Frankie got the call a few hours later.
The county jail. She answered.
Jason clenched his teeth. He didn't mean to make her worry.
“I'm fine,” He started. “They think I committed a robbery—some gas station. I didn't, and they can't hold me with no evidence. So I'll be home soon.”
“...Okay. You be careful.”
Jason smirked. “It's just county jail, baby doll. I'll be fine. I love you.”
“I love you too, Jason.”
Sure enough, not even an hour later he was released. He rushed home, eager to be with his family again.
He unlocked the door with a smile, breathing in the scent of spaghetti and—ooohhh Cookies!
“You're home!” Frankie smiled lovingly, flying into his arms. Auto pressed his nose against her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent.
She kisses his cheek, wiggling out of his arms. She w
