Frankie Morales-Fire

Chapter 17

Frankie's been gone for about three weeks now. I'm nearly three months along and getting bigger by the day.

I'm so pissed at him, I'm afraid IF he does come back, I'll kill him. He had no right taking off like THAT. He PROMISED ME.

So much for his shit promises. He argued that the money would be good with the new baby coming.

"Like money's going to help me raise my child alone, if you don't come back alive!" I'd snapped.

"I'll come back, Luna. I promise." Huh. Screw him AND his damn promises. Nova's been extra clingy and I KNOW it's because she misses Frankie and because she can sense my uneasiness and anxiety.

I just hope that dumbass does come back to us. Because if he doesn't, I honestly don't think I make it.
***
"Still no word from Frankie?" I don't understand WHY Kayla is even bothering to ask me. She knows damn well I haven't heard from him.

"What do you think?" I snap, feeling all that anger building up inside of me. I want to hit something. Preferably Frankie's face.

"He'll come back, Luna. I just know he will," Kayla says softly.

"That's not the point!" I yell, tears pricking at my eyes. "He shouldn't have left in the first place! I mean, for Pete's sake! He's got a wife and child to look after! Not to mention another baby on the way!" I'm crying by now, but only because I'm so pissed off.

I lean over, snatching up a wad of napkins to blow my nose with.

"I knew it was a mistake letting the douchebag in to my life. Grrr! I am such an idiot! Some good looking man makes goo goo eyes at me and next thing you know, I'm a goner." I storm up front to go flip the closed sign to open.

Kayla doesn't say anything else about Frankie to me and I'm glad. I'm afraid the next person to bring him up, I'm going to slug them right on the face with a two by four.
***
Nova is being incredibly whiny this evening. She cries because she wants me hold her, but the moment she's in my arms, she's squirming around and whining because she wants down.

"Damnit!" I explode. "Make up your friggin mind!" Nova takes one look at my angry expression and bursts into tears. I sigh.

Now I feel like the wicked bitch of the west. Damn Morales! Where the hell is he? He should be HERE, helping me with our daughter.

Instead he's off, God knows where, doing God knows what. I move pulling Nova into my arms. She actually snuggles up against me and I kiss her forehead.

"Daddy?" She looks up at me, her brown eyes filled with tears. I know she's trying to ask where Frankie is.

"I don't know where Daddy is, my love," I whisper. "But he better get back home soon. Before I go out and find him and drag him back."
***
I'm half asleep as I struggle to get up and use the bathroom. One of many lovely perks of being pregnant, you'll constantly peeing.

It's especially fun when the baby decides to lay right on top of your bladder. So then it feels like you have to pee even more and more urgently.

I stumble down the hallway, flipping on the bathroom light and walking inside. I pull my underwear down and sit on the toilet, pissing for about a full minute.

After I finish, I head back to the bedroom. That's when I hear it: a car outside the house. I quickly flip off the lights and stumble over to the front window, trying to get a look at whoever it might be.

I've had to be careful because of where I live, it's not always the safest place. I worry constantly for Nova's safety. There are a lot of drug dealers living around this area.

Mostly because the local law doesn't give a shit and they rarely patrol this area. I can just make out a silhouette of a truck.

It's not a big truck, though. I frown, my heart beating faster. I curse Frankie under my breath. It was nice having a big, strong man living here.

It made me feel much safer and I didn't worry about Nova as much. There's some movement from the truck, but I can't make out who.

The figure is walking towards the house and I swear softly. I hurry off to the bedroom and pull a revolver out of my nightstand.

I don't enjoy having a loaded gun on my property, especially with a young child around. But it's come in handy more than once. And I put it away during the day. I only have in my nightstand at night.

I creep quietly back out front. I hear a key or a pick being inserted into the key latch. I raise the gun and steady myself, ready to defend my daughter, if I have to.

A figure slinks inside. They drop a heavy bag on the ground. I cock the gun, aiming it at the figure.

"Hold it right there, douchebag," I say softly. The figure turns and a light is turned on. I stare in disbelief, almost as if I can't believe it.

"Luna? What the hell are you doing?" It's Frankie.