Audrey Hepburn's Pearls: Part I

Chapter 19.4: 1967, Georgina

Chapter 19.4: 1967, Georgina

 

"Georgina, are you awake?"

"Mm...?"

"Pretty eyes. Are you awake?"

"Mmm..."

"I've been thinking."

"You think a lot."

"I've been thinking about when we're married."

"Mm...yes?"

"We could have kids. Did you ever think about what you would name them?"

"Frank and Nancy."

"Oh? Why?"

"Because your name is Frank and Frank Sinatra's daughter is named Nancy."

"Oh cuddle bun, that's perfect."

"Mhm."

I rolled over on the hotel bed and peered into the eager eyes of Frankie, looking down at me as if from heaven above. The moonlight cast a glow around us. It was flowing through the fly-aways of Frankie's boyish blonde hair. 

"You've been thinking about it, too?" he whispered to me, hugging me to him. I could feel his arms bunching up the soft fabric of my nightgown around my chest and waist. 

"Every day," I admitted, rolling over onto my back. He laid his head on my chest and my fingers found his beautiful golden hair. He kissed the cloth of my nightgown, then buried his face into it lovingly. 

"My dad would be so happy that we'd honor his favorite singer like that. He loves Frank Sinatra," he sighed into me, the happiest boy on earth.

"Would your father know?" I asked, suddenly confused.

"What do you mean?" he breathed, totally oblivious.

"I thought you said we'd have to go away to get married. That we could only get married if people never knew I had been...you know...like this," I said quietly, staring at the ceiling now. 

"He could visit us, though. In Hawaii, maybe. Would you like to live in Hawaii?" he asked, suddenly sounding so very young, naive. 

I was quiet. He heard this, and he rested his chin on my chest now, peering at my face. My hand began to massage his hair once more and he shifted his cheek against my chest, laid there again, his beautiful blue-green eyes closed.

"Yes, I'd love to live in Hawaii, Frankie, but that's not my point," I whispered to him. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, catching on.

"Would your dad even know about us?" I asked. 

"He already does. I told him," Frankie smiled blissfully.

My breath stopped. He felt it of course and he lifted himself up on his arms, halfway over me in sudden pose. Looking down at me, his pretty bangs framed the top of his face. It looked like a scene from a movie. I wanted to be enchanted but I just couldn't.

"You told your father?" I breathed in. 

"You don't need to look so fearful," Frankie gently smiled down to me, still in a dream. 

"Frankie..." I whispered, my eyes wide in fear. My throat closed up, my body not knowing how to react to his idiotic naievte. I loved him so much but...what had he done?

"Its okay," he tried to assure, brushing away my long curly bangs from my face with his slender piano fingers. He was looking at me so lovingly but I was so afraid. Afraid of him.