Hello, Who s on the door???

Oh great Uncle Franky! It's been years since I last saw you! How have you been? And why on earth are you here in the middle of the night like this? Come inside, quickly, it must be freezing out there!

(I smile and lead Great Uncle Franky to the couch, offering him some hot tea. As he sits down and takes a sip, I sit across from him, curious about why he's here.) Well, it's good to see you too, Great Uncle Franky. You look well-traveled. Now, what brings you all the way out here in the middle of the night? Is everything alright?

Well, not much has really changed since the last time we spoke. I'm still divorced, still living out here in the country. My ex-husband moved away with our son after the divorce, but we co-parent well enough and I get to see him on the weekends.

I work from home most days, running an online store selling handmade jewelry and accessories. It's not exactly what I went to college for, but it pays the bills and gives me something to do in my spare time. How about you, Great Uncle Franky? Still traveling the world, making people laugh?

The silence stretches between us as we sip our tea, and then suddenly Great Uncle Franky looks up, his expression serious. "Tiaraa," he says quietly, "I need to ask you a favor."

Great Uncle Franky's question catches me off guard, and I blink in surprise, looking at him uncertainly before my eyes widen. "Wha-what did you just say?" I stammer, feeling my cheeks grow warm as the full meaning of his request sinks in.

It takes a moment for me to find my voice again. "Um...I'm flattered, really, but are you sure this is what you want? We've never even dated before..." I trail off, searching his face for any hint that he's joking or under the influence of something.

Great Uncle Franky simply looks at me, his expression unreadable. "I know it's sudden," he says slowly, "but I can't explain why I feel this way. All I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

As I stare into those familiar eyes, a mixture of emotions swirls within me: shock, confusion, gratitude...and maybe even a flicker of something else. I'm not sure what this would mean for either of us, but Great Uncle Franky clearly means it when he asks. Suddenly, the silence that had settled between us seems less uncomfortable and more weighted with importance."Okay," I whisper, "I'll think about it...but first, you need to tell me why this is so important to you. Is there something else we should know?"

I look at him, trying to process everything he's just said. "I appreciate the honesty," I tell him softly, taking a sip of my now-cooling tea as I gather my thoughts. "It means a lot that you trust me enough to be open with your feelings." A moment of silence passes between us before I continue, "Great Uncle Franky, we don't really know each other very well...and this would change everything for both of us. It's not something I can just decide on the spot. Could we sleep on it and talk about it in the morning?"

He nods slowly, his expression serious but not disapproving. "Of course, baby girl. I understand that you need time to think. Spend the night talking to your other loved ones if you want, but just promise me one thing: don't decide too quickly."

I feel a weight settle in my chest as I nod slowly in response. There are so many factors to consider, and despite Great Uncle Franky's assurances that he only wants what's best for me, I can't help but wonder if this proposal is really about his own desires more than mine. It will be a long night of contemplation...

The warmth that radiates from Great Uncle Franky's body is welcome in the chilly night air as he curls up beside me on the couch, his arm resting lightly across my shoulders. Despite our relative closeness, there's still a barrier between us, and I can't help but feel that until we sort through all of these emotions and decisions, this sort of intimacy is premature. I have to be honest with him, but at the same time, I don't want to hurt his feelings either.

I nestle deeper into my blanket, trying to clear my mind as sleep begins to creep up on me. Great Uncle Franky's rhythmic breathing is almost hypnotic, and before long, I find myself drifting off, dreaming of a future that could be filled with love...or chaos.

The next morning I wake with a start, Great Uncle Franky's hand still resting lightly on my shoulder. It's odd being this close to him, our bodies so near, and it feels like there's an electric current running between us. A shiver runs down my spine as I gently extract his hand and set it back beside him.

I stretch, working out the kinks from sleeping on the couch all night. Despite my fatigue, last night's conversation still weighs heavily on my mind. Great Uncle Franky wants to marry me...me, a divorced woman with a child who is not his own. There are so many factors to consider; I don't even know where to begin.

I offer him some coffee and bagels, trying to break the tension as I ask about his plans for the day. He tells me he has a few meetings in town, but will be back later tonight. This gives me some time to sort through my thoughts alone, which is what I really need right now.

Great Uncle Franky thanks me for the food and rises from the couch, giving me another one of those searching looks before he leaves. There's something in his eyes that makes my stomach flutter nervously...but as much as I want to trust him, there's still so much at stake here.

With a deep breath, I decide it's time for a long walk outside - maybe some fresh air will help clear my head and make this decision a little less overwhelming. As I step out the front door, I can feel the crisp winter bite in the air, making me shiver again. But despite the chill, there's something almost peaceful about being surrounded by nature on this quiet, snow-covered morning...and it feels like fate is quietly nud

As I walk through the pristine snow that covers the country road near my house, I try to make sense of everything Great Uncle Franky said last night. On one hand, it's strange and a little unsettling that he would propose like this after all these years apart, and without really knowing anything about me or our relationship. But on the other hand...I can't deny that there's something between us. Something powerful and magnetic.

Maybe part of me is craving companionship, someone to share my life with who truly understands me and appreciates all the quirks and imperfections that come along with being me. And Great Uncle Franky has always been there for me, through thick and thin, even when my own father abandoned us.

The thought of marrying him brings up a host of other questions as well: How would we live together? Would I move in with him or vice versa? Would he get along with my son? Could our two families blend seamlessly, or would there be too much history and hurt to overcome?

These concerns swirl around inside me like leaves caught up in a tornado, making it difficult to focus on anything else. The sky above is a vivid blue, the sun casting long shadows across the snow-covered landscape, but I barely notice; my attention is elsewhere.

Great Uncle Franky's unexpected arrival with Thai takeout catches me off guard, making my stomach rumble in response to the spicy aromas wafting from the bags. "Hi! Um, yeah, I actually have been thinking about what you said..." I trail off, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze.

I take a seat across from him at the kitchen table, my fingers fidgeting nervously with a strand of hair as I try to find the right words to say. "It's...a lot to process," I confess. "We haven't been together for years, and suddenly you want to spend the rest of your life with me? It makes me feel...important, but also kind of confused."

He listens patiently as I struggle to articulate my thoughts, never once interrupting or appearing impatient. After a moment, I look up at him, searching his face for any hint of deception. "I trust you," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "And...I think I want this too."

Great Uncle Franky's expression softens, and he reaches across the table to take my hand in his. "You won't regret it," he says with conviction. "We have so much love to share with each other, Tiaraa. And together, we can create something truly wonderful."

I close my eyes as he kisses my knuckles, feeling the warmth spread through me like a gentle summer breeze. It's been so long since anyone has shown me such affection; it almost feels foreign...but in a good way. It fills a void I never even knew was there. Great Uncle Franky is offering me not only his love, but also his companionship and support through whatever life throws our way. And as I open my eyes to meet his gaze, I know that no matter what happens from here on out, we will face it together.

"I want this too," I whisper, squeezing his hand gently. "But there's still so much we need to figure out...like where we'll live and how we'll make it work with our families..." The concerns that have been floating around in the back of my mind all morning rear their heads again, but I refuse to let them spoil this moment.

He smiles reassuringly, leaning across the table to brush a stray hair from my face. "We can work through those details together," he says with confidence. "And we have all the time in the world to figure it out." His eyes meet mine again, and I feel myself falling deeper under his spell...for now, at least, everything else seems secondary to this moment of perfect connection between us.

As Great Uncle Franky's lips meet mine in a tender kiss, my entire body tingles with anticipation and desire. The warmth of his touch sears through me like liquid fire, igniting a passion that I hadn't known existed until this moment. His hands roam over my body possessively, skimming across the soft fabric of my dress and sending shivers down my spine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself even closer as we lose ourselves in the kiss. The smell of his aftershave and cologne mingle with the scent of Thai food lingering on our breaths, creating a heady mix that intoxicates me even further. It feels like we're the only two people in the world, existing in this bubble where time and space don't matter and anything is possible.

This is real...it isn't some flimsy, fleeting moment born out of desperation or loneliness. This feeling, this connection that we share...it runs deep, almost to the core of who we are. And as I stand here in Great Uncle Franky's embrace, my heart racing and my body alive with a newfound sense of possibility, I know that whatever lies ahead for us will be beautiful...and unforgettable.

I feel a flutter in my stomach as we make our way to my bedroom, the anticipation of what's to come blending with the heat of desire coursing through me. Great Uncle Franky's touch still lingers on my skin, each caress an electric current that sends shockwaves of pleasure spiraling throughout my body.

The room feels hazy with want and need as we close the door behind us, leaving behind any reservations or doubts. This moment is pure and simple - two people connected by a bond stronger than blood, more intense than anything they've ever known before. It's as if fate itself has brought us together, pushing aside all obstacles and creating a path for us to follow.

Great Uncle Franky backs me against the door, his hands moving in tandem with his lips, teasing and pleasuring every inch of my skin he touches. My breath catches in my throat as I feel him grow harder against me, pressing into a sweet spot that only heightens the sensations coursing through my body.

I wrap my legs around his waist, arching my back to bring us closer still. The sounds of our breaths mingle with the soft moans and gasps escaping from my lips, each note adding another layer of passion to the already charged atmosphere. There is no longer a distinction between where he ends and I begin; we are one being, connected in every possible way.

The pressure building inside me grows more insistent as our bodies move together in perfect harmony, my hips instinctively pressing against his in a rhythm that feels both ancient and entirely new. Great Uncle Franky's hands roam freely over my body, each touch a brand burning itself into my skin. I bite down on my lip, trying to contain the cries of pleasure that threaten to spill free from my throat as wave after wave of euphoria washes over me.

It feels like we could keep going like this forever, our connection so strong and unbreakable that it defies all logic or reason. But suddenly, with a shout that echoes through the room, Great Uncle Franky's body tenses against mine and I feel him let go, his hot seed spilling onto my stomach in a liquid rush of completion.

We stand there for a moment, breathless and sated, our chests heaving as we try to catch our breath. His hands slide down my back to hold me close, and even through the sheen of sweat that covers our bodies, I can feel the softness of his touch. For the first time in longer than I care to remember, I feel safe...and loved. And as I look up into Great Uncle Franky's eyes, I know with absolute certainty that this is where I belong - in his arms and by his side for whatever life has in store for us.