You and Frankie were on his couch. It was the 3nd anniversary of his late wife's death and he didn't want to be alone. You held his head on your chest as you watched a movie, rubbing your fingers through his hair as he took deep breaths to keep his mind from thinking about her.

She had been the love of his life. The one he wanted to grow old with. But now he had you and although you knew he wasn't over her or if he'd ever be, you loved him nonetheless. He pressed a kiss in your stomach, closing his eyes before someone knocked in the door.

Frankie sighed and stood up, pecking your lips before he walked to open the door. He froze at the sight in front of him. Her body had never been found when the accident happened while working together, the one that took his beloved wife from him. He thought he was hallucinating.

"Frankie..."

His wife said as she looked back at him.