Rebecca's P.O.V.
I know all of you beautiful, wonderful people are sitting there with your head in your hands and you're thinking that Frankie and I are crazy and that we need to get our freaking lives together, right?.
I mean, we've marked and mated with each other but most importantly, we're freaking ENGAGED to one other.
We're getting married, yet we can't seem to sit down for five minutes and have a conversation about where we're going to live with each other after all of this BS is over and done with.
This is so dumb.
For two smart people, Frankie and I don't half do some dumbass s**t sometimes.
"Here you go, angel"
Frankie says as he holds out a glass of red wine for me.
"Thank you, honey"
I take the glass from him and have a quick sip of it before resting my head on Frankie
