After a particularly long day, you had slumped into bed; not even bothering to change out of your clothes. Frank had noticed this when he woke up, a pitiful look on his face.

"Oh, you poor thing..." He spoke in a quiet voice, gently stirring you awake. "Baby, come on, you need to get out of these clothes." After hearing you resist, claiming that you just wanted to sleep, he chuckled.

Frank opted on letting you rest for a little longer, as he made his way downstairs, to prepare some well-deserved breakfast in bed for you. He made all your favorites, before finally making his way back into the bedroom.

"Okay, lovebug, you really need to wake up now." He grinned, sitting down next to your sleeping form, the breakfast tray on the nightstand. "Made you breakfast and all, come on..." He murmured, pulling you into his arms.