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Frankie smiled coyly.
“C'mon babe, one kiss.” Auto begged.
She pushed his face away. “You don't know how to give me only one kiss.”
“I do, I swear. Please?”
Auto watched her mouth eagerly. He hadn't kissed her in 6 hours—almost the whole day.
“You know how you are—”
“But I haven't kissed you all day.”
Rolling her eyes she consented, welcoming his affections. Auto straddled her, putting all his weight on his elbows. He bent down to kiss her, connecting their lips in a deep kiss. His tongue swept through her mouth, as he ravaged it.
Auto moaned at her taste, kissing her so hard she thought he'd devour her.
Frankie pulled back, panting. “You said one kiss.”
Auto nodded, noting her breasts. Unable to help himself, he fondled her n*****s, knowing her breasts were extra sensitive.
“Auto!”
Her breast were heavy and full. If she didn't get some of her milk out it would start to hurt.
“Do you need me to help you again?”
Hesitant to say yes, she soon relented.
“Okay. That's all though.”
The man grinned, pulling down her nightie.
His babydoll's t**s were swollen, her body was making too much milk for his babies. And being that the kids weren't here yet, she had to do something.
Or he did.
Auto licked her left n****e, before latching onto her.
He sucked on her tit, releasing some of the pressure as he suckled, drinking from her.
Her hand went in his hair, her eyes closed in pleasure. “I think you enjoy this entirely too much.”
Auto grinned devilishly, not moving until he felt a kick. Pulling away, he rested his hands on her belly, his large tattooed hands spanning her swollen belly.
“I don't think they like you taking their food,” She grinned.
As if to agree, they both kicked their Father's hands.
“Hey,” He told her belly, “You're not even here yet.”
They didn't care, they kept kicking until he moved. He faked a glare. “Your children are so hostile.” A fond, fatherly smile took over his face. He leaned down to kiss her belly.
Frankie's hand stayed in his hair, her eyes glued to him, a loving smile on her face. Unbeknownst to her, Tonya took a picture. The young woman had been documenting Frankie's entire pregnancy.
She would not let this picture perfect moment escape her. She had gift for her niece and nephew. A mischievous grin took over her face as she thought of her plan, fading into the hallway.
“Close your ears, children.”
Before Frankie registered what he said, he was kissing her neck, a devilishly handsome smirk.
“Auto,” she moaned trying to be stern.
“Babydoll, look at you, can you blame me?”
She glared at the man. “Yes. You're the reason why I'm pregnant in the first place ”
He smirked slyly. “I regret nothing.”
Better not, she thought.
It's time, he thought.
“I want you to meet my family.”
“My name is Jason.’
Auto stopped what he was doing.
“You want me to do what?”
Frankie's mouth dropped. “Your name is what?”
They both stopped. Starting again, talking over each other.
“You go first, Baby.”
“No you.”
“No you.”
“Just f*****g talk!” Frankie screeched. Auto cringed.
“My real name,” Auto glanced away from her, his cheeks pinking. Only his mother called him that. And only Grim knew it.
And now her.
“Your name is Jason?”
“Yeah. Only my mother called me Jason. But I want you to know my name.”
“Auto—”
“Jason. I'm not Auto to you. I'm just Jason.”
Well that stirred up her pregnancy hormones. She started crying. Jason's eyes widened as he tried to figure out what went wrong.
“That was just so sweet,” she sobbed, “I just feel so important y'know?”
No. He didn't know.
“Now,” He tried to distract her, “What were you saying?”
“I want you to meet my family. Well, my mom.”
“I'd love that, baby doll.”
***
Auto rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw.
“Babydoll, if you fix my collar one more time—”
“Oh,” She fussed with his hair. “I just want this to go smoothly, is all.”
“Frankie,” He grabbed her hands. “Frankie baby, calm down. Everything will be fine.”
“Will it though? My family is...but...”
Sensing her stress, he cupped her tearful face, wiping her tears, a soft look in his dark eyes, usually empty eyes.
Either they were filled with malice, or empty. It was said that looking into his eyes ensured death.
That they were cursed.
But now they were filled to the brim with love, softening his entire mien.
“Listen, everything will be fine. I like you, and nothing they say or do can change that.”
Frankie managed a meager smile, while thinking you'd be surprised.
***
Auto's hand engulfed Frankie's. The family was expecting them, and needless to say, anxious to tear her down.
They knocked on the door, a plate of cookies in hand. Thankfully, her mother came to the door. She smiled sweetly at the man, disregarding the tattoos, the muscle, and focusing on the smile.
He smiled at her so sincerely. Diana quickly took to him. With a protective, possessive hand on her lower back, he helped her in, smiling at her efforts.
Frankie smiled at her mother. “Hello, Mother.”
“Hello, Frankie my dear. This is your boyfriend?”
Auto nodded, extending his hand to her. “I'm...Jason. It's nice to meet you ma'am.”
“The pleasure is all mine. Please, call me Diana. Come in, dinner is ready.”
He nodded respectfully, helping Frankie out of her jacket. Winter was heavy on them, fall was slipping away from them.
“I'll take that,” Diana offered.
Frankie waddled into the dining room. The rest of her relatives were seated. Angela drooled and sneered in one expression. Donny glared. Gerald looked upon the man with contempt.
“Great! She gets knocked up, and then brings back a delinquent.”
Auto instantly too a very strong hatred to Gerald, and it was mutual.
“A delinquent is a child who commits petty crimes. If anything, I'd be a felon.”
Frankie closed eyes, shaking her head. Auto shrugged, giving her an innocent what? look.
“This is my boyfriend, Jason.”
He nodded, but didn't lie and say it was a pleasure. It wasn't.
Jason pulled out Frankie's chair just as Diana came into the room. Jason bent down, to her whispering a quick need anything?
She shook her head. “Fine, thank you.”
With he kissed her head, and sat beside her.
Dinner had not concluded before an argument broke out.
“So Frankie, how long have you known this man?”
“Almost a year.”
“Of course. Donny, when did you and Angela get together?”
Gerald attempted to provoke her with her ex-fiancee's infidelity, but she didn't care.
He wasn't important to her anymore. It no longer affected her.
“Oh, almost a year ago.”
“What a convenience.”
Diana sighed angrily. “Gerald, that's enough.”
“Is it? It's enough she whored around and got knocked up with not one but two bastards—”
Auto's anger flared. “What did you say?”
Gerald grinned, not understanding the context of that malicious question.
“Oh, she didn't tell you? She broke up with her fiance and whored herself the next night.”
Auto clenched the fork in his hand. “Don't call her a w***e. And don't call my children bastards either.”
Not taking him seriously, Gerald snorted.
“What, don't tell me you think their yours? I'd get tested—”
The metal began to give way under his angry hold.
“Those children are mine. I am the only person that Frankie has been with. Ever. I won't allow you to disrespect them either.”
Diana looked at the fork that had been bent in his rage.
“Gerald, why don't we just eat?”
“Mom, why do you stand up for her? She got pregnant, by some random guy.”
By that time, Auto was fighting to keep his composure.
“I'm sitting right here, little girl.”
“Don't talk to my woman that way!” Donny feeblely demanded
Auto sat back, a menacing grin on his face. That was the Auto the world knew.
“Where did you even come from?”
“He got with me, after Frankie refused to satisfy him.”
Frankie sighed, casting a knowing glance at her Mother. This wasn't like all those other times. She had almost always kept her cool.
Auto would not.
“Wow. So lemme get this right: her then fiancée slept with her sister, but she's the w***e?”
“Boy,” Gerald started, Auto cut his eyes at the man sharply.
“I am not a boy. Haven't been for decades. So don't you just keep your mouth before you get yourself in trouble you can't get of.”
Frankie began getting anxious. What if Auto...did something to her Father?
Who would she call to make it go away?
“Jason, please. Let me apologize on behalf of my family. They...”
While the rest of the table looked quite offended, malice drained from his eyes, a softer expression in it's place.
“It's okay, Ms. Diana. I truly appreciate the effort.”
Diana smiled harder than she had in a while. The man was just so charming, she flushed a little.
“Stop it. It's nothing. Frankie, I hope it wasn't too much trouble.”
Diana frowned, her eyes dropping to her daughter's huge belly.
“My little grandbabies are okay? I would never forgive myself if I caused them harm."
Sheer panic gripped her. She knew from experience how bad stress can be for a baby, and these people were beyond stressful.
“Mom, we're fine,” Frankie gave a consoling smile, rubbing her belly, “But thanks for the concern.”
Diana stood up, frowning. “I think it's best if you leave. I will visit you very soon. And when you have those cuties, please call me.”
Auto grinned, helping Frankie into her coat once more.
“We will, Ms. Diana.”
With that they left.
- Writer
