As Frank was driving he glanced at me with love in his eyes. It really made me smile. I have never had someone love me or treat me how Frank did. But underneath it all, under all the love and compassion he had a dark side. The side that only comes out at home. This was his love for being my "Daddy". Only I have seen this side before and have a tally enjoyed it. He calls my his "Little Princess" or "Kitten", I really don't mind it.
As he parks the car and takes a deep breath. "Are you okay," I say.
"Yeah I'm just nervous to meet your parents. What if they don't like me," Frank says with a tremble in his voice.
"They will love you, I promise."
"Okay, I'm just..." he pauses "...scared."
"There's no need to be scared babe."
"Okay, princess."
After he gets out he walks over to my side and opens th door for me. I smile at him to assure him tha t everything will be okay. He closes the door and holds my hand. I can feel his palms sweating. I knock on the door and give Frank a quick kiss. I hear my mom running down the stairs to answer the door.
"They're here!"
I can hear my brothers bickering. My mom opens the door and welcomes us with a big hug and a smile.
"Make yourself at home Frank. Do you want anything? Water? Soda? Beer?" She asks Frank.
"No I'm ok but thank you for the offer."
"Actually mom can I get a water"
"Sure hun,"she says as she exits the living room
After 3 torturous ours of listening to my mom and dad and my brothers bickering, we finally left.
Hey guys shit is about to get super dirty so be prepared.
