What are you doing to me?

I woke up to Frank putting a glass of water on top of my night stand. He looked worried sick- I could almost see the dried up tear streaks down his face. I watched him as he kissed my hand, not seeming to notice that I was awake.
Eventually he noticed I was awake and plastered a fake smile on his face, 'morning, sunshine, sleep well? Does your head hurt?'
I smiled at how caring he can be, 'Yeah, and no my head doesn't hurt.' He nodded and motioned for me to move over, which I happily complied with.
He crawled into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. Can he feel my chub? Am I too heavy for the bed? How does my face look?
His eyes were trained on mine for a long time before he sighed and said, 'We need to talk, baby' I held my breath... Was he going to break up with me for someone else? His face changed from looking bothered to slightly panicked. 'Everything's fine, I just feel like there are somethings we need to clear up.'
I nodded, but the million things that he could say were already embedding themselves in my brain.

Notes

Sorry it so short, but I boke my phone and attempted to write this on my tablet.
The next chapter will be longer and hopefully more interesting.

Until then, have a good day/night everyone!
- xo cellabrationaf