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Rachel’s eyes shifted up from her cellphone screen and to the strange female next to her. Her eyes squinted.

“How about you fuck off?” 

She snapped at the stranger her lip forming a slight snarl. Her attention redirected back to her phone.

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“Wow! I Love yer’ ink…”

Harley commented as she spied the dragon on the other woman’s calf.

      “What else ya got?”

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Dear my Australian wife,

I need more Frank and Rachel in me life.

Love your american wife

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She sighed at his discomfort at the mention of Chloe. It wasn't like she used her to hurt him. More of an example of how shed never do something like that to hurt him again. 

“Call you? Frank I didn’t know what the fuck you were. Where did you want me to call?” 

She can feel her anger sparking again. The sting in her chest grew more as she continued. 

“Would you really have come back? Because I know you Frank and you wouldn’t have.”

Her voice was cold and she looked at him emotionless. Till he mentioned the trailer at least. She hadn’t been there since he left. Rachel’s voice softened and she looked down at her feet. 

“I haven’t gone back into the trailer in months. You think I could stay there after you left me? Her and I live here.” 

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She shifts her weight uncomfortably. Truth was she was as confused as he was.

“I don’t know how it happened either. I was on the pill. Shit doesn’t make sense.”

Her voice trails off as she looks down at the now quiet infant. Rachel watches as the child stares up at Frank.

“She’s yours. I ain’t been with anyone else you know that. I made that mistake once like if ever do it again.”

She looks at Frank. He makes it so hard for her to stay angry at him. Her voice lowers and her eyes shift back to the baby.

“Besides, look at her. There’s no denying.”

———“ Don’t — Don’t bring up Chloe at a time like this okay? Don’t you dare”

He sighs and looks down at the child  — their child she’s so, beautiful. Big blue eyes like him, she has Rachel’s nose though he can see that.

———“ Just tell me — tell me why you didn’t call and let me know about this  — let me know that you had a bun in the oven I would’ve come home Rachel I would’ve been in the car so fucking fast — did you want to start this family without me?”

He knows there’s no denying her face is — there’s no way this baby is anyone else’s and he wishes he had been here.

———“ Did you make a nursery in the trailer?”

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She shifts her weight uncomfortably. Truth was she was as confused as he was.

"I don't know how it happened either. I was on the pill. Shit doesn't make sense."

Her voice trails off as she looks down at the now quiet infant. Rachel watches as the child stares up at Frank.

"She's yours. I ain't been with anyone else you know that. I made that mistake once like if ever do it again."

She looks at Frank. He makes it so hard for her to stay angry at him. Her voice lowers and her eyes shift back to the baby.

"Besides, look at her. There's no denying."

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Rachel turns to watch him as he goes into the other room. Her heart sinks like a brick. Everything in her stomach feels like it’s about to resurface as she steps toward him.

“Who else’s baby could it ducking be Frankie?”

She spat at him as she moved to their crying child. There was no mistake that the little girl was his. She had his exact eyes. It was something Rachel had sort of resented.

Scooping the crying baby into her arms Rachel directed her attention to the infant. She rocked the small child gently. Once the child started to calm down her eyes moved back to Frank. They were full of annoyance and slight fear.

———“ I don’t fucking know Rachel that’s why I asked what you think -”

He pauses - it’s, it’s not.

———“ That can’t be - baby we used, we always used protection. Shit I mean maybe when we were hammered and we partied like we were fucking 18 again - you told me you were on the pill did - did you lie?”

He doesn’t want to be angry but he’s disoriented - why not get a hold of him why not go through every single little black book he owns, try and find a number try and go through his contacts?

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Rachel turns to watch him as he goes into the other room. Her heart sinks like a brick. Everything in her stomach feels like it's about to resurface as she steps toward him.

"Who else's baby could it ducking be Frankie?"

She spat at him as she moved to their crying child. There was no mistake that the little girl was his. She had his exact eyes. It was something Rachel had sort of resented.

Scooping the crying baby into her arms Rachel directed her attention to the infant. She rocked the small child gently. Once the child started to calm down her eyes moved back to Frank. They were full of annoyance and slight fear.

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Rachel can feel herself getting more and more angry every second he is near her. She grits her teeth and opens her mouth to yell back at him but stops. Coming from the back room behind her she can hear the baby starting to whine and fuss. It isn’t loud enough that it seems to have gotten his attention.

Her body tenses out of nerves. She turns her attention to him again, her voice much lower.

“What it makes you look like? That’s what you’re worried about?” Regrettably, her voice raises again. “You selfish prick!”

The infant in the next room begins fussing more. Growing louder by the second. Rachel’s eyes slowly shut as his hands cup her face. She finally brings herself to calm and shifts into more of fear as the baby’s cries get loud enough to be obviously heard. Her eyes open slowly and shift up to him.

———“ Oh I’m a selfish prick - I’m the asshole here huh? I came back I could’ve let you fucking stay here on your own working at the diner every day slaving over a hot fucking stove. I’m the asshole? You’re a fucking bitch”

He hears the noise and it’s unmistakable It’s a child — a small child.

———“ Rachel”

He pushes her aside immediatly, he doesn’t let her tiny hands stop him, she’s pushed in the counter as he swings open the door. Oh. He tries not to be angry but the thoughts — his twisted thoughts.

———“ Who’s baby is this?”

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Rachel can feel herself getting more and more angry every second he is near her. She grits her teeth and opens her mouth to yell back at him but stops. Coming from the back room behind her she can hear the baby starting to whine and fuss. It isn’t loud enough that it seems to have gotten his attention.

Her body tenses out of nerves. She turns her attention to him again, her voice much lower.

“What it makes you look like? That’s what you’re worried about?” Regrettably, her voice raises again. “You selfish prick!”

The infant in the next room begins fussing more. Growing louder by the second. Rachel’s eyes slowly shut as his hands cup her face. She finally brings herself to calm and shifts into more of fear as the baby’s cries get loud enough to be obviously heard. Her eyes open slowly and shift up to him.

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It’s all good baby.

Her eyes rolled again as she focused fully on him, completely ignoring the job she was supposed to be doing. She crossed her arms across her chest. Biting the inside of her lip she listened as he goes on. Generous. A small chuckle escapes her lips.

Generous. Leaving her and their child alone to fend for themselves. Making her sleep in a shitty room and make her not give her child the love it deserves. Rachel was forced to even resent her own child because she had his eyes. She couldn’t look at that innocent baby without feeling disgusted. Yeah generous. 

A smile started to grow on her lips, a smile that soon became a maniacal grin. She started laughing hysterically, stress and pure exhaustion kept her on edge. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Thats gold.”

Her laughter continued for a moment then suddenly changed into rage. She stepped toward him closing the gap between them she had just created. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You abandoned me. No. Us. Now you think you can come in here and everything is fine? You fucking disgust me.”

Rachel hit the plate from his hands causing it the smash at their feet.

———“ There we go, use me as your personal fucking punching bag Rachel why the fuck not. Hey, I didn’t want to discard you! and since we’re speaking on the fucking subject let’s talk about how many times you left me don’t play little princess Rachel when you know very fucking well what had gone down in the past”

Frank pauses.

———“ Us — who the fuck is us Rachel I leave for what a few months and already you’re shacking up behind my back — you have any idea what the makes me look like?”

He frowns, cupping her face trying to make something out of the closeness she’d made that clearly wasn’t there.

———“ Baby, baby, why are we always doing this? Why are we always fighting? Why are we so fucking toxic I love you Rachel come on don’t fucking do this I love you” A rough caress over her cheekbones “You love me you have to”

He shakes her head slightly he’s — desperate.

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It’s all good baby.

Her eyes rolled again as she focused fully on him, completely ignoring the job she was supposed to be doing. She crossed her arms across her chest. Biting the inside of her lip she listened as he goes on. Generous. A small chuckle escapes her lips.

Generous. Leaving her and their child alone to fend for themselves. Making her sleep in a shitty room and make her not give her child the love it deserves. Rachel was forced to even resent her own child because she had his eyes. She couldn’t look at that innocent baby without feeling disgusted. Yeah generous. 

A smile started to grow on her lips, a smile that soon became a maniacal grin. She started laughing hysterically, stress and pure exhaustion kept her on edge. 

“What the fuck is wrong with me? Thats gold.”

Her laughter continued for a moment then suddenly changed into rage. She stepped toward him closing the gap between them she had just created. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You abandoned me. No. Us. Now you think you can come in here and everything is fine? You fucking disgust me.”

Rachel hit the plate from his hands causing it the smash at their feet.

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Rachel fumbled with the ingredients as she tried to quickly make the ever growing orders. It wasn’t particularly busy, more of rach not doing well with the job. Didn’t help that she was going back into the small office off the kitchen to check on her sleeping child.

Not only did she work at the diner, she had also been staying in the back room temporarily. After her and Frank had the fight that caused him to walk out on, she couldn’t stay in the trailer. Half because she couldn’t afford it, half because she couldn’t live there without him. To many memories. 

A long strand of hair that had somehow fallen out of her ponytail danced in front of her face as she could hear Joyce’s voice sounding tense. She set down what she was making and started to head to the door as it flies open. Her stomach drops. 

Every muscle in her body tightens at the sight of him. After months, after he walked out, now he’s back. Her eyes squint and her teeth grit as the word babe slips out of his mouth. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Her voice was soft, but still angry. 

Rachel rolls her eyes. Typical Frank, leave for months and come back like nothing ever happened. This time was different; this time they she had a baby. She hated him, or at least she tried to. He pulled her in and disgust set in. Not really about him, mainly that everything in her screamed to forgive him. 

Despite the desire to melt against him, Rachel took a step away. As they parted she shoved his arms away from her just as an extra measure. 

“What the fuck do you want?”

———“ Whoa whoa, Rachel what the fuck. I was just trying to make up, look I know I left for awhile but I did some serious self-reflecting and I’m better now It’s all good baby”

He smiles, though inside he’s bubbling up — angry and burning. He understands she’s angry and he understands that she probably loathes him right now, but Frank wants to vomit — as if she even knows what the fuck he’s gone through. He was furious, how many times has she run off on him when things get hard?

———“ Don’t use that kinda criticism at me, I am being a generous man right now I’m not throwing pots or plates I’m trying here and here you are yelling in my face pushing me around. The fuck is wrong with you?”

He glares sitting on the countertop of where she had been placing the ceramic(s) dishes.

———“ Is that what you want? Do you want to play frisbee with the fucking china, fuck!” He grumbles. “Rachel, do you see what the fuck you’ve done I walked in here slightly pissed missing my girl and now I just wanna fucking go again!”

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Rachel fumbled with the ingredients as she tried to quickly make the ever growing orders. It wasn’t particularly busy, more of rach not doing well with the job. Didn’t help that she was going back into the small office off the kitchen to check on her sleeping child.

Not only did she work at the diner, she had also been staying in the back room temporarily. After her and Frank had the fight that caused him to walk out on, she couldn’t stay in the trailer. Half because she couldn’t afford it, half because she couldn’t live there without him. To many memories. 

A long strand of hair that had somehow fallen out of her ponytail danced in front of her face as she could hear Joyce’s voice sounding tense. She set down what she was making and started to head to the door as it flies open. Her stomach drops. 

Every muscle in her body tightens at the sight of him. After months, after he walked out, now he’s back. Her eyes squint and her teeth grit as the word babe slips out of his mouth. 

“What the fuck do you want?” Her voice was soft, but still angry. 

Rachel rolls her eyes. Typical Frank, leave for months and come back like nothing ever happened. This time was different; this time they she had a baby. She hated him, or at least she tried to. He pulled her in and disgust set in. Not really about him, mainly that everything in her screamed to forgive him. 

Despite the desire to melt against him, Rachel took a step away. As they parted she shoved his arms away from her just as an extra measure. 

“What the fuck do you want?”

Frank arrives at the diner, knuckles white from balling his fists. Sure he’d been gone for a few months and if anything should know better than to pop off the first moment he sees her. But no one is telling him shit, where she is  — if she’s still working at the diner to just barely scrape enough money together to pay the power bill.

He jumps the counter and ignores the shouting of Joyce, “She doesn’t want to see you” and “You aren’t allowed to be here anymore” It’s clear to Frank in the moment that she’s either evading the male or she’s already moved on.

———“ Hey! Hey, where the fuck have you been all day, you weren’t at the trailer and we both know you work fucking half shifts”

An attacking approach Frank is well aware of. 

———“ Shit babe. scared the fuck out of me thought you’d packed up and fucked off without me, though you’d still be in town can’t exactly go back to your parents can you — sugar?”

He begins stealing from the plates of the food she’s attempting to cook up for the patrons waiting patiently enduring the shouting from the back. 

———“ Can you tell Joyce to lay off, I mean what’s with this whole fucking business about you not wanting to see me, what you finally think you can actually  leave me? Cause we both know that as poisonous as we are — we’re perfect”

He brings the female close by her hands, encasing his arms around her with a smirk. He’s clearly trying to get on her good side to avoid all of the bullshit later about his long vacancy.

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DON’T EVEN TRY AND TELL ME THIS LITTLE FUCKER ISN’T A SOFTIE LOOK AT THIS SHIT

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This just made me so wet.

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Rachel smiles. Just a dad thing. 

“Fair enough”

She moved to start picking things up. Bottles, trash, cigarette buts. One by one she tossed them into the trash. Once the tabled was cleaned off she sat on the edge of it. 

“I don’t think we really gotta worry about that right now, Frankie. We have time”

It hadn’t quite clicked in her head that they didn’t have as much time as she had thought. She went along with this as something that was no big deal. Her mind started to wander to what it would be like. A small child screaming all night. Waking frank up. Waking her up. 

She eyes shifted to him to get her mind off the baby. She watched him. Rach knew when Frank was thinking, and really thinking. 

“Hey Frankie, whats on your mind?”

“Mhmm” 

She mumbled against his back. Lingering for a moment, she lets go, allowing him to continue what hes doing. Everything in her just wants to keep hugging him, or just to have some contact with him, anything. She takes a few steps back to give him some space even if its the opposite of what she wanted. 

“They are all hers. Any that pomp hasn’t eaten that is.”

She smiles and lets out a small laugh. That dog had torn through so many stuffed animals. He was a little like Frank in the way of being a tornado. Pomp not only tore apart stuffed animals, he tore apart anything he could. Furniture, shoes, trash, rachels underwear. 

Rachel’s hand moved to her stomach again. The waves of pain had just about all together stopped. As she looked down she started thinking about the baby, their baby. Would she have his eyes? Her attitude? His temper? Was it really even a she?

Her hand ran over her stomach as she just looked at it. 

“So, how do you know its a girl anyways?”

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