The Sweetest Devotion (The Affair Series Book 2)

Sweet Girl Of Mine

Francesca Diane Robins had been thinking heavily for the last few weeks about what to do and what to say to Stef. Thoughts of going to see her at work plagued her mind over and over as she noticed the blonde had not been to the diner or to her apartment since she told her she needed space. Never was she rude to the cop but she needed to have all this soak in her mind right now knowing she needed to face it. A few times she had heard from Lena as the woman called to check on her and make sure she was ok. But just like Stef, Frankie checked out and needed time to sort her mind, in a much less destructive way then her mother thankfully. The one thing she did notice was the money that would come in the mail for her almost weekly and she knew who it was from. Keeping it in a draw she just couldn't spend it and when Frankie finally decided to see Stef she would return it to her.

Working longer hours than usual, and studying the best she could it was clear she missed the blonde and felt as if something was really missing from her life. Something that had been always missing if she really thought about it for how in such a short amount of time had she gotten so close to her. How? How did the cop always feel so familiar to her and sometimes could read her mind or her thoughts before she finished them. Of course she knew why now but it had never even occurred to her. Not at all.

Missing her calls, their texts, and long talks at the diner Frankie also had gotten use= to her level of protection and affection. Not since her parents death had Frankie felt so loved and the strange thing was she felt even more loved by Stef than her adoptive parents. It wasn't that they didn't love her for they had and gave her the best life they could but they had shown it very differently in the fact that they were much more reserved and lacked the physical and verbal affection that Stef show easily shared. At first it threw the young girl off but each time the cop hugged her, or grabbed her hand or called her names no one had she melted inside.

It had been a tough year for her since her parents death and even if she struggled she remained optimistic to some extent for they had taught her life lessons the best they could.   The Robins had been strick with Frankie's upbringing and rarely allowed her to do much aside from a few school activities and church events. Of course she was allowed friends but sleepovers were forbidden as well as overnight trips. Despite that she was relatively happy and remained a good kid never succumbing to the peer pressure most of her friends had and had remained level headed. Deep inside, however, Frankie longed for a closer relationship with her parents but it only seemed to go so far and she never understood as to way.

It was when she was 17 that she found out she was adopted and that news threw her for a loop for she never in her life expected that. Ever. Of course she felt angry, she felt betrayed and she didn't speak with her parents for almost six months. All she wanted to know was why they had not told her earlier but they gave no real explanation nor any information about her parents for it had been a closed adoption. Did they know Stef's name, yes, and the only thing they had promised the blonde was they would keep her daughters name for it meant more then anything to her. Francesa Diane.

What really was eating the young girl alive was the letter the cop had mailed her that she had read over and over and brought a million tears to her eyes. A million and the last time she had shed that many tears was at her parents funeral and when she packed up her things from her childhood home.

Dear Francesca Diane, (I'd love to tell you more about where I got your name from and it was the one thing I asked your adoptive parents to keep)

Listen honey I'm sorry to bother you and keep you from your beautiful and busy life with work and school and I know you asked me to give you space. However, I just wanted to let you know a few things so that you no longer go walking around thinking something different of me. Please just hear me out and I hope you keep reading my love.

 Sweetheart, beautiful girl, I had you when I was so very,very, young and I don't want you to think that I didn't want you. I did. Believe me I wanted you more than anything. But I would not have been able to give you the life you needed, the life you deserved, and the life I wanted you to have babygirl for my own life was such a mess more than I could describe in a letter to you. Truth was as hard as it was for me to do it I knew you needed something else, you needed two parents with jobs, parents who were educated and intelligent  and that could give you what I just couldn't at 16.  So after you were born I made that choice but was given the opportunity to spend three amazing days with you in the hospital after I had you. You were a special delivery because you were born a little early  so they needed to keep the both of us for a few extra days, but once you did make your appearance, once I held you in my arms and looked into those pretty eyes that were identical to mine I fell in love with you. I fell in love with you and held you as long as I could sweet girl.  It was then I knew what love really was honey.

Of course there is much more to this story and I never ever meant to mislead you these last few weeks honey. Ever. And to be honest I loved spending time with you, getting to know you and seeing how beautiful you turned out.  Your laugh, your face, smile and voice is everything to me sweetness everything. Listen I'm sorry I was so terrified to let you know who I really was and please don't be angry with Lena she cares so very much and was only doing what I asked of her.

 As you can see I am terrible at expressing myself but I hope to hear from you soon honey. I miss you and I love you. If I don't hear from you I understand and I love you regardless my love. All the best my sweetheart.

xo
Stef

That letter had done the young girl in as she stood against the counter  at work reading it once more soaking up each and every word more and more.

"Why don't you just go see her?" She soon heard and stuffing the letter in her apron as Mariana gently rested her hand on Frankie's shoulder.

"What?""You read that letter at least 100 times. Why don't you just go see her. She comes in here you know."

"When?"

"When you don't work. She asked me how you were. Don't be stubbron."

"I'm not Mari. I'm just thinking."

"You have been thinking for three weeks. I mean I get you are pissed."

"I'm not pissed."

"Then what is it? Normally you face shit head on. I mean are you afaird of what she might tell you?"

"Maybe a tad."

"Look how bad can it be. She had you super young  and couldn't raise you. But its obvious she loves you. Everyone can see that and I can also see how miserable you look. Just talk to her because she is making an effort and doesn't seem to give up. Like you." She laughed as Frankie let out a small smile.

"Yeah you are right. I'll talk to her and maybe go by her job."

"Well you can ask her now it seems." Mariana said as she saw Stef walk in the diner and Frankie froze now turning around to see the blonde herself. Most likely Stef thought she might be gone by now since she changed her shifts to early morning. "I'll take your shift go talk to her."

Letting out a sigh and now making eye contact with the cop Stef was surprised herself but couldn't help but let a smile form on her face as Frankie approached her. Was she nervous. Yes, for she didn't know what her daughter would say. Things were bad enough with Callie and she was hoping it would not be the same with Frankie.

"Hi." Frankie whispered shyly.

"Hi love." Stef said warmly wanting so badly to hug her as the young girls eyes fell on hers.

"Can we talk?"

"Of course baby."

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Frankie and Stef :(((((( And nope Stef does not give up.