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Auto swept down for a kiss.
"f**k, you're so beautiful, did you know that?"
Frankie said nothing.
"I said did you know that?" He sternly repeated.
When it came to her self esteem, she knew better than to play around with Jason.
"Yes, Daddy."
Auto grinned proudly.
"Um...sir," the teenager at the window squeaked awkwardly.
Auto glared at him or interrupting his moment. Shaking her head, Frankie elbowed him.
"I'll have a small fry."
"She'll have a large."
Frankie questioned why she said no to his proposal.
***
Auto kissed her back. “Did you know you have a patch of freckles here?” He kissed it.
“I think, this patch of freckles is the cutest thing ever.”
“No, no no,” He kissed another patch. “This patch is the cutest ever.”
“Ah, I give up,” He stated. “You're adorable.”
Frankie giggled, pulling the large man onto her body.
“You are so sweet.”
“So are you,” he grinned. “Especially that little sweet spot between your legs.”
“No!” She swatted him away. “Go play with your sons. ”
“But I wanna play with you.”
“Go!”
Huffing, he left her to go play with the boys.
***
“Where's Daddy? Here I am! Where's Daddy? Here I am!”
Auto chuckled, rubbing Jason's cheek as he giggled happily.
“Wanna walk? C'mon! No, no, no bouncing! We're not bouncing, little man."
Jason payed no mind to his daddy. Bouncing gleefully.
“What did your Daddy say? No bouncing! Ow, you're jumping on Daddy's heart.”
J.R just grinned, bending his legs fasters. This was fun!
“J.R, I will crib you. I will."
J.R. just giggled some more.
“Ugh,” He stood up. “Let's go see Mommy, huh? You wanna see Mommy?”
“Mommy's busy,” Frankie called out from the kitchen.
Frankie rolled her eyes. That man was obsessed with her.
“J.R's hungry.”
“There's a bottle in the fridge.”
Auto padded into the kitchen, J.R. in his arms. Bending down, he kissed her forehead, settling the baby into the crook of his elbow. Then, he fished for the bottle in the fridge.
“I think something is wrong with Tommy. He's been sleep all day.”
Frankie had noticed that too. “I'm gonna take him to the doctor tomorrow. Can you keep Junior?”
“Course. Just call me as soon as you get some idea of what wrong.”
“I will.”
***
“I'm so sorry, Ma'am.”
Frankie's eyes watered. “What?”
“He's gonna need chemo. Right away.”
“Chemo? He's a baby. He's not even six months old!”
“The sooner we start treatment, the better his chances.”
God, Auto was gonna go nuts.
***
“No! f**k no! There is nothing wrong with my son, they don't know what their talking about.”
Frankie bit back tears. “They ran the test four times, Jason. It's true.”
Auto paced, disbelief filling his bones. Fear.
“No!” He yelled, flipping over the table, rage simmering in his belly. “NO! You're wrong!”
“Just calm down,” Frankie sniffled.
Her ached. Both at the diagnosis, and Auto's frantic reaction.
“You just told me my son has fuckin cancer, I can't calm down.”
Her heart felt heavy in her chest. Somehow, this had to be her fault. Tommy didn't walk, he was still an infant. He couldn't have been exposed to carcinogens especially not strong enough to manifest his early.
Why was this happening to her baby?
“He's just a baby, Frankie,” Auto said quietly.
“I know.”
“What the hell are we gonna do,” He asked her.
Frankie let another tear slip.
“I don't know.”
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