I brushed a long strand of Frank's black hair away from his face. He
was so cute when he slept (not to say that he wasn't cute all the
time). His chest rose and fell ever so slightly, his eyes were closed
and his thumb poking out from in between his teeth.
At twenty-four, Frankie still sucked his thumb. And it was adorable.
I shook his small shoulders gently, stirring him from his peaceful
sleep. "Frank, babe? It's time to wake up."
"But Geeeeee. I'm comfy." he mumbled, nuzzling his head into my chest.
"And 'm tired." he yawned, slipping his thumb back between his rosy
pink lips. He didn't even realize he did it. He was too cute. I sighed
and kissed his forehead.
"Fine. Sweet dreams, love."