Frankie was cleaning the garage, his little girl, because she was his no matter what, was helping him clean up. He was your fiance. You two had been together for 4 years now and he loved you and your kids the same. He treated them as his own, although it was hard sometimes.

"We should probably go clean up before your mom finds us all dirty." Frankie joked as he saw the little girl's shirt stained from helping him clean.