Frankie had always wanted a family. When you told him about the pregnancy he couldn't hold the happiness. He set time to take care of you, to go to each of the doctor's appointments, began buying everything you were going to need. He built a crib and remodeled a room for the nursery.

He didn't want to know the gender yet, he wanted to throw party to celebrate your little life and find out what you'd be having. After some mock reveals he froze for a moment as he bit into the cupcake, staring at the pink filling.

"A girl..." He looked up at you. "It's a girl... Holy shit, we're having a girl!"

Frankie grinned, pulling you into a kiss before putting a hand on your belly, his eyes watering.

"A baby girl..." He couldn't wait to be a father.