Chapter 23 - Franky

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Two cases of beer later, the guys and I are laid out in the grass. I heard the back door open and out walked my wife. "Aye, my wife is home." I tried to quickly get up off the ground and make my way to her. I stood up and took one step, falling back to the ground. She laughed as she came to help me up.

"Franky, you are such a mess. And you guys are terrible for joining her on this. Now once you guys clean up and can actually walk, come inside and I'll cook some dinner for you." She grabbed me and gave me a kiss. I could never get tired of kissing her; it's just something about her lips that I'll never get over.

Somehow we were able to sober up enough to grab all the beer bottles and put them in the recycling bin. We put the lawn chairs back as they were and fixed the umbrella on the table. We made it up to the deck and stood looking out on the yard proud of our accomplishment. The second we walk in the door you could smell Azalea's spaghetti. The guys would always nag about how their girlfriends couldn't make spaghetti as good as my baby.

Rico, being the greedy gorilla that he is, reached for his plate but stopped once Azalea turned around. "Un uh guys, go wash your hands. Don't know what all you four got into out there." She was treating us like her kids right now and I thought it was hilarious. But like the little kids that we are we ran to the bathroom fighting to get done first.

The guys came into the kitchen grabbing their plates and thanked Azalea. I walked up behind her wrapping my arms around her, kissing her neck. "Yes, thank you wife." She laid her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Damn, do I love her.

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