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Hi Al!
I'm back with my Ask games again!
This time we have a spring based prompts theme. You get a spring prompt and a character and I'd like to know your head canon/immediate thoughts on the combination.
Character: Frankie Morales
Prompt: cherry blossom
With love,
El
Hi El,
Well this took me bloody ages, but thank you so much for the ask as it set of my brain into a Frankie ✨whirlwind ✨
It inspired a little drabble for the 1940’s Pilot Frankie from my mini series Endurance
It’s pure fluff!
Much love 🖤
Cherry Blossom (580 words)
1940’s Pilot Frankie x f!reader
London, 1948
Frankie dreams of cherry blossoms. On the nights when he’s not awake because of the nightmares, or swaying the baby gently to sleep, he dreams of cherry blossoms drifting through the breeze and catching in your hair.
Of course, cherry blossoms will always make him think of you, those pink petals had been blowing in the wind when he’d first caught sight of you in the Blythe House cottage garden, furious at the wet sheet you were trying to hang on the line that was escaping your grasp.
The sky had been permanently grey the spring of 1944, as if the war had sucked up all the joy and colour, leaving the world in sepia tone. But the pink of the blossom had valiantly tried to remain, despite the constant rain, despite the thick clouds that obscured the sunlight.
There had been a scowl on your beautiful face, mouth set in a hard line as you’d scrambled to catch the sheet. You’d glared at him and he’d known then he was lost forever. He’d never jumped a wall faster.
Today he breaths in the clear, fresh spring air and lets it fill his lungs. Drinking in the promise of longer evenings, blue skies and walks in the park under the London blossoms with his ladies. That’s what he calls you, his little family, the ladies.
Exactly a year ago, you had walked through this very park, Santi in his best suit, holding out his arm to Hannah so she could link with him. She kept repeating that she was ‘so proud’ to be on the arm of such a handsome man, her sweet Scottish burr making Santi preen at the compliments and suggesting to her perhaps he needed to go north of the boarder to find a ‘nice British wife like Frankie’.
You were just married, a wedding procession from the registry office back to your shared house in Belgravia. You’d insisted on walking, wanted to stroll through the blossoms as husband and wife, finally, and let your daughter Theo run ahead excitedly. So pretty in her bridesmaid dress, inherited from one of your little sisters, silk sash around her tummy and wild flowers threaded into her chocolate coloured curls so carefully by Hannah. The mirror image of Frankie… just a different name on her birth certificate.
It was under a cherry tree where he’d first realised he loved you. Stolen kisses in the dark, a hunger that couldn’t be sated that night. He still can’t believe he gets to call you his, that fate had bought him back to you. You were the light that he kept burning bright, even in the darkest of days in occupied France.
He can’t stop the nightmares, the memories that refuse to leave, whispers in the dark of what might have been, what was for so many. But waking up next to you, being able to pull you close and breathe in your scent, taste the salt on your skin, it means he’s alive.
Alive. Alive. Alive.
As you walk through the park, his hand is threaded through yours, you lean into him and press a kiss into his cheek. As is your want, as is your right, now you’re just another married couple walking through the trees and admiring the first signs of spring.
“One year married Lady, who’d have thought.”
“It feels like a dream Frankie.”
Blossoms swirl through the air as Frankie meets your eyes, so much said with just one look, before he takes the breath right out of you with a soft kiss.
😍🥵🫠😍 literally how I felt reading this
Right On Cue- Frankie Morales x f!reader
Main Masterlist | Frankie Morales Masterlist
Pairing: Bartender!frankie Morales x Waitress!f!reader
Summary: The quiet bartender lends you a hand after you've closed up for the night.
Rating: E for EXPLICIT MDNI 18+
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied but otherwise undescribed. Oral sex f receiving, protected PIV, that's pretty much it. this is just PWP
Author's Notes: shoutout to my love @pedgito for beta reading for me!
“Hey! Sweetheart! Can we get another round?”
You roll your eyes at the pet name. As much as you hate it, the dickheads who use them usually tip the best. Unfortunately, they’re also the most likely to try to cop a feel. Luckily, there’s no tolerance for that here. The bartender, Frankie, never hesitates to kick out an asshole who puts his hands where they don’t belong. Honestly, it’s kind of surprising how sharp an eye he has for it. It’s like he has eyes in the back of his head. He always makes sure there’s a gratuity added to their tab before he kicks their asses to the curb.
You don’t know much about him. He’s worked here longer than anyone but he doesn’t socialize much. He’s probably the only bartender you ever met that didn’t drink. He’s all broad shoulders and brooding. A man of few words but never an unkind one. All the girls have a crush on him, you’re no exception. As far as you know, he’s never taken any of them up on their offers. The skin around his eyes crinkles when he smiles. On the rare occasion that you can get a laugh out of him, the deep boom goes straight to your bones.
“Hey Frankie. Need another round for the assholes at table three.”
He turns to face you and nods his head in their direction. “They giving you any trouble?”
“No. Not like that. Just drunk and annoying.” you assure him.
He pops the top off the beers and places them on your tray. “You’ll let me know if they start bothering you?”
“I promise.”
You put a little extra swish into your hips as you walk away. Just in case he’s looking.
Two hours, two spilled drinks and about ten thousand steps later, you finally hear the words you look forward to every night. “Last call!” Frankie shouts from behind the bar. All of your tables attempt to get your attention, desperate for their last drink of the night. You make it a point to hit the table with the assholes last, slamming their beers on the table harder than you normally would. By this point you are fed up with their shit. Drunk ass dude bros are not your favorite people in the world, and this is your sixth day straight of work.
“Thanks doll.” one drawls while slipping a bill into the waistband of your shorts. You swat his hand away, but your snarky reply gets caught in your throat as you hear a voice from directly behind you.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself.” Frankie says, reaching past your shoulder and grabbing the man by his collar. He drags him up from the stool and the man has a hard time finding his footing.
“I was just thanking her for a job well done.” he smirks, not even realizing how badly he’s fucked up. Frankie smiles and you see a darkness flash through his eyes. Maybe he enjoys this part of the job a little too much , you think.
Later, once the doors have been locked for the evening, you rush to the break room, desperate to kick off the high heels that are required as part of your uniform. You pull your sandals out of your backpack and sit on the bench.you kick the heels off and bring one foot up onto the opposite knee. Just as you dig your thumb into the arch of your foot, Frankie comes in. Your eyes connect with his just as you groan “Oh, fuck.” He raises his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth turns up slightly.
“That good, huh?” he asks.
“Oh shut up! You try wearing those things for ten hours.” you tell him. You slide your feet into your sandals and make your way back out to the floor. This place isn’t gonna clean itself. It’s your turn to mop the floors so you have to wait for everyone else to finish before you can leave. Luisa comes by to say goodnight on her way out. She looks over to where Frankie stands behind the bar, drying glasses. She bumps your shoulder with hers.
“Hope you and your boyfriend have a good night!” she sings with a wink. Being married, Luisa is probably the only woman in the building not interested in Frankie. She’s convinced herself, and tried to convince you, that he’s secretly in love with you. She loves teasing you about it, because she knows that you’ll never make a move on your own.
“Shut up!” you hiss at her through clenched teeth. You look over your shoulder, checking that he didn’t hear. His back is to you and he seems busy with his own work. His body language gives no indication that he has overhead. “Will you get out of here?” you say, swatting her behind with your bar towel. She laughs all the way out the door and you roll your eyes.
Frankie stocks the bar while you mop, singing along to the country music pouring out of the bar speakers. Once you’ve finished, you begin to roll the mop bucket back towards the back. A wheel snags on the corner of the pool table leg, tipping the bucket and sending disgusting mop water everywhere.
“Fuck!” you shout as the brown water splashes over your sandals. Just as tears begin to form in your eyes, Frankie comes running from behind the bar with a bag of bar towels in his hand.
“Here.” he shoves a couple of towels into your hands and drops to his knees. You join him on the floor and begin mopping up the water with the towels. You sniffle, trying to hold your tears back. “Hey, it's okay.” He assures you, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. You want to lean into his touch but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared.
You and Frankie work together to get all the water cleaned up. One towel after another, until almost the whole bag is gone. You deposit the soaking towels into the now empty mop bucket. “Thanks for helping.” you tell Frankie. He offers you enough of a smile that you can see the hint of a dimple in his cheek.
“Anytime. Now let’s get outta here.” he rolls the mop to the back room and you head to the break room. You wash your hands and use a wet paper towel to scrub the gunk that was on the floor from your knees. You grab your backpack and take a last look in the mirror before heading out. You straighten your clothes and head back out to the floor. You set your stuff down on the pool table and wait for Frankie to emerge.
“Let me just grab my stuff,” he says. He’s removed his flannel overshirt and is using it to dry his hands. His gray t-shirt is stretched taut across his chest and biceps. You can’t help but be drawn to the way his muscles move as he dries his hands. He tosses the shirt over his shoulder and reaches below the bar for his wallet and keys. He turns the music off and does one last check to make sure everything is shut down for the night. “Ready?” he asks.
You nod and reach out your hand. You grab his bicep softly and when his eyes lock on yours, you feel something shift between you. “Thanks again for helping me out. Sorry you had to stay even later.” He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it gently.
“Like I said,” he begins, moving his face even closer to yours. So close, in fact, you can feel his breath on your skin when he continues, “anytime.”
“I appreciate that.” you reply, almost in a whisper. You close the distance between your faces even more. Just as you open your mouth to say something else, Frankie’s bottom lip brushes your top one. You suck in a breath and he uses the opportunity to catch your bottom lip in between his own. His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You moan when he slides his tongue along yours and he swallows it up, drinking it down.
You savor the smell of him, sweat and the fresh scent of his soap or deodorant. His other hand comes to rest at the small of your back and he uses it to bring you closer still. His chest presses up against yours, your hands circle his neck. You can feel the stiffness in his jeans against your thigh.
You knock his hat to the ground and change the angle of your head, allowing him to kiss you even deeper. He runs his hands down the length of your torso, squeezing on the way down, like he wants to feel every inch of you. You’ll be damned if you don’t want the same. He grips the meat of your ass with his large hands and now it's his turn to moan. He picks you up and sets you on the edge of the pool table. His lips never leave yours. You’re surprised to find that he’s just as ravenous for you as you have been for him. Maybe Luisa was right.
You slip your hands under his shirt and feel the warm skin of his firm chest. You lightly scrape your nails down his chest and caress the soft swell of his stomach. You run your finger over the trail of hair that leads down and disappears below the top of his jeans.
“ Fuck, baby.” he whimpers against your lips. You grab the hem of his shirt and begin tugging it upwards. Once the shirt has been dropped to the still drying floor a fire lights in his eyes. “Is this okay?” he asks, grabbing the bottom of your shirt.
“Yes, please. I’ve been wanting this for so long.”
He rips your shirt off you and unhooks your bra with nimble fingers. He drops them both onto the pool table and steps back a little. His eyes rake over your exposed breasts and his tongue runs across his lips, wetting them. You shiver under his gaze and he steps closer, pressing himself right back up against you. He rests his hands below your breasts and thumbs your nipples.
“You have no fucking idea how long I’ve wanted you like this, baby.” he tells you before devouring your mouth with his own once more. You palm his hardening length through his jeans and feel it twitch under your touch. “ Fuck.” he groans.
You unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans and shove your hand down his boxer briefs. Past the coarse hair, you take his cock into your hand and his hips buck against you.
“Please, Frankie.” you moan. The feel of his thick cock has you growing wetter by the second.
“Please what, baby?”
“I need more.” you say, desperate to feel him on you, in you.
“Stand up.”
You follow his directions and when you rise he places his hands on your shoulders and spins you around. He grabs both wrists and places your hands on the soft green felt of the pool table, far out in front of you. “Keep them there.” he orders. You wouldn’t dare move them. His fingers curl around the elastic of your biker shorts and underwear and he pulls them down your legs. He lifts your feet one at a time, sliding them out of your clothes before placing them back in your sandals. He deposits them on the table with the rest of your clothes.
You stand there, knees slightly bent, ass out on display, and wait for what's next. You hear some shuffling and the clinking of Frankie’s belt as he sheds the remainder of his own clothes. He comes up behind you and you can feel his hard cock pressed up against your ass. His hand snakes around to your front and he runs his fingers through your folds.
“Is this all for me?” he asks when he finds you already soaked for him.
“Yes, Frankie. It’s all for you.”
He taps the outside of your thigh with two fingers. “Lift this for me.”
You lift your leg and he places your knee on the edge of the pool table. He drops to his knees below you and takes in the sight of you. “Fucking perfect.” he almost whipsers. You aren’t sure whether he’s talking to you or himself but it doesn’t matter because he licks a broad stripe from your dripping entrance up to your clit. Your knees almost buckle under the sensation but he’s there to keep you steady.
“It’s a little early for your knees to be giving out already.” he teases.
“Do you ever shut up?” you ask breathlessly.
He responds with another long, slow lick. And then another. He doesn’t stop until he’s brought you to orgasm with nothing but his mouth and fingers. When he rises from his knees he directs you to keep your knee on the table. He slides his latex covered cock over your pussy before lining himself up.
“You ready for me?” he asks and you can hear the fucking smirk on his face.
“I’m ready. Please. Fuck me.”
He growls in response and breaches your entrance. The stretch of him feels divine. His cock parts your walls, making a home for itself inside of you. He goes slowly. He knows he’s a lot to take. He kisses your shoulder and your neck, whispering praise in your ear until he’s nestled firmly inside you.
He places one hand on your hip and the other on your shoulder. He pulls out of you slowly, until just the tip of him remains. He starts with long, slow strokes. The drag of his cock along your walls has you dripping all over him. You can feel the hair at his base is soaked when it brushes against your ass. He picks up his pace, hitting something inside of you that makes your legs shake. With every thrust, he’s pulling you down onto his cock with the hand on your shoulder.
“Oh fuck, Frankie! Right there, baby!” Your cries echo off the walls of the empty bar and Frankie lets out a growl from deep in his chest.
“You keep screaming my name like that and I won’t last much longer.”
He brings his hand to your pussy and feels where he is splitting you open. He drags his fingers up to your clit and circles it. The dual stimulation sends you hurtling towards the edge of your next orgasm. Your cunt begins to flutter around Frankie’s cock and he increases the speed of his fingers.
“Oh, God! Oh fuck! I’m fucking coming!” you shout and are overcome with the intensity of your orgasm. Frankie’s breath comes hard and fast out of his nose but his thrusts don’t falter and his fingers don’t stop.
“Come on, baby, I want one more. Just gimme one more." His words are strained and said through gritted teeth. You are straddling the line between pleasure and overstimulation when another orgasm slams right into the tail end of the first one. Your legs finally give out and Frankie holds you up, still pounding into you.
Your shouts fill the room and Frankie’s thrusts begin to slow in speed, but they somehow reach even deeper than before. One, two, three sharp snaps of his hips and he spills himself inside the condom. You both collapse, spent, onto the surface of the pool table and attempt to catch your breath. After a few moments, Frankie’s weight on your back is pressing the edge of the table into your abdomen.
“Frankie?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I can’t fucking breathe.”
“Oh shit! Sorry!” he lifts his weight off of you and grips the base of his softening cock, holding tightly to the condom and pulls out of you with a hiss. He scoops his clothes from the floor with one hand and nods towards the bathroom. “I'm gonna go clean up. Wait for me?”
You nod and gather your own clothes from the pool table.you toss your bra into your backpack and pull the rest of your clothes on. Frankie exits the bathroom and grabs his hat from the floor. He puts it on and gives you a quick kiss. He pats his pockets for his belongings then slides an arm around your shoulders.
“Ready to go?” he asks.
“Do you wanna go get some breakfast with me? I’m starving and I could go for some pancakes right now.”
He smiles and presses a kiss to your temple. “How ‘bout I make you some pancakes?”
“Really?”
“They’re kind of my specialty. My kids love them.”
You raise an eyebrow. He’s never talked about his personal life before. “You have kids?
“Yup. Two of ‘em. Come on. I’ll tell you all about them while I cook.”
“I’d love that.”
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Friday Night
Summary: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Part of the Parents to Lovers series, set between Paint with Me and Between Us
Warnings/Tags: MDNI, GO ON GET! Cuteness, little splash of smut, oral M!receiving, anxious reader, cussing, I think that's it but if anyone sees something I should add that I forgot let me know!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Thank you so very much @beefrobeefcal, my fellow Frankie obsessed friend for taking a look at this and continuously helping me with my writing. @endlessthxxghts for also taking a look at this and offering your expertise much appreciated bb! Last but not least, @jay-zzle GUURRRLLLLL!!! Moodboards(like this one), story ideas, screaming with me about Pedro, thank you for meeting my delulu at the same level. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers
dividers provided by @saradika-graphics
“I’m so close,” Frankie hisses, gripping the couch cushion, knuckles turning white with the force. His cock twitches in your mouth, your hands feeling the tension in his thighs as you bob along his length, eyes looking up to watch him. His eyebrows scrunch together, chest heaving, his neck and face flushed with a crimson color.
He groans, watching your swollen lips wrapped around him as he comes into your mouth.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen at his words as you swallow every drop with a hum. Releasing his length with a soft pop, you crawl into his lap. You couldn't help but let your smile spread across your face. Leave it to you and your luck to have the man you are smitten with admit he loves you as you make him come with your mouth.
Frankie's eyes remain heavy lidded as he watches you with a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"So," you giggle, walking your fingers up his chest with a cocked eyebrow. "You love me, huh?”
He grabs the back of your neck, smashing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss.
“That’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah,” Frankie says, neck and cheeks flushing with warmth even more.
“Hmm,” you laugh, “What a way to let a girl know.”
“It’s true though, ya know? I do love you. Definitely didn’t want it to come out that way, had thought of a better way to tell you but shit happens,” Frankie says with a shrug.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin, “So, does that mean you’d want to meet the guys finally?”
The men are more so brothers to him than friends. He’s brought up introducing you to them before, but it just seemed too soon. It’s been five months, and things seem to be going in a more serious direction. You’ve tried to put it off, though now it seems like it might be the right time.
—
Frankie: Sitter just got here. Headed your way 😘
It’s Friday night, you’re finally going to meet Frankie’s friends, the men who mean just as much to him as Missy. Dressed in your favorite jeans, your lucky AC/DC shirt, and your sneakers, you’re pacing outside on the sidewalk waiting for Frankie to arrive.
“You’ve got this,” you mutter to yourself. If anyone were to see you they’d probably think you were nuts but you didn’t care; your nerves were getting the better of you, the voice inside your head making all sorts of suggestions like, why you picked that outfit or that you’re underdressed. “Stop that, you’re meeting them at a bar for fuck sakes,” you hiss at yourself.
You hear Frankie’s truck approaching and stop your pacing. It’s darker out but you can still see him through the windshield, that standard oil ball cap on, and the wide grin on his face when he sees you. He stops beside the sidewalk, leaning over the center console to push the passenger side door open for you.
“Didn’t think you’d be waiting outside for me,” he laughs, as you get in the cab of his truck.
“Nervous,” you shrug, giving him a quick kiss before buckling in.
“Nervous?” Frankie asks, perplexed, “About what?”
“Just nervous they aren’t going to like me,” you say quietly, picking at the skin around your thumbnail.
“Baby,” Frankie says, grabbing your hand, “You make me happy and they know that. That’s all they care about. No need to worry about anything.”
You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. You’re already feeling more calm now that you’re with Frankie.
—
It was a short drive to the bar they frequent the most. Frankie’s told you many stories about this bar and their shenanigans there. As you enter the bar you can feel some of the tension leaving your body. It’s a nice little place, not very well-lit but it gives off a comforting vibe. There’s a jukebox in the corner, a rough-looking gentleman behind the bar, and a table where you see three men beginning to stand, waving at you and Frankie.
“Fish!” A tall blonde shouts, “You finally brought your girl!”
“I did!” Frankie says, his hand at your lower back guiding you over to his friends, “Finally talked her into meeting you assholes.”
Frankie began laughing and giving hugs to his friends before you all sat at the table.
“Alright babe, this is Will, Santi, and Benny,” Frankie says pointing to each man, who in turn raises their hand.
“So he had to convince you to meet us?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow.
“It wasn’t really like that,” you laugh, “I was just nervous is all.”
“We don’t bite,” Santi said with a smile, “Well not all of us,” he added, glancing at Benny.
“It was one fucking time. Will you let it go?” Benny grumbled, crossing his arms, “I told you if you didn’t let me go I was going to do it.”
“I’m gonna get a beer,” Frankie said, nudging your arm, “Want anything?”
“Margarita, please.”
“Sure thing,” he said, kissing your temple before leaving the table.
“So,” Will started, leaning closer to the table, “You get along with Missy?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Santi murmured, “Ironhead, leave her alone. Remember meeting Nora at Missy’s birthday party last month?”
“Nora?” Benny asked, whipping his head towards Santi, “The one that hit me in the nuts with the water balloon?”
“She did what?!” You asked, “I’m so sorry!”
“Guys, this is Nora’s mom,” Santi explained, gesturing towards you.
“Oh fuck! I forgot you’re a MILF!” Benny exclaimed, earning him a smack from Will to the back of the head.
“Here you go, babe,” Frankie said, setting your margarita down in front of you. Immediately grabbing it to take a drink, hoping it soothes your nerves after that small interrogation from Will.
—
The conversation and drinks flow as you hear more stories about Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will. From their time in the army and their many adventures in life after. You learn that the men have been there a lot for Frankie, his journey as a single dad, and the struggles he’s dealt with. It’s apparent that Missy is a big part of their lives just as she is in Frankie’s. They each spoke fondly of her and how much they adore her.
“I’ll be back,” Frankie grunts, standing up with a stretch, “Bout to piss myself.”
“Please don’t,” Santi laughs, “I don’t have a spare pair of pants this time.”
You give Santi a curious look as Frankie glares at him shaking his head, making his way to the bathroom.
“Story for another time, hermosa,” Santi says with a wicked grin.
“What’s the deal with you and Frankie?” Will blurts out, once Frankie is out of earshot.
“Yeah,” Benny agrees, “What’s the deal?”
“Not quite sure what you mean,” you start, “But if you’re asking what we are, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend?”
“No, we get that,” Will replies with a sigh, “What I mean is what are your intentions with him? Where do you see this going?”
“Jesus christ, Will,” Santi scolds, “You need to leave her alone with the intense questions!”
“I’m just a concerned friend,” Will snaps, then turns towards you, “Do you see this lasting long term or is this just a fling?”
“Well,” you start, “It’s not just a fling by any means. I love Frankie. I know you are looking out for him and are protective, I can respect that. No need to worry though, the last thing I would want is Frankie’s heart to be broken or mine.”
“Do you get along with Missy?” Benny pipes in, “You never really answered that question earlier.”
“Missy is such a sweetheart. I have her over at my house all the time to play with Nora and she loves it when she gets to stay the night,” you smile thinking about the last slumber party the girls had, baking cookies together making a mess of your kitchen, “She’s a cool kid but we haven’t told the girls yet. We want to wait until we’re more sure of where things are going if you’re concerned about that.”
Will and Benny nod, listening to what you have to say. Santi gives you a warm smile.
“Told you guys,” Santi hums, taking a swig from his beer, “Why would you question anything when Frankie’s been so positive when he talks about her?”
“Rose-tinted glasses my friend, rose-tinted glasses,” Will replies, “We’ve all been there.”
“Hey guys, I’m back,” Frankie says, taking his place beside you, “Sorry, sitter called.”
“Missy okay?” you ask, concern etching your face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Frankie smiles, brushing his hand along your shoulder, “Just wanted to tell me good night.”
“She’s so sweet,” Will smiles fondly.
“She can be,” Frankie laughs, “So did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“Not much,” Will replies, nodding his head towards you with a smile, “Finally got yourself a good one Fish.”
Frankie smiles at you, tips of his ears going a slight pink, and he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
I’m so glad you liked it! ❤️
Friday Night
Summary: First time Frankie tells you he loves you and finally meeting the boys.
Part of the Parents to Lovers series, set between Paint with Me and Between Us
Warnings/Tags: MDNI, GO ON GET! Cuteness, little splash of smut, oral M!receiving, anxious reader, cussing, I think that's it but if anyone sees something I should add that I forgot let me know!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Thank you so very much @beefrobeefcal, my fellow Frankie obsessed friend for taking a look at this and continuously helping me with my writing. @endlessthxxghts for also taking a look at this and offering your expertise much appreciated bb! Last but not least, @jay-zzle GUURRRLLLLL!!! Moodboards(like this one), story ideas, screaming with me about Pedro, thank you for meeting my delulu at the same level. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Masterlist||AO3 Link||Parents to Lovers
dividers provided by @saradika-graphics
“I’m so close,” Frankie hisses, gripping the couch cushion, knuckles turning white with the force. His cock twitches in your mouth, your hands feeling the tension in his thighs as you bob along his length, eyes looking up to watch him. His eyebrows scrunch together, chest heaving, his neck and face flushed with a crimson color.
He groans, watching your swollen lips wrapped around him as he comes into your mouth.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widen at his words as you swallow every drop with a hum. Releasing his length with a soft pop, you crawl into his lap. You couldn't help but let your smile spread across your face. Leave it to you and your luck to have the man you are smitten with admit he loves you as you make him come with your mouth.
Frankie's eyes remain heavy lidded as he watches you with a half-smile tugging at his lips.
"So," you giggle, walking your fingers up his chest with a cocked eyebrow. "You love me, huh?”
He grabs the back of your neck, smashing his mouth against yours in a desperate kiss.
“That’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but yeah,” Frankie says, neck and cheeks flushing with warmth even more.
“Hmm,” you laugh, “What a way to let a girl know.”
“It’s true though, ya know? I do love you. Definitely didn’t want it to come out that way, had thought of a better way to tell you but shit happens,” Frankie says with a shrug.
“I love you too.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin, “So, does that mean you’d want to meet the guys finally?”
The men are more so brothers to him than friends. He’s brought up introducing you to them before, but it just seemed too soon. It’s been five months, and things seem to be going in a more serious direction. You’ve tried to put it off, though now it seems like it might be the right time.
—
Frankie: Sitter just got here. Headed your way 😘
It’s Friday night, you’re finally going to meet Frankie’s friends, the men who mean just as much to him as Missy. Dressed in your favorite jeans, your lucky AC/DC shirt, and your sneakers, you’re pacing outside on the sidewalk waiting for Frankie to arrive.
“You’ve got this,” you mutter to yourself. If anyone were to see you they’d probably think you were nuts but you didn’t care; your nerves were getting the better of you, the voice inside your head making all sorts of suggestions like, why you picked that outfit or that you’re underdressed. “Stop that, you’re meeting them at a bar for fuck sakes,” you hiss at yourself.
You hear Frankie’s truck approaching and stop your pacing. It’s darker out but you can still see him through the windshield, that standard oil ball cap on, and the wide grin on his face when he sees you. He stops beside the sidewalk, leaning over the center console to push the passenger side door open for you.
“Didn’t think you’d be waiting outside for me,” he laughs, as you get in the cab of his truck.
“Nervous,” you shrug, giving him a quick kiss before buckling in.
“Nervous?” Frankie asks, perplexed, “About what?”
“Just nervous they aren’t going to like me,” you say quietly, picking at the skin around your thumbnail.
“Baby,” Frankie says, grabbing your hand, “You make me happy and they know that. That’s all they care about. No need to worry about anything.”
You let out a breath, squeezing his hand. You’re already feeling more calm now that you’re with Frankie.
—
It was a short drive to the bar they frequent the most. Frankie’s told you many stories about this bar and their shenanigans there. As you enter the bar you can feel some of the tension leaving your body. It’s a nice little place, not very well-lit but it gives off a comforting vibe. There’s a jukebox in the corner, a rough-looking gentleman behind the bar, and a table where you see three men beginning to stand, waving at you and Frankie.
“Fish!” A tall blonde shouts, “You finally brought your girl!”
“I did!” Frankie says, his hand at your lower back guiding you over to his friends, “Finally talked her into meeting you assholes.”
Frankie began laughing and giving hugs to his friends before you all sat at the table.
“Alright babe, this is Will, Santi, and Benny,” Frankie says pointing to each man, who in turn raises their hand.
“So he had to convince you to meet us?” Will asked, raising his eyebrow.
“It wasn’t really like that,” you laugh, “I was just nervous is all.”
“We don’t bite,” Santi said with a smile, “Well not all of us,” he added, glancing at Benny.
“It was one fucking time. Will you let it go?” Benny grumbled, crossing his arms, “I told you if you didn’t let me go I was going to do it.”
“I’m gonna get a beer,” Frankie said, nudging your arm, “Want anything?”
“Margarita, please.”
“Sure thing,” he said, kissing your temple before leaving the table.
“So,” Will started, leaning closer to the table, “You get along with Missy?”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Santi murmured, “Ironhead, leave her alone. Remember meeting Nora at Missy’s birthday party last month?”
“Nora?” Benny asked, whipping his head towards Santi, “The one that hit me in the nuts with the water balloon?”
“She did what?!” You asked, “I’m so sorry!”
“Guys, this is Nora’s mom,” Santi explained, gesturing towards you.
“Oh fuck! I forgot you’re a MILF!” Benny exclaimed, earning him a smack from Will to the back of the head.
“Here you go, babe,” Frankie said, setting your margarita down in front of you. Immediately grabbing it to take a drink, hoping it soothes your nerves after that small interrogation from Will.
—
The conversation and drinks flow as you hear more stories about Frankie, Santi, Benny, and Will. From their time in the army and their many adventures in life after. You learn that the men have been there a lot for Frankie, his journey as a single dad, and the struggles he’s dealt with. It’s apparent that Missy is a big part of their lives just as she is in Frankie’s. They each spoke fondly of her and how much they adore her.
“I’ll be back,” Frankie grunts, standing up with a stretch, “Bout to piss myself.”
“Please don’t,” Santi laughs, “I don’t have a spare pair of pants this time.”
You give Santi a curious look as Frankie glares at him shaking his head, making his way to the bathroom.
“Story for another time, hermosa,” Santi says with a wicked grin.
“What’s the deal with you and Frankie?” Will blurts out, once Frankie is out of earshot.
“Yeah,” Benny agrees, “What’s the deal?”
“Not quite sure what you mean,” you start, “But if you’re asking what we are, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend?”
“No, we get that,” Will replies with a sigh, “What I mean is what are your intentions with him? Where do you see this going?”
“Jesus christ, Will,” Santi scolds, “You need to leave her alone with the intense questions!”
“I’m just a concerned friend,” Will snaps, then turns towards you, “Do you see this lasting long term or is this just a fling?”
“Well,” you start, “It’s not just a fling by any means. I love Frankie. I know you are looking out for him and are protective, I can respect that. No need to worry though, the last thing I would want is Frankie’s heart to be broken or mine.”
“Do you get along with Missy?” Benny pipes in, “You never really answered that question earlier.”
“Missy is such a sweetheart. I have her over at my house all the time to play with Nora and she loves it when she gets to stay the night,” you smile thinking about the last slumber party the girls had, baking cookies together making a mess of your kitchen, “She’s a cool kid but we haven’t told the girls yet. We want to wait until we’re more sure of where things are going if you’re concerned about that.”
Will and Benny nod, listening to what you have to say. Santi gives you a warm smile.
“Told you guys,” Santi hums, taking a swig from his beer, “Why would you question anything when Frankie’s been so positive when he talks about her?”
“Rose-tinted glasses my friend, rose-tinted glasses,” Will replies, “We’ve all been there.”
“Hey guys, I’m back,” Frankie says, taking his place beside you, “Sorry, sitter called.”
“Missy okay?” you ask, concern etching your face.
“Yeah, yeah,” Frankie smiles, brushing his hand along your shoulder, “Just wanted to tell me good night.”
“She’s so sweet,” Will smiles fondly.
“She can be,” Frankie laughs, “So did I miss anything while I was gone?”
“Not much,” Will replies, nodding his head towards you with a smile, “Finally got yourself a good one Fish.”
Frankie smiles at you, tips of his ears going a slight pink, and he nods, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
Oh youuuu! ❤️❤️❤️ Wouldn’t have it any other way! ILY 🥰
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
Goober is a menace even in fiction! 🤣
Yessss! I’m so excited to see this little family grow 😍
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
Goober will accept all snoot boops! I’m glad you liked it! ❤️
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
Yes! I’m so glad they wore Frankie down 😍
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
They deserved a dog! 🥰
Goober
Summary: On a stormy night, a dog makes a dash for the garage. Frankie is insistent, like all dad's, they are not keeping that damn dog.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, puppy madness, Nora seems to need her own warning in this fic cause she is sassy!
A/N: Happy Frankie Friday!!! Another installment of the Parents to Lovers AU! Thank you so much @noxturnalpascal for betaing for me ❤️❤️ @jay-zzle, my side kick for all these stories, my personal moodboard maker, one of my best friends that I would have never even met without Pedro Pascal existing, once again thank you for making the moodboard AND the other thing(wait til y'all get to the end)
Masterlist||AO3||Parents to Lovers
divider provided by @saradika-graphics
The thunder was getting closer and closer. You can smell the incoming rain on the air as you close the kitchen window.
“Girls!” You shout, approaching the living room doorway “Did you remember to bring your bikes in the garage?”
“I did!” Missy says quickly, returning to the game on her tablet.
“Uhh…” Nora hesitates, fingers fidgeting against her own tablet, “I forgot.”
“Nora! How many times have we talked about this?”
“Sorry,” she shrugs, “I just forgot.”
You groan, putting your shoes on and making your way to the garage. Frankie won’t be home for another hour or else you’d send him outside to get the bike. Opening the garage door you see the rain already starting to come down in sheets. Thankfully, Nora’s bike isn’t that far from the open door, but running towards it you see something dash past you into the garage.
“Fuck,” you mutter, grabbing the bike and wheeling it into the garage, “Now I get to deal with whatever creature decided to run into here for shelter from the storm. Thanks Nora, you’re the best!”
A clap of thunder sounds just then, causing you to jump, and you hear a whimper at the edge of the room. You reach for the switch on the wall and when the overhead lights come on you see a dog huddled in the corner.
“Hey little baby,” you say sweetly, crouching down and stretching out your hand, “It’s just a little thunder, nothing to be scared about.”
The dog slowly begins to move closer to your outstretched hand. You notice the floppy ears, short legs and long body. Another clap of thunder and the thing darts over, shaking and whimpering.
“Hi there,” you coo, “Let's get you some place warm and dry, huh? That sound good?”
The dog’s tail starts to wag a little as you continue talking to it, grabbing a towel as you begin to attempt to dry the dog off.
“Are we a boy or a girl?” You ask, lifting a leg to check, “Congrats! It’s a girl!” You say to no one but yourself.
The dog begins licking your face as you wipe her paws more to get the mud off.
“Aww, you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you?” You coo, as the dog continues to lick your face, “Yes, yes you are! Okay, I think we’re good to go inside now.”
You gently scoop the dog up in the towel and carry her inside, bringing her into the living room.
“Is that what I think it is?!” Nora shrieks, smacking Missy’s arm to get her attention from her tablet.
“Hey, calm down, she doesn’t like loud noises,” you explain, “This little girl ran into the garage because of the storm.”
“She’s so cute!” Missy excitedly whispers, “Does she have a name?”
“Well I don’t see a collar so I don’t know,” you say, placing the dog in the middle of the living room.
The dog’s tail begins to wag harder when the girls slowly slide off the couch to approach her, and you notice her peeing on the carpet.
“Shit,” you hiss, quickly going to the laundry room for a towel, laying it on the carpet to soak up the mess. She’s much more enthusiastic seeing the girls than she was seeing you. You sit on the couch watching the girls interact with the puppy.
“Hi,” Missy whispers, reaching her hand out for the dog to sniff, “You’re very pretty.”
“Yes,” Nora agrees, stretching her arm out, “Pretty and smooshy!”
The dog eats up the attention stretching out on the floor to show her chest and belly. Missy and Nora begin petting her, taking turns rubbing her tummy and scratching behind her ears.
“Momma, what kind of dog is she?” Nora asks, looking at you.
“It looks like she’s what’s called a basset hound,” you grin. You’d always wanted one growing up and thought that whoever owned this girl was the luckiest person in the world. You needed to call Frankie before he got home, that way he could maybe stop somewhere to get a collar, leash, and dog food. You pull your phone from your pocket, tapping on his contact info.
“Hey babe,” he sighed, “Think we’re almost done here and then I’ll be home.”
“So,” you say, getting up and walking to the kitchen so the girls wouldn’t hear, “I need you to do something for me before you come home.”
“What kind of ice cream do you want now?” He laughs.
“It’s not a craving this time,” you whisper into the phone, hand rubbing across your barely there bump, that news you hadn’t shared yet with the girls, “Not a bad idea though, Ben and Jerry’s Salted Caramel.”
“Sure thing,” he says, “I’ll be sure to ge—“
“No babe,” you interrupt, “Seriously that’s not what I was calling about. I need you to get some puppy food, a leash, and a collar.”
“Do what now?”
“Puppy food, a leash and a collar,” you repeat, “and the Ben and Jerry’s! I’ll text you what I said, love you, bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and texting him the list. Your phone pings a second later.
Frankie: What the fuck?!
—
“Babe,” Frankie shouts, entering the kitchen, “I got the st—“
The dog ran into the kitchen, looking up at Frankie, giving a single bark.
“Well, hello,” he says, dropping the small bag of dog food on the table, hesitantly the dog inches closer to Frankie, tail tucked between her legs, sniffing his boot.
“Dad, look!” Missy says, pointing at the dog.
“I see,” Frankie says, eyebrows raised.
“Can we keep her?!” Nora asks, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Absolutely not!” Frankie says, putting his hands on his hips, “She looks pretty young, probably has a family around here somewhere.”
“Obviously they don’t care about her though,” Nora argues, “They left her out in a storm!”
“Yeah,” Missy agrees, nodding her head, “That’s just mean to do to a baby dog!”
“Now, now girls,” you say, placing a hand on each of their shoulders, “Sometimes dogs get loose when they’re scared and just run off.”
“We’ll make some flyers and post them around the neighborhood,” Frankie says, “Until we can find the owners we’ll make sure the little thing’s fed and taken care of.”
“She’s not just a thing, Frankie,” Nora grumbles, stomping past you to the living room, the dog and Missy following right behind her.
Frankie takes in a deep breath before slowly letting it out. You walk towards him, grabbing him around his waist and pulling him close, breathing him in.
“It’s gonna be okay,” you whisper into his neck, placing a small kiss there.
“Why’s she gotta be so damn stubborn like her momma?” Frankie hums, grabbing a handful of your ass.
“Everyone says she looks like her dad so guess that means she has to have my attitude,” you say, shrugging your shoulders with a laugh.
—
“Are you sure we can’t just keep her?” Missy asks while you’re stapling one of the flyers to a pole.
It’s been a couple days since the dog arrived. You’d gotten the flyers made and now you were all walking around the area with the dog and posting them up in numerous places. You’d already hit every business downtown that you could. Now it was time to hit the neighborhoods around you.
“I’m sure,” Frankie said in a stern tone, “We are not keeping her.”
“But I already picked out a name,” Nora pipes up, flicking the leash lightly in her hands like a whip, “Goober!”
“Nora don’t do that with the leash,” you say, “You could hurt her.”
“Don’t name her!” Frankie groans, “She’s not our dog!”
“Why Goober?” Missy laughs, as you all continue to walk.
“Well,” Nora says, looking down at the dog who cocks her head to the side like she was waiting for the answer as well, “Just look at her! Mom always says I’m a goober when I do something funny and she just looks funny!”
“I like it,” Missy says with a small smile.
“No,” Frankie said, “Her name is not Goober.”
The dog barks, ears perked up, wagging her tail, and looking directly at Frankie.
“Oh,” you laugh, “Babe, I think she just told you you’re wrong and that her name is, in fact, Goober.”
“Stop it,” he says, pointing at you before hanging up another one of the flyers.
—
“Would it be such a bad idea to keep her?” You ask while filling the dog’s food and water dish. The dog is patiently waiting for you to place them on the floor for her.
“Yes it would.”
“Frankie,” you groan, hand on your stomach, and bending down to set them on the floor, “She’s so cute though!”
“Doesn’t matter how cute she is,” Frankie shakes his head, “We shouldn’t keep her.”
“Babe,” you say flatly, “It’s been a week and a half and we haven’t heard a single thing from anyone!”
“Good morning, Mom!” Nora beams, coming into the kitchen, “And good morning Princess Goober!”
“Morning,” Missy grumbles, “Goober!” She says perking up a little and petting the dog on the head.
“Stop calling her that!” Frankie says sternly, “She’s not our dog. End of discussion.”
“Oh,” Nora says, glaring at him, “Morning Frank.”
“Are you guys ready for school?” He asks, ignoring Nora’s glare.
“Yeah,” Missy yawns. Nora just grumbles still glaring at him.
“Alrighty then,” you hum, “Come here. Hugs!”
Both girls embrace you one either side, giving them both a tight squeeze before letting them go.
“Have a good day and Nora,” you smile, “Please behave.”
She rolls her eyes, following Missy into the garage with a huff. Frankie shakes his head, walking towards you, wrapping his arms around you.
“That girl’s gonna give me more gray hairs than the baby,” Frankie mutters into your temple.
“That makes the both of us,” you laugh, giving him a chaste kiss before he’s off to take the girls to school and go to work.
—
“Goober!” The girls shriek, bursting into the house through the garage. Goober’s tail starts wagging like crazy and she pees all over the floor.
“Goober Goo!” You groan, “Not again!”
Goober just looks at you, panting, tongue hanging out to the side.
“Can we take her to the backyard?” Missy asks, putting her backpack on the hook.
“Sure,” Frankie grunts, bending down to clean up the pee. Goober pokes her head under his armpit, while he wipes the pee up and begins licking his face, “Okay, okay. Yes, I see you.”
“Think she likes the way your beard tastes, Dad,” Missy giggles.
“Must be leftovers in there,” he grumbles, rubbing Goober’s ears.
“Oh! Watch this!” Nora exclaims, “Come here Goober! Come here!”
Goober pushes past Frankie’s arm, walking in her pee to get to Nora.
“Damn dog,” Frankie mumbles, motioning for you to hand him the Clorox wipes.
Goober plops down in front of Nora. She grabs one of Goober’s ears and begins to scratch the inside of it, causing Goober’s back leg to violently shake.
“What is she doing?!” Missy asks, starting to giggle.
“You found her puppy spot!” You exclaim with a laugh.
Frankie looks up to see what you are all laughing at, watching the saggy dog’s body jiggle and starts laughing.
“What the hell?” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “Think she is a Goober afterall. Go on, take her outside now, I’m sure she’s got more pee in her. Don’t want her pissin’ in the house more than she already has.”
The girls take her outside, taking turns throwing the floppy stuffed animal they gave her that she had ripped the stuffing out of.
“Babe,” You smile watching the girls play with Goober outside, “I think we have a dog now.”
“I think you’re right,” Frankie groans, standing up, throwing away the Clorox wipes and throwing the towel into the hamper in the laundry room.
“We can’t get rid of her,” you pout, “The girls love her too much. Frankie, I love her too much and no one’s claimed her!”
Frankie finishes washing his hands at the sink, turning around, crossing his arms with a big sigh.
“Fine,” he sighs, “We’ll keep the damn dog.”
—
“What ya making, babe?” Frankie asks, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, “Smells really fucking good.”
“Spaghetti,” you grumble, “Only thing the girls seem to want to eat right now.”
Nora rushes into the kitchen, observing the fridge, rearranging some of the pictures on it.
“What are ya doin’ kid?” Frankie asks, looking behind his shoulder.
“Moving some stuff around,” she says snarkily, “This coupon is expired. Can I throw it away?”
“Yes,” you and Frankie say at the same time.
“Cool,” she says, throwing it away and running out of the kitchen.
You continue stirring the sauce, trying not to let the smell get to you.
“Need me to take over?” Frankie asks, kissing your temple.
“Oh my god,” you huff, “Please.”
Frankie laughs softly, kissing the spot on your neck that meets your shoulder. Then moves you to the side when Nora and Missy come rushing back in. Goober following closely behind them.
“I think we should put it here,” Nora says, pointing to the empty spot she made.
“What if though,” Missy says, rearranging different pictures, creating a new empty space, “We put it here?”
“Hmm, yeah, I like that better,” Nora agrees.
Missy grabs one of the magnets off the fridge, placing a new picture on the fridge, right alongside the picture of the four of you together, underneath the picture of Missy and Nora, and above the picture of Frankie with the guys.
“There!” Nora beams, “Goober is on the fridge, that means she’s family!”
“No take backs!” Missy says, pointing at Frankie.
Kyla! 🥵
Just what I needed on this wonderful Frankie Friday 😍
Is it Friday?
Well hello there Mr Morales