I'd Rather Not Miss Out On Us

So, it was Jamia on the phone. Her grandmother’s not doing well and she’s having to take care of her full time, so she asked Frank if he would take the kids until she’s better or… Yeah. Clearly Frank agreed. That phone call was Tuesday. We spent two whole days shopping for toys, clothes and furniture for the kids and their room, a whole day setting up these rooms, and yesterday, we bought food for them. Pretty much chicken nuggets and mac and cheese and pancake mix. Which I’m all for.
And we also had sex every night for the past week, because I told Frank he’s not getting any with children in the house. I know people do it. And I know it’s okay as long as you’re not too loud, and can hear if the kids wake up, but it’s still just a no for me.
Frank also spent the last few days telling me I shouldn’t be nervous. He can tell I’m freaking out. Meeting your boyfriend’s kids is a big deal. A really big deal.
When Saturday comes, our flight leaves at 9 in the morning. It’s a straight 7 hour flight to New Jersey, and I spend the entire time freaking out.
We arrive around 7, Jersey time, rent a car, and drive to Passaic, NJ to rent a hotel.
Jamia’s going to meet us here with the kids tomorrow.
And I’m also freaking out about meeting my boyfriend’s ex-wife.
The women whom when I saw pictures of with Frank, I’d be all “awh, they’re so cute!” and now I know what the relationship was really like. And I’m also fucking her ex-husband. This should go smoothly.
“Baby.” I feel the hotel bed I’m sitting on dip beside me and warm tattooed arms snake around my waist. “It’s okay. I know my kids, and you’re exactly the type of person they love.”
I smile in reply and just rest my head on his shoulder, finding his hand and tangling our fingers together. “I’m also freaking out about the fact that Jamia’s going to start planning my murder after tomorrow.”
“Jess, she can’t do shit.” Frank leans back and rest his back on the bed, pulling me down with him. “And we’re out of here tomorrow, you live across the country, and Jamia fucking hates California. There’s no way she’s going back there.”
I snuggle my head into his neck. “Okay, Frankie.”

The next day, we check out of our room and take our begs to the car, before going back into lobby to wait for Jamia.
We sit there for 5 minutes, Frank squeezing my hand and rubbing soothing circles into my palm with his thumb, and occasionally leaning over to kiss my head.
Suddenly Frank squeezes harder on my hand and I look over to him and the biggest grin I have ever seen is plastered to his face.
“Daddddddy!” My head bolts from Frank’s face to the little boy with brown hair and chubby cheeks with the prettiest hazel eyes running towards us, Frank stands up, abandoning my hand, and runs towards miles, picking him up and spinning him around while saying, “What’s up, little dude!” It’s really such a sweet sight. “Hey girls.”
I look down to his legs, and see the two little girls hugging to his legs for dear life. Frank takes a hand down and gently runs his fingers through both there heads, taking turns. Frank finally looks over at me, gesturing me to come over by him. I hesitantly get up as I see Jamia glaring daggers into my heart. I walk over to Frank anyways, Frank’s grin still shining bright, and it makes me smile back. He’s so happy right now. It’s beautiful.
I look at Miles first, and I can’t help the smile that takes over my face. One of the twins tugs on Frank’s leg.
“Daddy, who’s that?” One brown hair little girl says.
“This is Jess.”
I squat down to be eye level with the girls. “Hi, there.” I say.
“Hi, Jess. I’m Lily, and that Cherry.” She beams at me.
“Hi, Lily.” I turn to Cherry. “Hi, Cherry. It’s very nice to me you. You’re daddy’s told me so much about you.”
Lily looks up at Frank. “You talking ‘bout me, Dad?” She drags out the dad and speaks in the cutest way.
“Maybe I is, whatchu gonna do about it?” Frank replies.
“Why I oughta!” Lily exclaims with her fist in front of her scrunched up face.
Me and Frank bust out laughing and Franks puts Miles down to hug the twins.
I notice Cherry is taller than Lily. Now I know which is which. Awesome.
Then someone clears her throat in front of us, Frank, the kids and I all looking up. Once Jamia has our attention she reaches her hand out to me. “I’m Jamia.” I smile and shake her hand. “Jess.” She smiles back.
Wow, well okay. That was not what I was expecting. She turns her attention back to Frank.
“Alright, I only packed two suitcases for all of them. One with clothes, and the other just there must have favorite toys and blankets. I didn’t pack to much, you said you got them a lot of stuff right?” Jamia ask. Frank nods in reply.
“Okay, well, let’s go get these bags so y’all don’t miss your flight.” We all walk to Jamia’s car. After we get the bags, me and frank carry them to the rental car while Jamia says goodbye to the kids in private. We give them a few extra minutes, before we go and get them. Jamia tells Frank a few more things, like about the allergy medication Miles just got from the doctors in the bag, and other little new things he might’ve missed out on. She’s really polite. It’s kind of scary. Maybe Frank was trying to reassure me without complimenting her.
After leaving Jamia we head back into the car. Getting them into the car seats from the rental place.
“You’re pretty.” Cherry says as I buckle her in.
I blush, and smile. “Thank you, but you’re so much prettier.” I poke her nose. She giggles.
“Nu-uh.” She pokes my nose.
“Yes-huh” this time I poke her stomach, and start tickling her sides until she’s a giggling mess.
After she calms down, I go into the passenger seat, Frank doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
“What?” I question.
He just grabs my hand and mumbles “I told you they’d love you.” Before backing up.
I just sit there and smile.

Notes

sorry this chapter is shitty in some parts. I really didn't wanna have to write the first part but i did.
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