I was finally able to see Frank again and I was so happy. It's been a couple weeks and I just wanted to kiss him again. Patrick’s been telling me how he's doing and he's getting a lot better apparently.
I made sure I looked okay before going into the hospital room. Frank looked so much better now. His hair was washed and his skin had color in it. I couldn't see the bandages anymore, he wore a loose t-shirt. Frank wasn't connected to the machines anymore and he seemed to be moving around a lot easier.
“Daddy!” I exclaimed.
I hurried to his side and Frank smiled.
“Baby boy, I missed you,” Frank said, giving me a kiss. “I love you.”
I felt my eyes filled with tears.
“Baby, what's wrong?” He asked, cupping my cheek in his hand.
“I just missed you so much,” I whimpered.
He smiled
