4 days until Frank gets married. 4 days left. But I'm not thinking about that. Instead, I was currently cuddled with Eliza on her bed. Neither of us were dressed as she had her arms wrapped around me, her hand running through my hair. She kissed the side of my head and I leaned closer to her. “Good boy,” Eliza muttered. I smiled softly, holding onto her hand. “Mommy, what time is it?” I asked. “Almost nine,” she answered. I nodded my head, burying my face into the crook of her neck. I felt warm in her arms, but I knew it'd never be the same as Frank. “Do you have to go home soon, baby?” She asked. “In like an hour,” I said. “So enough time to make me little princess feel special?” She asked. I blushed as her hand ran over my inner thigh. “I know how much you love that

