You're Beautiful To Me

When I finally manage to calm down mom drags me inside, ushering me into the living room where it's warm and I feel safe, surrounded by all the familiar furnishings and pictures from my childhood. "Hang on baby I'll be right back" she tells me and when she comes back she's holding two steaming cups, coffee for me and herbal tea for herself. She sits them on the coffee table and takes a seat beside me on the couch. I slide over and she wraps her arms around me, letting me cuddle into her side like I'm five again. "What happened?" She asks and I tell her the whole story while she listens without interrupting. When I finally stop she says "Honey you know running away like that was incredibly stupid right? Frank is probably worried sick about you right now." I hang my head, feeling like a child as she scolds me. "I couldn't deal with it" I tell her, trying to defend myself. "I know honey, but you're a grown up now and you have responsibilities and running away from your husband and new born child isn't very responsible is it?" I sigh but don't say anything and after a few minutes of silence she says "Go on, your room is waiting for you" and I know she's letting me know I can spend the night. I lean in and press a soft kiss to her cheek before hugging her and leaving the room, making my way up the stairs and halfway up I hear her start to talk. "Hi Frank sweety it's Donna" and I keep walking, stumbling into my old room and collapsing on the bed, finding sleep taking over almost immediately, my mind needing an escape.

I am woken the next morning by warm wet lips pressing against my own and when I open my eyes I come face to face with Frank. "Hey beautiful" he says softly and I feel my bottom lip start to quiver. "Don't cry baby" he coos at me as his hands gently stroke through my hair and he leans in to kiss me softly. I kiss back and soon we are making out heatedly in my childhood room and I pull away panting for breath as I say "You still want to touch me?" "Baby, I told Mikey I didn't want to know after you left, if it truly means that much to you that we not talk about it then I don't want to know. But I will say that if you ever want to tell me, nothing you could possibly say could change my opinion of you or the way I feel about you." I launch myself into his chest, burying my face in his shirt as I say "Thank you." He holds me close for a while before we drag ourselves out of bed and go downstairs, finding my mom at the kitchen table with Anna in her lap, talking to her and every time she says something Anna gurgles and shrieks back and it's like they're actually having a conversation. I stand in the doorway with Frank and watch, a wide smile on my face as I watch them interact and smile at each other, Anna waving her little arms around excitedly. After a few minutes I say "Good morning cutie pie" and Anna turns her head to look over at us, her eyes lighting up as she recognises who we are and she gurgles at me before bringing her little hands together and clapping once, letting out a small shriek before bringing one hand to her mouth and starting to suck on her fingers. "Very good baby" I praise her, clapping back at her and her little face breaks into a smile as I walk over and pick her up, cuddling her to my chest and she gurgles to me before rubbing her face in my shirt. "You guys can hang around for a little right?" Mom asks and I turn to look at Frank and he smiles and says "We can spend all day."

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