Sensation

Chapter 2 - Azalea

It seemed as if almost yesterday I was stuck in Afghanistan in a clay house, in the middle of no where. I still wake up in the middle of the night confused and unaware of where I am. When I roll over, I still jump looking at Franky. Then I realize I am safe, I am alright, alive and well. It makes me sad knowing I can't sleep like I used to but, I knew this would be a side effect. Franky is still helping me be more, human. I was mistreated basically my entire life and she is more aware of my depression and anxiety than I am.

I actually slept more peaceful than I have in so long last night, I woke up and rolled over to find on Franky's side of the bed to find a note and my favorite food, blueberry pancakes. I rubbed my face as I sat up feeling the scar that was placed along my jawline that reminds me of all the terrible things I had went through. I put my head in my hands and cried, missing Franky but more importantly, missing myself.

The note from Franky read,

"My Dearest,

I know things have been rough the past couple of days but, it will all be alright. Everything is going to go smooth next week at our wedding. All of our friends will be there and you will look stunning. Just like you do now, in my t-shirt. I can't wait to see you tonight, we have big plans my love. Have a wonderful and relaxing day. Take it easy. I love you.

Franky"

I smiled, wiped the tears from my face and noticed that I do have things good now. I am okay, as I ate my delicious pancakes I couldn't help but think about the night before. The kisses that we're placed along my lips, I retouched them and laid back on our silk sheets and smiled. I went to go slide my long fingers with my acrylic nails between the strands of my hair realizing it only went down to my shoulders now, instead to the middle of my back. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of our king size bed. As I walked to the bathroom I stopped and felt my stomach, the kicking had begun. The distinct love of another human, being made inside of me.

We went to the doctors about three and a half months ago. Sperm donors were the next step, we picked one out within two days. It felt like it would've taken forever but, it didn't. Our sperm donor was Puerto Rican and Italian like Franky's ethnicity. It seemed as though we were taking it day by day and I loved it.

I got into the shower and had the music playing.

"I'll love you until, we're seventy." I just kept singing and making weird noises because I was having so much fun dancing with my baby inside of me. We made a baby, we were going to be married and we loved each other. There was never a day we didn't do something affectionate for each other; I threw on my black leggings and a New York & Company white shirt, with my thigh high brown and black boots. I looked in the mirror thinking about how long my hair was, how it was so curly and nappy right now. I giggled a little and began straightening my hair so it would be a tad-bit longer. I then walked through the kitchen, through the living room and out through the door, looking behind me and just smiled. I then locked the door and went to my black Cadillac Escalade in the garage. I was going shopping until Franky got off work.

As I stepped foot into Amelio's, I was waiting to be seated when Franky came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist and I leaned back putting my head on her shoulder. She then kissed my forehead as the hostess announced, "We're ready to seat you whenever you're ready Mrs. Minelli."

We went to sit down and Franky pulled my chair out and watch me slowly bend down into the seat to sit. The hostess then said, "Your waiter will be right with you." Franky nodded at her and she walked away. Damn, do I love Franky so much, her eyes are gorgeous as she watches me and my movements. "Well hello beautiful. How are my two favorite people?" I giggled a little and looked up and smiled.