You're Beautiful To Me

Four days later Annabelle and I are allowed to go home and I am under strict instructions to take it very easy and not move around more than necessary to not to lift anything other than the baby for the next two weeks so I can heal. When we get home Frank talks about taking two weeks off from the bar but I tell him not to. "Frankie baby we'll be just fine while you're at work" I argue with him. "We need the money baby." He sighs before saying "Yeah ok you're right." The first shift he goes back he makes me dinner and Annabelle a bottle before he goes and kisses us goodbye before leaving. I finish giving her the bottle before burping her and putting her down for a sleep before sitting on the couch and picking at my own dinner but not eating much since I'm not being forced to. I push the plate away across the table and lay back, watching tv while Annabelle naps in her bassinet beside the couch. I'm almost asleep myself when she starts crying and I slowly drag myself off the couch and pick her up, her little face rubbing into my shirt as he cradle her to my chest and I feel her diaper, finding it needs to be changed. I carry her into her room and lay her on the change table, changing her quickly while she kicks her legs out and screams and as soon as her new diaper is on and I've pulled her little pants back up she stops screaming and when I cradle her to my chest again she hiccups and closes her eyes again. As I carry her back to the living room her little lips purse like she's trying to suck and I giggle at how cute she looks and I stop by the kitchen to grab her another bottle, settling on the couch and putting the bottle to her lips. She immediately latches on and starts sucking, drinking her formula until she's drunk it all and I put her over my shoulder and gently pat her back, burping her and she vomits a little on the towel I have resting over my shoulder just in case. I settle her back in my lap and wipe her mouth, throwing the towel on the table and sitting back again, gently bouncing her in my arms as she falls asleep again. Just as I'm about to put her back in her bassinet Frank comes home and rushes over to kneel infront of us. "How are my two precious baby's doing?" He asks and I smile as I say "Tired babe." He sighs as he stands and takes Annabelle from my arms and places her in her bassinet before turning back to help me up from the couch. Once I'm up I walk into the bedroom, Frank following pushing the bassinet.

After we settle in bed and Annabelle is tucked in Frank rolls onto his side to face me and I grip the front of his shirt in my fist and pull him in, sealing my lips to his. "Mmm baby we can't" he murmurs out and I whine as I say "But baby, I'm fine, really. I want you so fucking bad, wanna feel you deep inside me." "Ohh baby don't tempt me, I'd love nothing more than to just fuck your brains out but the doctor said no." I huff as I pull away and Frank cups my face in his hands as he says "Babe please don't be like that. I'm only thinking about your wellbeing and if the doctor said no he must have a reason for it." I pout and Frank leans down and kisses me again and I give in, kissing back and tangling my tongue with his. "Mmm you smell amazing, like cigarettes and beer" I tell him and he chuckles as he says "You smell pretty damn good yourself babe." We continue to kiss gently until I yawn into Franks mouth and he pulls back, pulling me into his side and holding me until I fall asleep.

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