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the g file (2014) - hakan nesser

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬)

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summary: raising a toddler is…hard work. frankie and you just want a night to yourselves. but your kid shows up in the doorway like “mommy i want cuddles” and you’re like “oh…but baby can’t you sleep in your own bed” and your kid is like “no i’m sick!!!” (lying) and frankie (the girlfather that he is) is like aww baby come up in here.  warnings: no warnings. only FLUFF. fluff tooth rotting fluff. like actually...........dentist calling fluff. so much fluff. its so fluffy man. its SO fluffy. its so fluffy...........................im just writing this with a huge grin on my face :)) reader's age is not specified but late 20s/30s, frankie is 37, but really, they can be the same age! bipoc friendly reader!!!! guys its just fluff. and like 2 kisses, sort of makeout? ur kid is clingyyyy and you love her very much.

authors notes: it’s like. 2am rn. on a FRIDAY. FRANKIE FRIDAY!!!! hey…so frankie is a girldad AND. and a wife guy. that’s it that’s the fic. thank you for listening. i just know he would be so tender and so sweet as a father and as a husband, god i need this so badly. great kisser too, just the ideal guy. this was initially a javi idea but then i was told this would fit frankie more, which led me to watch triple frontier again for the first time in 5 years. wow it did NOT disappoint. god i have to release this into the world because this is SO sweet. its like my hands started typing before my brain started working. SO SO SWEETTTTTR THIS IS SO SWEET. this idea has taken over my brain and before you knew it i had 1.7k words just in my google docs. it’s not very long but it’s honest work :) thank you for @berryispunk for reading over this and letting me yap. pls let me know if anyone would like to see a sequel of this little family (with the son!!!), if not this can just be a oneshot. a little too much yap and like NO plot. none. reblogs and likes and follows and comments are actually just love to me. FRANKIE IS A SWEET DAD!!! and i know!!! i know he wants two kids a girl who looks just like him (carmen here) and a boy who looks just like reader. frankie has a little trauma but he’s got a beautiful family as well!!! i want him to be happy…woa this is long...anyways...im going to bed now :) goodnight i need to update my harry fic…harry castillo my husband i am coming for YOUUUUUH

you haven’t had a night to yourself in so long. it’s not frankie’s fault. of course, he’s teaching at the local flying club after the…incident. and it’s not your fault either, your part time job has you in the office half the week. the other times you and frankie split the time taking care of your daughter. two years old and the brightest star in your life, she has her father’s eyes and he insists she has your smile. 

your daughter who is two years old and incredibly clingy with both of you, and you worry how you’ll be able to take her to nursery soon, when both of your hours get demanding. she gets all overwhelmed when she isn’t near either one of you, and you and frankie are no better than each other when you see your daughter cry. 

but tonight, the stars have aligned, and she’s fallen asleep on her unicorn bed. frankie altered her crib with his own hands to make it fit for her as a toddler, lowering the bars on one side. (not that she used the crib a lot as a baby, always waking up after being placed in there.)

she’s fallen asleep on her unicorn bed, with the stuffed unicorn beside her, and so have you. you’ve just read her a chapter of her favourite book, and your husband has just finished the dishes when he walks into the carpeted room.

his footsteps are padded, but when he sees you there, his heart melts. his two favourite girls. a gentle kiss on your lips wakes you up, and he fights the urge to comment how much you look like sleeping beauty right now.

your neck will have a crick in the morning if you sleep like this, and he doesn’t want you to be grumpy in the morning. you follow him out of the room, a glance at your daughter as you do so. making sure she’s tucked up all well and good, making sure she’s comfortable for the night.

when the two of you reach your room, he kisses you a little more deeply, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he intertwines your hands with his. you in your nightgown, glasses perched on your head as your hair was tied into a low bun. your hair escapes the bun anyway, and falls over your face. cute, he thinks. 

you kiss him back like you haven’t kissed him in ages, like he tastes like your favourite candy. sugar and sweet but he’s fresh of the mint hum he chewed before he got here. you’re sure you taste of dinner and tea anyway, but the kiss is nice. 

you nuzzle into his shoulder, stifling a yawn with his bicep. your teeth press into his tanned skin, and he looks down at you. 

“come here often?” it’s a stupid line, and it works on you. it worked on you three years ago at a dive bar, and it works on you here again. it works on you every damn time, with the way it’s so suave, even if you can see the earnestness behind his eyes, 

he always blushes when he sees you, always always blushes, it’s unreal how lucky he got, after everything.

“no, not really.” and here is your two bedroom apartment that you’ve built into a home, here is your shared bedroom with a soft duvet and fairy lights that you insisted on twirled around your curtain post. 

he kisses you again, all desperate, like he needs oxygen to survive. his hands on your shoulders, pressing your arms. You are beautiful and the ring that glints on your finger, his dog tags around your neck means that you are his. and he likes that very much.

the bed is plush and inviting, but the two of you are so exhausted, you want to sleep. a good nights sleep could cure you two, and maybe leaving carmen with a sitter tomorrow when you went on a date would be nice. you know how frankie wants to give her a baby brother, and you know in your soul the next child you’ll have will be a boy. 

“you look beautiful.” he blurts out, like he’s a silly teenager with his first crush again, not the 37 year old man he is. you giggle at that, and brush a stray curl away from his face. 

“sure sure, whatever you say big guy,” you say back, head resting on your pillow, which is his arm.

he rubs his hand over your lower back, feeling the cotton of your nightdress against his hands, callused by the pilot’s stick he’d clutched on all these years. 

“m not that big.” but his bicep is the size of your head, and you hide your face into it like you’re the silly teenager with a crush now, instead of the grown woman you are in your thirties. 

it’s nice, just to get an evening of rest when…

your face is pressed against your husband’s arm, half asleep, and you don’t hear the footsteps until they are outside the door. a knock, and then the door bangs open. 

“mama, i sick!.” your daughter announces , standing on her little feet, her shadow on the floor, illuminated by the light of her room behind her. your eyes immediately widen, and you pull away from your husband to meet her own dark brown eyes.

“darling, when, when, where did you get sick?” you scrambled off the bed, worried, crouching down to check her face, her hand against her forehead. she’s so tiny, but her hair is an unruly, fluffy mess of curls, just like her father. 

her temperature is fine, but she frowns and pushes your hand away. 

“you don’t feel sick.” you say, tilting your head, and you can see the mischief in her eyes. catfish has little duplicate in her. 

“oh.” she scrunches up her face, and then sniffs dramatically. “see, i sick!”

your husband has walked up behind you, and places a hand on your shoulder.

“is she sick?” he asks, in a low voice, and you straighten up to talk to him.

“no.” you bite back a grin, “she’s not sick, she was fine when i left her thirty minutes ago.”

“oh i see,” and then he kneels down to her level, “i see, so mama doesn’t think you’re sick?”

“but i am.” she’s too dramatic, should win an oscar in the next twenty years or so, “that’s why i need mama or papa to sleep next to me.”

“how does that work? hm?”

“so can chase the sick away.” she nods, very definitively. well.

“she makes a good point mama, what do you think?” he lifts her up in one swoop, so that her bright eyes are on the same level as you and your husband. 

“i think carmen should try and sleep in her bed, no?” but it’s a loosing battle. 

“reaaaally?” he scrunches up his face the same way she does, and they’re so similar you wish you could throw your pillow at them. “can’t believe you want carmen to chase the sick away on her own.”

“she’s not sick.” you smile anyway. 

“that’s because mama and papa will chase the sick away, yes?” he holds her up, but she’s already burrowing into him. your daughter and her father with their large brown eyes will always make you break, you shake your head and with a sigh, point to the bed with your thumb.

“okay you two, in the bed you go.” you shoo him, and he carries her onto the bed, she curls up right next to him with her head on the pillow. 

she bares her teeth at you, and then turns her head away, “see papa nice.”

“alright” you do your best to be stern but the corners of your lips quirk upwards anyway, “sure, and papa’s not going to be nice tomorrow when he’s feeding you broccoli.”

“ew.” she agrees, and then pulls you by your hair closer to the two of them, he can smell her soft baby shampoo, the strawberry flavour you like. her hand curling around strands of your hair, pulling it with her fist. 

her father’s hands come to stop her from pulling at you, and you can see the paint on his nails matches hers. it’s purple and glittery, and you remember last weekend when she insisted on getting her nails done to match her unicorn. this unicorn obsession was spiralling, and you know frankie was looking at buying her a unicorn rocking horse for her next birthday. you smile to yourself as you see the glitter reflect in the low light of the room, and you catch her father’s eyes. 

“purple?” you mouth, and he shushes you. 

“she’s asleep, mi corazon. don’t disturb her.”

“mmm” she agrees, always agreeing with him, of course she’ll agree with him, her father is her favourite. 

she falls asleep quickly, frankie patting her on the back with his gentle hand. he hums a lullaby, but she’s out by the third verse. both your presences soothe her, you know that, and she soothes you just as well. you always get worried about her, having her sleep on her own bed is anxiety inducing for her as much as it is for you. but that’s for another day, today you fall asleep looking at your daughter in your husbands arms.  

and you fall asleep to the sound of your husband’s soft snores, and your daughter’s hand on your face. 

bonus!

the next morning when he wakes up, he has both his girls curled up in on him, his daughter on his chest, with one hand pulling her mother close. his wife, you, sleep with your face right next to his, chin resting over your daughter’s head. he nuzzles in your hair with his nose, and you stir but don’t open your eyes, you smell of coconuts and pineapples like your favourite soap. you smell of home and happiness, and he knows you’ll be awake soon to make breakfast.

the sunlight flows in through the curtains, the purple of the morning slowly fading away. you look beautiful in the early morning light, and he yawns, before going back to sleep with dreams full of a smiling you, with your daughter and a son with your eyes. 

   thank you for reading!!! any comments are super appreciated!!! lots of loveeeee angieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (yell at me about updating the harry fic) my requests and inbox and everything is so open please talk to me about this fic, or any of my other fics!! carmen is like frankies little labubu

the meme that inspired it all:

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