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Auto's face fell. "What the hell do you mean, you're already married?"
Frankie stepped away from the furious man.
"The night before we met, Donny convinced me to elope. He said he never wanted a circus wedding like my mom wanted. I thought I loved him so I agreed. Now he won't let me get an annulment-"
Auto was out the door.
***
Diana opened the door, the banging incessant.
"Who-? Auto? My, I wasn't expecting you-"
"No time, Mrs. Da Silva. Is Donny here?"
"Why yes, he is but-"
He stalked past the confused woman, heading upstairs. He was gonna tear that b***h apart limb by f*****g limb.
"If it isn't the delinquent, " Gerald jeered, seeing Auto. Auto was in no mood.
"If you don't want your jaw dislocated get the hell outta my way. "
"I'm not scared of you, pretty b-"
Auto punched the man flat on the ground.
"That crack was the sound of your mandible disconnecting from your skull. Enjoy that. "
Gerald groaned, as Auto stomped past him. He searched rooms until he found Donny.
***
Donny came to with a groan.
"What the..." He realized he was upside down over a bridge. "What the-Help!!!"
"Oh no, Donny," Auto crunched on a sub. "No one will help you. Now, you have two choices-"
"What the hell is your problem dude?"
Auto chuckled, taking another bite of his sandwhich.
"My problem?" He swallowed. "My problem is, my woman can't marry me, because she's married to you. Know anything about that Donny-boy?"
Donny smirked. "Ha. So if I don't sign it-"
"Then I let you die and marry her anyway," Auto finished with a shrug. "Win-Win."
Donny grinned nervously. "Y...Your kidding, right."
Auto grinned back shaking his head. "Absolutely not.”
Donny added to the water below him.
***
Auto walked on the door. “Babe, I'm home!”
The twins stirred at their Father's voice, little.lips wobbling.
Frankie was not as moved. “Where the hell have you been?”
Auto took his children from her, both quieting them frown and ensuring their safety.
“The pier,” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“Doing...?”
“A job of sorts,” He said, kissing her head as he rocked the babies. “In other news, you are free to marry me.”
Frankie didn't understand his obsession with marrying her. Honestly, marrying her was a hassle.
“I thought you were player. I thought you didn't like commitments?”
Auto looked in her eyes. Earnestly. “You thought wrong. Maybe I didn't want to settle down at first. By look at these boys.”
He held them in his arms, their heads in the crook of his elbows. They moved their hands in am adorable baby like fashion.
“Look at them, baby girl. Look at you. Who wouldn't want to have this?”
Frankie could think of several people.
“Yeah, but marriage?”
Auto sighed. What did she have against marriage? “Babe, I don't my sons growing up thinking it's okay to be half a man.”
“So this is for the boys?”
“This is for me. For you. For them. For us. I'm not a boy. I'm not your friend. I'm yours. Your mine. These babies? They're ours.”
“Okay? And a piece of paper makes that true?”
“What are you afraid of?” He asked softly. “Why don't you want to be my wife?”
“I don't wanna be anyone's wife. I don't want a husband. I am an independent woman, and I don't need a man.”
Auto stroked the fuzz covering J.R's little head. “I know you don't need me. I didn't say you did. I don't want you to need me. I want you to want me. Do you want me?” His furrowed brows, and innocent yet sinful deep timbre of voice.
She did. She really did. But Auto didn't feel he'd gotten his point across fully.
“Not now. Not when your horny. I mean everyday. Forever and ever. Even if I kill your ex and/or Father, and end up in prison? Even though Grim braids my hair and makes my eyes water? Even though I'm marred, and inked in more ways than one?”
As he listed his faults, he realized, the list did not end there, not by a long shot.
Maybe...
“Even though my own mother couldn't hug me, and my own father sold me. Even though I've killed more people than I've met and I don't regret most of them.”
What if...what if she knew what he didn't? What if he wasn't capable of love?
“Even though I have no clue what love is..."
He trailed off, plopping down, resting the small babies on his chest.
“Maybe you're right,” He admitted quietly. “Maybe I'm not marriage material.” He said to himself.
“Babe? You okay?”
“Yeah," He shook it off, smiling half-heartedly at her.
“I'm fine, baby girl. Perfectly fine.”
“Yes you are,” She mumbled, her eyes lasered to his bare chest.
“Don't start," He grinned.
“Don't take your shirt off," She shot back playfully. Her smile was genuinely, happy she distracted him from his downward spiraling thoughts.
“You know I like laying them on my chest. Now when are you gonna give me a little girl?”
Frankie snorted. “When you carry her for four and half months and I carry her for four and half months and you birth her. Then, I'll give you your girl, gorgeous.”
“What am I? A piece of meat to you?”
“Pretty much!”
Getting up quickly, he laid the babies down in the cot next to the sofa.
“Come here you," He growled, reaching for her.
She squealed, running from him.
“Ah!”
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