Frankie followed suit, drinking her own tea and placing the cup in the sink. She smiled as Tatum took her bag, she wouldn't stand for any chivalry from men, but when it came to her adorable girlfriend it was a different story.

"I most certainly wont" she teased, walking after Tatum as they made their way to her room. Frankie didn't have any family pictures, unless you counted a large, ugly oil painting in the front room that still couldn't mask Julian's odd expression. He always ruined pictures. Tatum's were all cute, with questionable outfits and funny hairstyles that all babies have.

Frankie laughed as she reached Tatum's bedroom. "Very cute."