware of a hand coming up and wrapping itself in your hair, pulling you from the ground to a standing position.
“You just don’t know when to fucking die do you?” David’s voice hissed in your ear.
A light in the distance caught your attention, it was moving towards you. Even Though David was quite intoxicated, his reflexes were much faster than yours, he maneuvered you around so that your back was flat against his chest, and placed the barrel of the gun against your head.
A voice spoke, and you recognized it as Santiago’s, “It’s over, put the gun down.”
Two more lights emerged from either side of the lake.
David stood, swaying a little as he held you.
There was not an ounce of humanity left in his voice as he spoke “did you let them fuck you all at once or just pass you around on different nights? Jesus, I can’t believe I ever loved a whore like you.”
There was another shot, and for a few breathless seconds you thought you were dead. Eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds go by each day and nobody bats an eye, but those seconds seemed to last a lifetime. All you could think about was David’s words - love, love I can’t believe I ever loved a whore like you.
You had experienced anger before, resentment even, but the feeling that coursed through you now was none of those. This was something deeper, something so base and animalistic your body moved without any conscious effort. David had fallen, pulling you to the ground with him.
You pulled yourself up, took hold of a river rock lying next to you on the sand, crawled on top of your husband and sank the rock into his forehead. Then again, and again, and again.
“You didn’t fucking love me” you shouted “That was never love. I was the one that loved, that cared - for the both of us. You hurt me and I stayed because I wanted you to love me so badly. I wanted a life with you and you took that away from us! You! I wish I never fucking met you.”
An arm came around your torso and pulled you away. In the moonlight you could see the husk of flesh that was once David’s face, laying there motionless on the ground.
“He’s dead, he’s dead Summer. You’re okay, you’re okay.” It was Ben’s voice, strong and unwavering as ever.
You felt lightheaded as Ben’s face came into your vision, he was speaking but you couldn’t hear a word of it. You turned your head to see the rest of the men surrounding Frankie who was lying motionless on the sand.
“No, no “ you muttered, trying to pull yourself up but being held back by Ben.
After fleeing your abusive husband and changing your name, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.
Frankie had to stop himself from driving to your house to apologize for most of the day. He should have been more sympathetic to your position and refrained from getting defensive. Of course, that was going to scare you and, of course, you were going to lash out as a result. Everything he had said about trusting you was clearly a lie. You had been very forthcoming about your past, even if you were still anxious. You had trusted him enough to keep putting yourself in uncomfortable situations. He couldn’t even be forthcoming with just one secret.
This fight had highlighted how broken the two of you actually were. Frankie didn’t realize it himself until he started caring for you. The fear of abandonment embedded so deep inside of him he forgot it was there. His instinct was to hold on tight and not let go, and yours was to run. It was tragically ironic. Still, Frankie was hopeful the two of you could find a safe haven in the middle.
While at the bar, he had heard the power on your side of town had gone out and he knew you must have been scared all by yourself. When the five of them got back to his house, Frankie asked the guys to watch Lucy so he could go pick you up and bring you back - or at the very least pay for a hotel for the night.
There was nobody on the roads as he drove. It was unnerving, like a scene from a horror movie; just darkness stretching on for miles. The rain was still coming down hard and visibility was almost non-existent.
Tires came to a stop as Frankie pulled up to your house. He kept the car on, headlights pointed at the door as he ascended the steps. He knocked and called out your name, but nobody answered.
Not caring about the rain, he turned on his cell phone flashlight and went around back, peaking into the sliding glass door. He called for you again, still nothing. The house was empty.
Multiple scenarios raced through his mind in a matter of seconds. Maybe you didn’t make it home and were picked up by somebody on the way. Maybe you were at the diner waiting for the power to come back on, but if that were the case, you would have surely come to his door when you saw him pull up with the Jeep.
Or maybe you had left like you said you would.
Maybe, he had been wrong about you after all and you weren’t some new start in life. You were simply a con, one who had used him and his daughter and Frankie had let you because his desire to be loved outweighed all logic.
He was more mad at himself than at you. If he could have just sat down and explained that trip to you….sometimes it felt like the money was cursed. First Tom, then Katie… and now you. If Frankie knew then just how much damage that trip would have cost him, he would have never agreed to go.
He made his way around to the car and got back in the driver’s seat, slamming the door and staring at the house.
What was he going to tell Lucy? Ever since you had come into their lives, he had seen a shift in her. She was brighter and more confident than she had been in so very long. He would have to tell her at some point, and he knew it would crush her.
He was at a loss for what to do. He didn’t want to move the car, because despite all of this, he didn’t believe it. He didn’t believe you would leave. It had to be something else.
He sat back and adjusted the cap on his head, his hair soaked from the rain. It was then the screen on the car lit up, Will’s caller ID and ringtone coming through the speakers. Frankie accepted the call.
“Fish?” Will asked.
“Yeah?”
“It’s Lucy, hold-on” there was shuffling on the line, then the little girl’s voice came through. “Daddy?”
“Hi Lulu, you okay?” Frankie asked.
“Where are you?”
Frankie put the car in reverse and turned his head to back out of the driveway. “I was at the store getting batteries in case the power goes out.”
“Oh.”
“Why, are you okay?” Frankie asked again.
“Yes- I think you should invite Miss Summer over too. That way, the bad guys can’t get her and she’ll be safe.”
Frankie pressed on the brake so hard it made the car lurch a few inches. “What?”
“The bad guys,” Lucy said.
“What bad guys?” Frankie asked.
“The ones the police are trying to catch.”
If there had been a convict on the loose in July, everybody in town would know about it.
Frankie shook his head, “who told you about the bad guys?”
Lucy took an impatient breath. “The policeman in the restaurant.”
“The-” In an instant, all the pieces clicked into place. It felt as though someone had shot him in the chest and knocked all the breath out of him at once. “Lulu?”
“Yeah?”
“Put Uncle Will on the phone.”
Frankie threw the car in drive and hit the gas so hard it spit up gravel behind him.
Will’s voice came through the line. “Yeah?”
“Listen to me, don’t ask questions. I need you to get Lucy to the people across the street in the motel, then I need you to go into the shop, in my office there is a safe - Lucy’s birthday take it all and meet me at Barnwell State Park, you can find it in maps, I need you to go now. I’ll explain it all later.”
Frankie hung up the phone, turned his high beams on and pushed the pedal down as far as it would go.
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David had put the radio on, but the station was out of range and all that came through was static and the occasional sentence fragment. The windshield wipers were on high, sliding against the glass at a rhythmic pace. You saw floaters dancing around your vision as you opened your eyes, not really registering everything that had happened until a few seconds after you came too. The realization was painful. You wished you could have stayed shrouded in that ignorance.
You sat up just as he pulled off the road and onto a gravel path. You realized quickly that your wrist was bound to the door by his handcuffs. Your gaze shifted to the front part of the cabin and the gun resting barrel down in the cup holder on the central console.
“David,” you said, “are we going home?”
David reached over and took another swig from the water bottle, but said nothing.
“David please,” you said, your hand coming to rest hesitantly on his shoulder then sliding towards the base of his neck. “I made a mistake, and I didn’t know how to come back from it. I missed you. I’ve spent every day missing you.”
David’s hand shot up, grabbing your wrist and jerking it away. A flash of pain shot up your arm. You needed something else. Something that would stop him for a moment, just long enough to allow you a window of escape.
You sat back against the seat, the throbbing in your head coming to plague you once more. You weren’t sure how long it was before the car stopped and he got out. Time didn’t feel like it was moving at a real speed anymore. You flinched as he threw open the door, the gun in his right hand, the handcuff key in his left.
He kneeled down beside you, setting the gun on the floor. You watched as he unlocked the cuff from the door. Once that was finished, he took you by the waist and yanked you to a standing position.The boot on your foot acted as an anchor, weighing you down so much you couldn’t run. You would have to find some way to get that off too.
You felt the barrel of the gun press against your lower back and urge you forward.The further you went into the woods, the less chance you had of walking out alive. You walked on, pretending to trip, and hit the ground hard. It hurt, but not as much as your head did. You drew in a sharp breath and willed yourself to cry. It was harder said than done, but once the floodgates opened, there was no stopping them. You sat up pathetically and brushed gravel off your hands.
David sighed impatiently, coming up in front of you, taking the boot off your foot and discarding it to the side.
“David,” you whimpered, looking up at him with big round eyes. “I left because I felt guilty. I felt guilty that I couldn’t give you a baby and I couldn’t make us a family. I know you wanted one so badly and I know how much it pained you to keep taking me to appointments and going on medication. You deserved more from your wife. So I left because I wanted you to be happy and I wanted to stop hurting you.”
David was looking at you, his expression unreadable.
You continued on, “but as soon as I got here I missed my period and then another, and I went to CVS to buy one of those tests and - and”
David’s eyes scanned your body. The weight you had gained was something David had noticed as soon as he touched you at your house. He attributed it to all the deep fried shit they tried to pass for food in the south….but not a baby.
A baby….
No, no, you were messing with him. This was another con. You didn’t look pregnant, but a lot of women didn’t show for a long time. How far along would you have been? Four, almost five months? It was certainly plausible.
He spoke up, his voice trembling, “if you’re lying to me-”
“I’m not,” you said quickly, pulling yourself up on your knees so you could face him. “I promise David, I haven’t slept with anybody else. Nobody. Even the thought of it just makes me sick. I love you. I wanted to go back. As soon as I knew the baby would be okay, I was going to go back. That way you wouldn’t have to suffer if…” you let your words trail off, allowing him to fill in the rest.
David had a knack for knowing when people were lying. He drew in a long breath and stood, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
You could tell he was thinking, weighing his options. You reached for him, but he reeled back and used the butt of his gun to hit you across the cheek, catching your nose on the side. For a moment, it felt like your right eye was going to pop from its socket. The blood was instant, tasting like metal as it dripped into your mouth.
He took you by the hair and hauled you to your feet, forcing you to stand and using the barrel of his gun to march you forward again. You were panicking now. All your options were slowly crumbling one by one.
David clicked on his flashlight and in the distance, a little way down an edge of trees, stood a dilapidated house. It must have been there for years, judging by the state of it. He helped you down the slope that led to the clearing and kicked the door in with his foot. It tore from the wall easily, the wood splintering as it fell.
He hauled you inside and down a hallway. Each step you took caused the floorboards to crack beneath your feet like a thin layer of ice atop a newly frozen lake. You weren’t sure if there was a basement, but you didn’t really want to find out. The room he pulled you into must have been a bedroom once. The dim glow of his flashlight illuminated an old dresser backed up against the wall, across from it was a metal bed frame, the mattress was nothing more than a pile of brown rot on the floor where animals had come and pulled it apart for nesting material.
He led you forward towards a rusted metal radiator in the corner, then shackled you to the object. Then he turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” You asked “Baby please, David please, I’m scared.”
He looked at you, shook his head, and walked out of the room.
“David! David!”
-
Frankie raced down the sodden back roads, unsure of his intended destination. He knew there were two official entrances to the park and two unofficial roads that lead to the networks of fire breaks woven throughout the forest. He also knew that David wasn’t stupid enough to park his car at a main entrance. There would be security cameras, so that narrowed down access points. The park wasn’t too large either, a few hundred acres. With each of the boys taking a point of access, it wouldn’t be too hard to find you.
Or at least that’s what Frankie kept telling himself to avoid confronting the almost certain possibility that you were already dead.
When he found David, because he would, the plan he had in store for that useless piece of shit topped anything he had done in all his years enlisted. Frankie would not come back from this one, and that was okay with him.
My soul sister and One Brain Cell™️ chaos twin @jedi-mando had a work emergency come up this weekend, and won’t be able to post Chapter Four of Down Payment this evening.
Hopefully it’ll be popping up on a screen near you next Sunday, September 19th! I’ve read it, and I promise, it’s worth the wait.
Thanks so much for being understanding and we’ll see you back next week, same bat time, same bat channel!
A/N: Thanks so much for such a warm welcome of Jayme and Frankie! They truly are an amazing couple and I’m happy to explore more of this universe with you! A huge thank you to my One Braincell™ partner @hotspacepilots for reading this over as I go.
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Explicit language, more Tom being an asshole
It was coming up on a year of Jayme being a part of Frankie’s command. She had fit in beautifully, managed to get them out of a few scrapes, they had all attended Sandy’s wedding to his fiancé, Tom left her alone after the incident, and Frankie had tried his hardest to retain his military bearing around her.
The pre-mission and the post-mission drinks remained a tradition, of course, and they were at yet another pre-mission drinking night. Sandy and his wife, Amy, had left early. She was pregnant and the morning sickness was difficult, but they had managed to come out for Sandy to have a beer with his team. That night Jayme had decided against the regular jeans and shirt she wore and went instead with her black party dress, paired with red high heels and the perfect shade of red lipstick to match. She sauntered up to the guys, who were already gathered around the table, and everyone let out a whistle.
summary: Frankie almost insists on being there for you on a bad day, and your response is more than welcomed.
word count: 2.1k
WARNINGS: period sex (vague descriptions of periods implicitly). 18+ ONLY!!!
DISCLAIMER: this is in no way a depiction of how all periods feel. people who menstruate feel it differently. this is more or less drawn from my own experience.
Gratitude and relief were a bit further of your list of reasons to be happy today.
And if you were completely honest, the list was incredibly short as it was.
You woke up feeling cramps and you already felt the impending doom waiting to take over your body. Surely enough, half hour later you were rushing to the bathroom with a pad in your hand and what you liked to call “the emergency granny panties”, the familiar yet ever annoying pressure in your belly persisting.
Displeased grunts filled the bathroom, much to Frankie’s surprise. He knocked on the door, barely daring to press his ear on the door, let alone insist on walking in on you.
This was a beautiful and delicious birthday present for me from my beloved other braincell, Ariana and I love it just as much as I loved it the first time reading it and just as frankie baby loves his woman
Rating: Mature/Explicit for smut, 18+ only (no minors)
Outline: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x “You” (female reader, no racial description, no physical description, no name, no use of “Y/N”)
Warnings: It’s 1997 and Frankie is 22 years old; older woman/younger man dynamic; former teacher dynamic; kissing; protected P/V sex; nipple play; curse words and vulgar language; 10+ year age gap but everyone is legally an adult; story switches back and forth between Frankie’s POV and Reader’s POV
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Frankie lay close to her, looking deep into her eyes as she practically glowed at him, the soft lamp in her room scattering golden light across her beautiful face. She was perfect, and nothing could change his mind about that.
I can’t even with you, Claire. I have no words so I’m just gonna sit here in the car with my legs crossed and try to stop thinking about a young Frankie Morales letting me ride him…
FUCK.
This is gonna be a long car ride home.
QUICA!!!! I love you so much!!!! I’m tickled PINK that you are enjoying this bumpy ride LOL
Chapter 7 will be even HOTTER if I have anything to say about it!!! :D
Ok MA'AM listen…I know I’ve shouted at you in DMs and whatnot but I read this twice now and I’m off to a bumpy Saturday because I am FERAL for baby Frankie and Teacher! Fuuuuucckkkk you write them with such compassion and softness I can’t.
The fact that he’s so head over heels he wants to marry her? He’s so young and naive and prone to daydreaming and I love that.
Their softness and communication is just so incredibly sweet, she’s like his first taste of lust and love and he can’t get enough and dkaieijxbcddjaowowieidndbcbsmak
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.
