Free Everything I Have (Everything I Want #3) by Natalie Barnes Page B

pieces of bread in the toaster. I really don’t want anything at all, but I figure I have to have something in my stomach. Shit. Even the smell of the toast is making my stomach churn. As I’m lightly buttering it, Frankie swings open the bus door, a bag hanging around his neck as his other hand is holding the strap to one of his larger duffel bags. 
    “Hey there, princess.”
    He blows a kiss at me as he whips his neck to the side, causing his long, flat ironed bangs to flip to the side of his face. Frankie already looks great in tight, light wash jeans with a simple gray, V-neck t-shirt. His nails are painted black, of course, and he is sporting a pretty fucking sweet watch, a stainless steel Tag Heuer with a black dial. It sparkles when the sunlight pouring in reflects off of it.
    Frankie traipses over to me as his black leather flip flops smack against the linoleum.
    “So, how’s it going girl?” he asks me as he starts laying out the makeup on the table.
    When he finally looks up at me, his face drops as he covers his mouth with his hand. His voice is muffled from his fingers.
    “Damn, girl. You look like shit.”
    Nice, Frankie. Nice.
    “Thanks, Frankie.”
    “Sorry, girl.” He twists his wrist in the air. “It’s just, well…you look like shit, basically.”
    My mouth drops open, glaring back at Mr. Heart, who closes his mouth and shrugs, giving me this cute, shit smirk.
    Rolling my eyes at him, I pick up the remote for the surround sound off the counter, turning on some music so Frankie doesn’t have to feel like he has to keep talking to fill the void. Nothing More’s Jenny fills the silence. He pats the seat on the bench.
    “Ready?”
    Taking a seat, I place my toast on the table, using the back of my hand to push some of his brushes off to the side.
    “Did you start taking vitamins yet?” he asks me as he begins applying the makeup primer on my skin, dabbing it softly on with a sponge. Shaking my head no at him, I remain quiet. He pauses for a moment and steps back, giving me this disapproving look as he does his signature duck lips. Resting his wrist on his hip, he starts tapping his foot.
    “What, Frankie?” I mumble before forcing another bite from my toast.
    “Girl, you need to take that shit. The baby needs it,” he scolds me softly, probably trying not to piss me off too much since we’ve already had a wonderful start to the day.
    “I know,” I say, barely getting the words out of my mouth since it is full of this dry, disgusting toast.
    “Okay, then.”
    Frankie drops it, pepping back up, continuing with my face again. Even though there’s music on, he stills hums a completely different song to himself. His face is right in front of mine and I take in the light, clean scent of his cologne. His eyes move around, carefully concentrating on whatever part of my face he’s applying the primer to.
    “Make sure you do your Kegels,” Frankie says quietly, not even batting an eyelash.
    “Excuse me?”
    I lean away from him as his hand hangs suspended over where my cheek was a moment ago. Stepping back, Frankie motions with his hands over his groin.
    “Well, you know.” He shrugs.
    My mouth is closed tight as I wait for him to finish where he is going with this. Rolling his eyes at me as if I’m the one who should be getting it, he tucks a piece of his blond hair behind his ear.
    “Tighten your jay jay up.”
    Huh?
    “Where in the fuck did that come from, Frankie?”
    I shouldn’t be at a loss for words right now since it is coming from Frankie after all, but shit.
    “My mama said that after she had moi,” he rests his hand over his heart, batting his eyelashes. “Every time she would laugh or sneeze… she would pee herself.”
    “Gross!”
    Frankie’s just standing there, towering over me as he grins widely down at me. I pinch my eyebrows together, thinking, what the fuck did he just say ? Squatting down, he rests his hands on my knees, giving them a quick