One time while I was in the hospital I was really drugged out and almost rolled off the surgical table but the nurses caught me and that thought makes me laugh every day I hope it makes you smile too bc now for some sadness sorry

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I clung to Frank for what seemed like hours as the both of us cried. He held me tight in his arms and seemed to have no means of letting go any time soon. I sobbed, my whole body wracking with tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Frank rambled, what he has been saying over and over again for the past half hour.

His phone started ringing for the hundredth time since we've been together. Frank went to send them to voicemail but I stopped him.

"Answer it," I croaked, my voice raspy from crying all day.

I looked at his contact and it showed his mom calling him. Frank hesitated before pressing it to his ear. His mom was yelling so loud even I could hear it as he cringed and pulled the device from his ear.

"What the hell are you doing?!" His mom screamed, voice coming from the phone that wasn't even on speaker.

"I'm sorry," Frank whispered.

"You left that poor girl crying at the altar!" She yelled.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen," Frank said softly.

"Why would you do this?!" She screamed. "The best man and maid of honor are making phone calls right now to cancel everything! Jamia is a mess! Why would you do this?!"

"I love someone else, mom," Frank stated.

"You been cheating?!" She yelled. "Frank Anthony, I swear I--"

Frank hung up, cutting her off. He cradled me in his lap again, kissing the top of my head. The two of us cried together. I was crying in relief for finally having Frank but I don't know why Frank was crying.

"D-daddy?" I choked out. "Wh-why are y-you crying?"

"I messed up," Frank cried. "Oh god, I messed everything up. Between us and messed up the wedding and just ruined everything."

I hugged him tight, his suit getting wet with my tears. His phone rang more but he simply turned off his device. Frank laid back on the bed and I rested my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating quickly.

I finally had him. I had my soulmate in my arms and I wanted to keep him here forever. I was so close to losing him. Close to losing him to marriage and I didn't want that ever again. I wanted to stay with Frank forever and ever.

"Gee?" Frank asked and I hummed in response. "D-do you still love me? Even after everything I did?"

"I will never not love you," I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head. I saw the colors that filled my room and I sighed in relief. I didn't think I'd ever see them again. I looked at my plain white desk with a chair of a color that I still couldn't quite put a name too. The purplish/brownish/reddish color.

"Why did you come back?" I asked.

"I realized I wanted you more than Jamia," Frank said. "I got this awful stomachache and I was so nervous I couldn't even eat. I talked with Brendon and he helped me realize. I ran out doing the wedding, I couldn't force myself to say I do and I knew I was really meant to be with you."

I wiped away my tears, looking at his suit.

"I like you all dressed up nice," I remarked

"I like you in anything," Frank said.

I smiled and kissed him. I laid cuddled up in his arms, feeling the warmth radiating from him.

"You're going to have to talk to people at some point, daddy," I whispered.

He sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "We can worry about that later, Princess, I just wanna be with you right now."

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too, baby boy," Frank repeated. "How about we watch a movie?"

I nodded, getting up and going to the little tv I had on the small stand.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Anything but romance," Frank replied.

I went through the my discs and put in a random one I found, going back to Frank. We cuddled up together on my bed as we watched the screen. I don't know about him, but I couldn't pay a single attention to the screen. My mind was just racing a mile a minute. I kept thinking about what could've possibly happened at the wedding. I kept thinking about Frank.

When I looked up at him I saw that his eyes were unfocused as he was lost in his thoughts too. Neither of us even watched the movie as we sat here cuddled together, his arms tight and securely wrapped around me. I didn't want him to leave me again. I refuse for him to leave me.

"Can you please stay the night, daddy?" I asked.

Frank looked down at me and kissed my forehead. "yeah, of course I will."

I smiled and pressed closer to him, not that it was even possible. I was practically sitting in his lap. And in that thought, I did move over to his lap and curl into a little ball while Frank smoothed out my messy hair. I knew I looked like a complete mess. My eyes were red and puffy, my cheeks pale and red hair going in a million different directions. Well, I haven't been able to see the colors before but now I can that I'm touching Frank and I can see myself in the mirror. My clothes were boring old black and grey. If I couldn't see the colors I didn't want to wear them.

"Daddy, I missed you so much," I cried while he rocked me slowly. "Please don't leave me again I don't want to live without you. You're my soulmate, without you the whole world is just a boring blob of never-ending greys."

"Don't worry, baby, I won't," Frank promised. "Everything is so dull when you're not around. I dorm even know what I was thinking. I was so confused. I've just been with Jamia for so long that the thought of not being with her stemmed so weird. I promise I won't leave you again. I won't hurt you ever again. I didn't mean to hurt you at all. Trust me, I'd never want that."

"I know," I muttered. "I just want to be with you is all."

"I want to be with you too," he said. "Fuck, I wanna be with you forever. I feel like a completely different person when you're not by my side."

I could feel my eyes filling with tears again. I clutched onto his fancy black suit jacket as he ran a hand through my hair soothingly. I looked at his peach colored hand that rested on my stomach with his arm around me. Thankfully, his finger was absent of a ring. I looked at the big tattoo with the heart that said Jamia across it. It made me sick to my stomach.

Frank and Jamia has been through so much together. They had a life, they loved each other. How will I be able to live up to that? Jamia is so great, the two of them were practically soulmates if it weren't for the fact that they don't see the colors together. But Frank and I are meant to be together. We have a 100% compatibility rating. I really shouldn't worry at all but I can't help but to. What if something between us made us break up? I would've ruined both of Frank's relationships. I would have to go back to Eliza.

Oh god, Eliza. I completely forgot about her. I'm going to have to break up with her. I know she will most certainly not be happy with that. She's fucking crazy. She'll, like, stalk Frank and kill him or something. I mean, she's stalked me. Eliza is just pretty much fucking insane. She one time pushed Lindsey down the stairs in middle school because she wanted to say hi to me. She showed up at Frank and I's first date and I know that's because of stalking. She would kill anyone to be with me but then again she'll do whatever I say. If I want ice cream she'll buy me ten flavors, if I want to go out to eat then she'll bring me to a five star restaurant. She's obsessed.

"I'm gonna have to talk to eliza," I said quietly.

"I'm gonna have to talk to Jamia," Frank added.

We both decided to just push those thoughts away. That was something we can deal with later. For now, it was just us two.

However, that peace was short lived when my bedroom door opened and none other than Eliza stood there. She looked shocked then angry as I stood up, running a hand through my hair.

"I came by because you weren't answering my texts and I wanted to make sure you were okay," she stated, crossing her arms as she looked between us pointedly. "Baby boy, what's going on? Was he forcing himself onto you? Is that why it looks like you were crying? Did he hurt you?"

Eliza wrapped me up into a hug but I pulled away.

"E-Eliza, we can't b-be together anymore," I stuttered nervously as Frank stood by my side, holding onto my hand. "W-we're getting back together."

"But I'm your mommy," she said.

"But Frank's my daddy," I countered.

I looked at her light blue eyes that narrowed at Frank.

"I'm sorry--"

My words were cut off when Eliza pushed Frank. His hand slipped from mine and all the colors were gone. Her pretty blue eyes were now just a cold, stony grey.

"Let's go, sweetheart," she said.

Eliza grabbed my hand, pulling me up the stairs. She dragged me through the house with a seemingly iron tight grip on my wrist.

"Eliza, stop," I said, trying to tug my arm away. "E-Eliza, please, let go, you're hurting me."

She seemed to let go at that as we stood in front of the door.

"Eliza, we're over," I stated.

Frank was by my side now as he wrapped an arm around my waist and glared at her.

"You can't leave me," Eliza denied. "I'm pregnant."