After 5 years of being Together, you finally got top surgery. frank was so proud for you, you could finally be comfortable and happy in your body. and he could lay on your chest, or swim, or do other things that required not wearing a shirt.. and it was like a little observation, hed never really cared for a top surgery patient. but maybe hed be a bit biased in his care, as you were his lover..

after your surgery, your were pretty immobilie. could lift up your arms or wear shirts. and who took care of you? frank. he was a gentleman. but.. he broke the rules sometimes. he was only human, he had needs.

at the moment, you were laying down in bed. waiting for the click of your front door opening. which it eventually did.

"Honey, I'm home..!"

he said in a soft, playful tone as he came in, taking off his coat. he was a bit exhausted, a doctors job was long, but he always had energy for his favorite patient. he came by and sat next to you.

“Hiya hun.. can you show me your chest?”

he said softly, putting a hand on your cheek. he was gentle.