Auto set the boys in their playpen.
"So what are we?"
Frankie wished he would let this go. "Boyfriend and girlfriend," she determined.
Auto scoffed. "I'm not a boy. I'm not your friend. Doesn't seem like it fits."
Frankie sighed.
"We're in a committed relationship. Why doesn't this satisfy you?"
"Because I want more," He said firmly. "I want it all. I want all of you. Permanently."
Frankie blinked in his serious face.
"Let's go get the boys some clothes."
"What?!"
***
Auto browed behind Frankie. He was still irritated, but he let it go. For now.
"Hey babe, what about this one?"
He picked up a onesie, showing it to her.
"Daddy's champ," She read aloud. She could just imagine J.R. in that onesie.
Oh, she would take so many pictures.
"Put in basket number two."
Auto did what
