Chapter 18 - Azalea

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After a long, glorious and anticipated wedding day, Franky and I were headed to our hotel room. Although of course we wanted to go off to Italy we couldn't because we had to deal with the new house and plus I could pop any moment. Mateo was pretty impatient, just like his mother, both of them actually.

Franky and I were in the back of the limo, she had her head rested in my lap. She drank too much. I'm not mad at her, I know seeing Jeremiah really pissed her off. But I just need her to realize that I only have eyes for her. No one could walk into my life, from my past or my future, and make me question my loyalty to her.

I brushed Franky's hair back and called her name to try and wake her up. When that didn't work I lightly slapped her face a couple times. She woke up confused and dazed.

"Where are we baby?" She looked all around. It was funny just watching her try to figure out what was going on. She then stopped and grabbed her head.

"Yeah drunky, we're pulling up to the hotel. Time to take you upstairs and get you in bed."

We somehow made it to the room and when I opened it and walked in, my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe Franky had done this for me. I sometimes forget just how much of a sweet, romantic she is. But it's one of the reasons why I love her so deeply.

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