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"Morning babe." I stretched, sitting up in bed. It had been three months since Marcello died and that meant it had been three months since I'd been sleeping in this room every night but I was still yet to get used to the luxury of our bedroom. It still marveled me every single morning.

"Morning." Frank called back in a lazy voice, groaning as he said my name. He swung his arm around me as though we had nowhere to go.

I gently slid his hand away and got to my feet, "come on babe, get up, we have places to be." I was attempting to move away when he held my wrist and forced me back down to the bed.

"Frank!" I chuckled at his behaviour.

He opened his eyes and tried to settle himself on top of me. "Not even a little morning kiss."

"Ew, your breath stinks." I said, dodging his kiss. When he leaned away from me, I planted a soft kiss on his lips and got to my feet, "you know we can't be lste for work."

He groaned his disapproval and lazily got to his feet. I offered him a small smile, "come