Dear Frankie (Locked tight to indianrunner)
Ryan battled with the decision, in the days after the rescue of Kamil from India, and the hurried marriage to Altaaf. It was hectic, helping her new son adjust to life after his mother's murder, in a new land, and with the news of a new baby on the way. But the letter had to be written...there were things that had to be said.
Dear Frankie,
Every day, I see something crazy or cool, and I want to show it to you. I miss you, a lot. Alex said you were doing work for him. I am still working for my aunt.
The thing is...
I met this terrorist...
I knew that would get your attention.
He's wonderful, beautiful. He loves me. I can't figure out why, given how gorgeous he is and I am just me. But he is a talented artist and a really good man. He just found out he has a son, who is two, and we are raising him.
I'm a mom!
Yeah, and I got married. In Vegas. I know what you are thinking. I remember Vegas, how you found me so lost. I'm not lost anymore, Frankie. I'm pregnant, too. Got shot again, somewhere in the middle of all that.
I don't think I'm making sense. But, then, when did I? You see, all I know is that you are out there, somewhere, and I hope that you think of me, now and then, and remember that I do love you. I don't think one love replaces or removes another. A corner of my heart...a smelly, drunken, messy, potentially condemned corner...belongs to you. It always will. You were my first. You are my friend. I dreamed of you, not long ago, dreamed that I woke up in my bed to the smell of your cigarettes, and that you were in my room watching Altaaf and I sleep. It kind of scared me, at first. But then I realized that you are always there, watching me, in some way. Did I tell you that I miss you?
We're going to buy a new house. I know you will know, you always find me when you want to. The kids are all good, Sara and Lizzie send their love to Uncle Frankie. I send you mine, from that corner of my heart that will always have your name scratched into it with your fingernails.
Stay safe, Frankie. Please don't forget me...I will never forget you.
With love...forever
Firecracker
AKA - Mrs. Ryan Jacks-Khan
She's surprised it has taken her so long to write this. Her son and husband would be rising soon, and the baby inside her is so small, little more than a whisper of the future. It suddenly occurs to her that her child is under that corner of her heart that belongs, forever, to Frankie Roberts. He would probably call it a little parasite, knowing him. But from his corner, he would watch over them both...because it was what he did. She folds the letter, and slips in a recent picture. "Ammi, Ammi!" Kamil is up. Time to get back to it.
Dear Frankie,
Every day, I see something crazy or cool, and I want to show it to you. I miss you, a lot. Alex said you were doing work for him. I am still working for my aunt.
The thing is...
I met this terrorist...
I knew that would get your attention.
He's wonderful, beautiful. He loves me. I can't figure out why, given how gorgeous he is and I am just me. But he is a talented artist and a really good man. He just found out he has a son, who is two, and we are raising him.
I'm a mom!
Yeah, and I got married. In Vegas. I know what you are thinking. I remember Vegas, how you found me so lost. I'm not lost anymore, Frankie. I'm pregnant, too. Got shot again, somewhere in the middle of all that.
I don't think I'm making sense. But, then, when did I? You see, all I know is that you are out there, somewhere, and I hope that you think of me, now and then, and remember that I do love you. I don't think one love replaces or removes another. A corner of my heart...a smelly, drunken, messy, potentially condemned corner...belongs to you. It always will. You were my first. You are my friend. I dreamed of you, not long ago, dreamed that I woke up in my bed to the smell of your cigarettes, and that you were in my room watching Altaaf and I sleep. It kind of scared me, at first. But then I realized that you are always there, watching me, in some way. Did I tell you that I miss you?
We're going to buy a new house. I know you will know, you always find me when you want to. The kids are all good, Sara and Lizzie send their love to Uncle Frankie. I send you mine, from that corner of my heart that will always have your name scratched into it with your fingernails.
Stay safe, Frankie. Please don't forget me...I will never forget you.
With love...forever
Firecracker
AKA - Mrs. Ryan Jacks-Khan
She's surprised it has taken her so long to write this. Her son and husband would be rising soon, and the baby inside her is so small, little more than a whisper of the future. It suddenly occurs to her that her child is under that corner of her heart that belongs, forever, to Frankie Roberts. He would probably call it a little parasite, knowing him. But from his corner, he would watch over them both...because it was what he did. She folds the letter, and slips in a recent picture. "Ammi, Ammi!" Kamil is up. Time to get back to it.