"You're really going to Italy now?" I asked sadly.

"Yeah, my grandparents want to go and I finally have a calm moment in the business that I can," Frank said as he packed.

"I'm gonna miss you," I said.

"I'll only be gone a couple of days," he said.

"Still, I'll miss you just the same," I said. "It doesn't matter if it's five days or five years. I'll still miss you so much."

"I'm gonna miss you too," he said. "I'll miss you so much. You know I love you more than anything."

I gave him a tight hug and he winced. I frowned in confusion and pulled away. I pulled up his shirt and gasped when I saw the stitched up cut across his stomach.

"Wh-what is this?" I asked.

Frank pulled his shirt down, shaking his head.

"Nothing, I just accidentally tripped and fell, the corner of my desk cut me," he said.

"This is why you wouldn't have sex with me last night?" I asked. "When did this happen?"

"It was yesterday," he said.

"No," I denied. "When was it?"

"Baby, I promise it was yesterday," he said.

"Two days ago you didn't have it and then you went to the meeting and you were with me all of yesterday," I said. "You got it at that meeting."

"Yeah, yesterday? I meant to two nights ago," he said. "I don't know what I was thinking, just got mixed up. I thought today was yesterday."

I frowned and he gave me a soft kiss.

"Help me pack?" He asked.

"I guess I could help," I muttered.

I looked up at him with a smile and he chuckled. We got him packed up and I frowned softly as I looked at the two suitcases. Frank packed up his carry on, making sure to get everything he needed.

"I promise we'll video chat every single day," he said. "And I'll bring you back a pretty souvenir, what would you like?"

"You don't have to," I said.

"But I want to," he stated. "Actually nevermind, I'm gonna make it a surprise."

Frank gave me a soft kiss and smiled. I looked up at him sadly and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hey, Baby, don't get upset now," he said softly. "I promise I won't be gone for long."

"How am I supposed to run the bakery alone?" I asked.

"You won't, my mom's friend will be taking over for her while she's gone," he said.

I nodded and he kissed my cheek.

"What time are you leaving?" I asked.

"In two hours," he said.

"I wish I could go," I said. "But I'm still just too scared to go on a plane."

"Hey, it's okay," Frank said. "Maybe some other time."

I nodded and he gave me a kiss.

"Let's go down and grab some food," he said.

We ate quietly in the kitchen, both of us too sad to talk.

"You should invite someone to stay," he said. "Maybe one of your friends or your brother."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'm sure Mikey would like to hang out, Josh was also wanting to get a look at this place."

"Yeah so you won't be alone here," he said,

"But I won't have you here to cuddle with me," I said. "I'm gonna miss your cuddles. My stuffies just won't be the same."

"Babydoll, I'm gonna miss you too," he said.

I smiled, going upstairs. I went down and handed him my favorite bunny stuffie that he had gotten for me.

"Here, bring Daisy with you," I said. "She'll keep you company and it'll just be a little reminder of me with you."

"Thank you, Baby," he said. "Now I won't be so lonely there in Italy."

"I'm sure you'll have so much to do it'll distract you enough so you don't feel lonely," I said.

"As long as I'm not with you I'll be lonely," he mumbled. "I love you so much it hurts."

Frank smiled, giving me a kiss. We packed  his things into the car and picked up his mom and grandparents on the way to the airport. I helped them carry their things in and he sighed, giving me a kiss when we got to security.

"I'm gonna miss you," I whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Babydoll," he mumbled as his family already started to go through security. "God, I'm gonna miss you, I don't know how I'm going to survive five days without a single kiss from you."

"Text me when you land, okay?" I asked and he nodded. "I wanna make sure that you're safe and your flight goes well."

"Of course," he said.  "Don't worry, I'm gonna be fine."

I nodded, sighing as I gave him a kiss. My eyes were watering and he frowned, pulling me close, letting me bury my face into his shoulder.

"Oh, Baby Boy, please don't cry," he whispered. "You're gonna make me cry."

I sniffled, nodding my head as he pulled away.

"I have to go," he said. "I'll call you later, okay? I love you?"

"I love you too," I whispered.

Frank gave me one last kiss that made my heart melt before he walked through security. I watched him for as long as I could but as soon as he got out of my line of sight from walking around the corner I walked away slowly. I drove myself back home which all of the sudden seemed far too big and empty as I stood alone in the foyer.

"Hey, Mikey," I said as I called him. "You wanna stay the night at my place tonight? We can order pizza and play video games."

"Yeah, that sounds cool," he agreed. "I'll have mom drop me off."

"I thought you just got your driver's license," I said.

"Yeah but mom still doesn't trust me enough to drive," he said. "I'll be there in a bit."

He hung up and I sighed as I looked around. I cleaned up a bit, just trying to keep myself busy and do something with my hands. After a shower and then fixing up the bed I cleaned up and organized my art supplies.

When I got bored I ended up just continuing a painting I had been working on before. Frank gave me a room next to his home gym to be an art studio for myself. It had massive windows on the side, perfect for ventilation. There were shelves just covered in art supplies, most of which was bought by Frank. I always told him that he didn't need to but he said he couldn't help but shower me in gifts.

My painting was glaring at me from where it was set up on the easel. Left unfinished and forgotten about for far too long but it really was about time that I actually work on it and try to finish it. It was a painting of a night scenery from the top of the Eiffel Tower, like what I had seen with Frank on our vacation. He hasn't seen it yet, I was planning on giving it to him for his birthday.

The hardest part was probably all the little lights as well as the buildings seen from the top of the tower. But I was determined to make sure it was perfect, I couldn't give Frank something that was anything less than perfect after he spent so much money on nice paints and brushes for me.

Mikey finally got here and the two of us went to the basement. We hooked up the xbox to the projector in the movie room. The two of us spent all night just playing games and eating pizza. Frank had an entire selection of games that he had probably been collecting since he was a kid. The entirety had to be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ranging all the way from new PS4 all the way back to the Atari.

"You can sleep here in the guest room," I told Mikey. "I'm right down the hall."

I went back to my room and sighed as I got dressed into a pair of pink silk pajama shorts and a soft white t-shirt. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, checking my phone about every five minutes. I knew Frank was meant to call soon, he should have landed about half an hour ago. As I was curling up in bed I finally heard my phone ring.

"Hey, Baby Boy, how's everything there?" Frank asked.

"Good, Mikey's staying the night," I said.

I laid down in bed, smiling up at the ceiling.

"How was your flight?" I asked.

"It was fine," he said. "Food kinda sucked."

I chuckled and I heard a quiet sigh.

"I miss you already," he said. "But I'm at the hotel room now, curled up in bed with Daisy."

"Isn't it already day there?" I asked. "Why are you still in bed.?"

"Jet lag," he muttered. "I'm too tired to go out today."

"Oh, well, I'll just let you sleep now," I said. "I'm heading to bed now. Goodnight, Daddy, I love you."

"I love you, too," he said. "Goodnight, Beautiful."

I hung up, turning off the lights. I curled up in the bed and quickly fell asleep thinking about Frank and I and our possible future wedding.

I was woken up later in the middle of the night by some stirring in my room. The moon gave me just enough light to see people standing over me and I gasped as I sat up. The person on my left grabbed my arm and I tried to pull away. I thought that it had been a dream but I was slowly getting the sense that this was all too real.

"S-stop," I whimpered. "What's going on?"

It was dark but I saw someone with rope and a roll of duct tape. I jumped out of my bed, running to the door when someone grabbed me and pulled me onto the ground. I cried out in pain but hands soon wrapped around my throat, squeezing tight. I gasped, pulling at his wrists. I kicked him in the face, finally getting him off me and I scrambled up to my feet again.

"Don't move," someone said.

They aimed a gun at my head and I whimpered as I froze, my eyes watering.

"Get on your knees," he said.

"P-please, don't," I sobbed, slowly sinking down onto my knees.

"Gee, what's going on?" Mikey asked as he opened the door.

A gunshot rang out and I screamed as Mikey fell to the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming.

"S-stop!" I screamed. "Please, don't!"

They tied my hands and feet up, tearing off a piece of my shirt to stuff in my mouth before taping over it. I sobbed as someone threw me over their shoulder and I was taken from my house.