Heavy Hands (frerard)

Chapter 29

"Don't want you stressed, though, I don't like a stressed Daddy," I said.

"Yeah? What kind of Daddy do you like then?" He asked.

"A cuddly one," I said.

Frank smiled and leaned across the table to kiss my cheek.

"I love you," he said. "And maybe with enough of these cookies then I can be an extra cuddly daddy."

I smiled at the thought of being able to cuddle with Frank, who was warm and chubby and cuddly.

"That would be nice but I like how you look now," I said. "Toned and muscular but not too bulky."

"Really?" He asked. "Nice to know my working out is appreciated by someone."

I smiled, looking down at him.

"I'm gonna go get a tattoo later, I have an appointment," he said. "Do you wanna come with me?"

"No, that's okay," I said. "I would but needles just scare me too much. What are you gonna get?"

"I'm getting a touch up on some old tats and then after that I'm just getting some small hand tattoos," he said. "I was thinking about shaving my head, getting some head tats too."

"Bald?" I asked.

"It'll grow back," he said. "I just think that it would be cool."

"It would be," I agreed.

I held his hand and he smiled at me.

"How has school been, Baby?" He asked.

"Boring," I mumbled. "It's nice to see Jamia more often, though, I didn't see her as much during break."

"You should invite her over more," he said.

"Also, I'm going to a party this weekend," I said.

"A party?" He asked.

I nodded. "On campus, it's at a frat house, I'm going with Jamia and Josh."

"I don't know how I feel about a frat party," he said. "I know how those things are, I've seen the stats on how many people are drugged and raped. You guys can go to a different party. You can throw a party here too if you want and I'll get you alcohol."

"The three of us are gonna be sticking together the entire time," I said. "And I'm keeping an eye on my drink, I promise."

Frank sighed. "Just be careful, okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

"I know," I said.

He gave me a kiss and I smiled.

"Okay, Daddy, and what have you been working on?" I asked.

Frank seemed a little shocked by the sudden question as he stumbled for what to say.

"Well, just more shipment orders, arguing with the makers of your stuffed animals," he said. "Normal stuff, really."

"Sounds like a lot of hard work, Daddy," I said.

"It's just business," he replied. I don't mind any of it, really. Just the day to day, you know?"

I moved over to sit on his lap.

"Finish your tea, Daddy, it's gonna get cold if you don't drink it," I said.

"I bet it would still taste amazing cold just because you made it," he said.

"I'm not an expert," I said.

"What are you talking about? This is amazing," he said. "You're like a culinary master, maybe you can teach me how to cook one day. I bet you could be a chef if  you really wanted to."

"You think so?" I asked. "I-I don't think I could, I don't cook that much so I don't think that I'm that good."

"Do you have any plans on what you're gonna do after college, Baby?" He asked.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "Just try to pursue something in the arts but I'm not exactly sure as to what."

"I bet you'll do amazing at whatever," he said. "And if you really don't even have to start a career if you really don't want to, I can support the both of us just fine."

"I still feel bad not working," I said.

"Well, do whatever you dream," he said. "Be an artist if you want, you're an amazing painter."

"Painting doesn't make much money," I said.

"It doesn't matter about how much, you can be a starving artist making ten dollars a week but it won't matter because I'll still be making money," he said. "You don't have to be successful, just have some fun, okay, Baby?"

I nodded and he smiled, wrapping his arms around me.

"Gee, Baby, how many cookies did you grab?" He asked.

"Just the Chips Ahoy and the two girl scout cookie boxes," I said. "But none of them were completely full, they were all open."

Frank held my hand, pulling me closer. He pressed his lips against mine, his hand squeezing my ass.

"Naughty, Daddy," I said, pulling his hand away.

Frank smirked up at me and I stood up.

"Daddy, not during the middle of our tea party date," I said.

He smiled, going to the corner where there was a record player. He searched through my shelf of albums, which he had completely stocked before finding one and putting it on. French music started playing softly and he held out his hand, raising his eyebrows. I smiled as I took his hand, my other going to hold his shoulder as he held my waist with his other hand.

The two of us swayed softly and I laid my head down on his shoulder. I heard him chuckle, vibrations running through his body from it. I closed my eyes as we danced, the two of us pressed close together.

"I can't wait to marry you," he muttered. "We're gonna get married to each other and we're gonna have adorable little babies together and we're gonna grow old together too."

I smiled, imagining the two of us taking care of little babies together.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?" I asked.

"I don't know," he mumbled. "I think at least one of each would be really nice. We are adopting so we do kind of get the choice, after all."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I want at least one of each too. Or maybe we can leave it to chance, maybe we can get a surrogate."

"That would be nice too, I'd love to have a baby that looks like you and is as smart and creative as you," he said.

"Or a baby like you," I said. "A baby boy as handsome as you."

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss.

"I wish I could just marry you now," he said. "I can't wait almost a full year to marry you. Why'd we plan it for summer? We could've had a nice winter wedding."

"No, I don't want a winter wedding," I said. "Maybe we can push it up a little to Spring. I can't wait either."

"And then we'll have babies and we'll be able to care for them and love them," he said. "I can't wait to start a family with you," he said.

I stopped dancing to look up at him and he smiled, pulling me close. Frank sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, holding me in his arms until I fell asleep.